As soon as the chorus of "Southern Girl" came out, there was a burst of cheers and laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively again. Everyone looked at Yili with a smile on his face, and saw that Yili, who was already blushing, became coy, and Luo Bing raised her eyebrows and looked at Pansheng.
Huidi teased Shao Qing next to him: "Poor Ah Li, after hearing these words, her face turned red. Haha~ Look how protective our Director Yan is of your family!"
"Do you still remember what Mr. Zhai said at that time? It seems that our Director Yan can recite the entire text..."
Taking advantage of Yan Qing's finger-picking skills, Tan Sen, Bao Hang and the other young people screamed strangely and started to make noises: "No wonder he deliberately cueed Sister Lizi before. You said it's not good to offend anyone, but Professor Weng must be offended.
"
Tan Sen's joke was actually very rough, and the lyrics of Yan Qing's chorus were the finishing touch. He deliberately used the words Zhai Yining had said to Yi Ning in front of the right bridge gate on the island in the middle of the lake to make fun of him.
Li's words were full of humor and embedded in the lyrics. Even if most people on the set had not heard it in person, they had probably heard about it in the past few days. After all, it was the biggest commotion during the closed filming period of "Laughing East".
Make noise.
Even Weng Huaijing, who was helping pass the wheat and was concentrating on picking up the music score, couldn't help but raise her head and look at Yan Qing. Apparently, she had always heard about the gossip between Yi Li and Zhai Yining. Professor Weng, who had already gained something, was filled with excitement.
The joy in the autumn water of the pulse changed: "The chord is 1563~ It's very simple, but, eh, this punchline in your lyrics is good~"
"I can't help it, the two little girls are really unwilling to let me go~"
The palm joints continued to tap the speaker board to simulate the sound of drums. Yan Qing pursed his lips and smiled knowingly at Weng Huai. He even had the energy to glance at Zhao Mu and Yi Li's reactions. Multitasking did not affect the stability of the melody output by his fingertips.
, and soon the interlude finished flowing like this.
…
"The days passed like those sleepless nights/she chewed gum
Talking about ideals to the wall ~ Hey~
Southern Girl~We are all enduring a long time/Southern Girl~
Have high-rise buildings blocked your hopes~ Hey hey..."
…
"But let's talk about it, in the final analysis... they are also worried about me and Wen Wen Wen, but they don't know the inside story. They just do bad things with good intentions. That's it. That's it. Enough is enough."
Seeing that Yili was in trouble, Zhao Mu who was accompanying her also looked distressed. Miao Miao, who was soft-hearted, also tugged at the corner of her clothes secretly. Yan, who knew how to be forgiving and why,
Qing So chose to stop at the moment and did not make any targeted changes to the lyrics of the second verse. He continued his song gently and returned to the state of singing ballads.
…
"Yesterday's rain wet her thin shoulders
The Beidou in the night sky did not allow her to find her lost direction.
In the sunshine, she was drying her clothes in the middle of the yard
In the wind of the four seasons, she spreads her hair and comforts the time..."
…
What is a ballad? Just like there are a thousand Hamlets in the minds of a thousand readers, maybe everyone who likes to listen to ballads has their own answer. This is actually a matter of opinion. From Yan Qing’s own understanding
Look, ballads are not more important than form. As long as a song can be made of flesh and blood, express life in the bone marrow, and touch people's hearts like a story every word, it can be called a ballad.
…
"Southern girl~Have you fallen in love with the North?"
Southern girl ~ you said you would return to your hometown this year
Missing makes people sad/it calls for your tears
The fruits of the south are ripe/that is the simplest ideal
na na na na ~
South~South~South~South~South』
…
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. How singers can impress people with a song that lasts only a few minutes has always been a problem in the world. The reason why folk songs have a wide audience is not only because the melody is simple and comfortable, but also makes people feel peaceful.
Folk songs are often very easy to arouse the empathy of the audience.
An infectious song is like a story with a picture, which will automatically transform the melody into a just-right scene in the listener's mind, returning to a pure singer's mentality.
Yan Qing seems to have this kind of magic power, and he can easily use words that are not gorgeous and can even be said to be descriptive, and match the catchy melody of the 1563 chord progression with an expression that is close to life and has a simple temperament.
He easily sang such a sentimental southern girl who longed for love into everyone's hearts while singing softly, and the moisturizing sound made everyone ignore the original ridicule of Yili in the song.
"Actually, this song does not refer to a specific southern girl. We can completely regard the hometown far south in the song as a beautiful ideal hometown..."
After the song, Yan Qing approached the director's microphone that was in Weng Huaijing's hand and tried to pull it away. He continued to excuse Yi Li with his soft and gentle voice: "Taking it as a reflection of real life is used to describe those who are full of ideals but have to live in reality.
People who live in misery in the quagmire.”
"Why are you thinking so much..."
Miao Miao used her soft and waxy voice to play the role of a cheerleader: "As long as it sounds good, that's it!"
"Everyone has a southern girl in their heart, and they may never be willing to be assimilated by the environment around them..."
Among a group of young people, Mo Ran, who was a bit mature and steady, was touched by Yan Qing's words. Perhaps he thought of his pile of wide-angle and telephoto lenses that had been shelved on the shelf. He sighed with emotion: "More
Not willing to give up on his ideals because of the difficult situations before him."
"What Lao Mo said struck home to me. Such a person is both an idealist and a realist..."
The two distinct lineups in the crowd were gradually merging. Zhao Zhongyi, a northerner who settled in Shanghai, seemed to be a man with a story. He continued in a loud voice: "They will not become hysterical because the cruel real world grabs their ankles."
, instead, they will yearn for their ideals while facing everything around them calmly and endure it silently.”
"The reason is that these people will feel that it is unwise to oppose the environment manically and fiercely, because it is equivalent to admitting in disguise that the real world has defeated them. On the contrary, they allow themselves to integrate into the environment with tranquility and hope.
, the soul lets its dreams fly..."
Obviously there is a fine line between understanding and over-interpretation. The thoughtful Zhang Yameng continued with bright eyes: "Well, Brother Qing must be trying to express that in this era, we must stick to ourselves and be harmonious without being different."
It is the greatest uncompromising attitude towards real life.”
"It's easy to be over-interpreted, which is part of the charm of folk songs. As long as you are happy, you can finally live in peace."
Despite the enthusiastic response, Yan Qing did not respond further. After saying those words, Director Yan raised his head and turned his gaze to Weng Huaijing, who was standing upright beside him to hand him the wheat. The two looked at each other and smiled lightly, and they had a great understanding.
Everyone looked at the perpetrator, Yi Li.
Unexpectedly, Yili, who had red lips and white teeth after overcoming her shyness, and was extremely delicate, would timidly argue in a low voice: "Brother Qing, actually I am not a southern girl~"
"Ali's mother is from Lianyungang, north of the Yangtze River, and her father was born in northern Xinjiang..."
Perhaps it was the harmonious state between Yan Qing and Weng Huai that inspired Zhao Mu. She used each other's spear to attack the other's shield and whispered softly: "Sister Jing, from Yucheng, she must be the southern one in your heart."
Girl, otherwise how could you write such a touching love song?"
"..."
To be honest, Yan Qing was shocked by the unrelenting spirit of these two little girls. He stood up helplessly and turned his head to look at Weng Huaijing again, giving a confused sigh: "Look, they all thought this.
I'm too cowardly and want to encourage me to confess my love to you in public..."
"I want a piece of Great Wall tune, Xiaomei, help us pick up the music..."
The swan raised his neck and spoke suddenly. Weng Huaijing's tone was slightly cold, and after speaking to Miao Miao, she raised the director's microphone. She looked at Yan Qing's beautiful eyes, revealing her arrogance and naivety as a daughter.
: "What do you think of my punchline?"
"The Great Wall tune, it is not difficult to use the guitar to play the Great Wall in the Qingyin side of the Chongqing City. She wants to sing Shanbo to send it off? Buw of it.
Okay."
After finding out where Weng Huaijing's skills in folk music such as dongxiao and sanxian came from, Yan Qing, a meticulous person, also did his homework and made a special effort to study the voiceless music school to which Weng Yu belonged.
Ms. Weng's most popular opera in the Chongqing Folk Opera Troupe at that time was Shan Bo's farewell aria adapted from the old Sichuan Opera "The Story of Willow Shade". In addition, the Great Wall Diao, a popular folk music opera in itself, was basically
It’s no wonder that Yan Qing, a senior music producer, has no problem.