It was too late to say it, but it was too soon. Yan Qing still held his calm and calm posture, and no one could see the clues. Like lightning and flint, the excessive interlude had already continued, a paragraph that was unfamiliar but familiar to everyone.
The slow melody was slowly introduced with his flying fingering.
Yan Qing, who was bent on rectifying his mistakes and no longer had any subconscious plans to hide his mistakes, was full of firepower. He showed off his extremely superb guitar skills as a senior musician in his previous life, and used higher-frequency remote fingering techniques.
Holding the folk guitar in his arms, he made a series of weeping tremblings, expressing his affectionate lovesickness like resentment and admiration.
What's even better is that the theme phrase of "Butterfly Lovers" loops back and forth in polyphonic form, combined with the limitations of the guitar to simulate the guzheng itself, and then inadvertently creates an almost discontinuous tone, which also adds to Zhu Yingtai's desire to express herself while disguised as a man.
The inner emotions of ambivalence and shyness, and the reluctant scene of seeing each other off are vividly outlined in the form of music.
It is obviously just a short set of interludes that only lasts for a few dozen seconds, but the melody is far more suitable for Weng Huaijing's voiceless lyrics. The two complement each other and outline in front of everyone a meticulous painting of Butterfly Lovers walking down the mountain side by side.
The sound of silk and bamboo sounds makes it seem like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are whispering beside the campfire. Their expressions are a bit inseparable in the face of parting. Just like Weng Huaijing's lyrics, there are butterflies flying beside Liang Zhu and Cao Cao.
There are mandarin ducks playing in the water beside the bridge and lake, white geese crossing their necks on the rippling water surface, and magpies chirping on the tops of the weeping willow trees. There are scenes full of love meaning hidden everywhere, and they are also highlighted by Liang Shanbo's incomprehensible style and Zhu Yingtai's.
It's hard to open your mouth, and you can't speak when you want to.
As soon as this section of "Butterfly Lovers" adapted by Yan Qing came out, the campfire set that had been bursting with cheers from time to time actually seemed to be completely silent. It was like the softest part of the heart was hit.
, all the men who loved to laugh and curse fell silent, while the corners of the eyes of Zhang Yameng, Yi Yi and other girls were even slightly wet.
He couldn't help but look up and stare at the man displaying his miraculous skills, his face full of admiration and pride.
"The four seasons are full of admiration for you, and you go to seek beauty, and you will always walk by the lapel sleeves of a beautiful woman." As soon as the "Butterfly Lovers" played in response to the occasion, even Weng Huai, the only person in the audience who heard that someone had made a mistake, but was just waiting calmly to continue singing, was looking forward to this moment.
They all pursed their lips slightly and were stunned, completely different from Yan Qing's normal performance every time he played a new song.
Old people who have followed the program team of "Talent Co., Ltd." also know this very well. Generally speaking, even if Weng Huaijing turns on the post-up singles mode, he never misses the chords and arrangements that slip out of Yan Qing's fingertips.
In all kinds of details, when the melody sounds, Professor Weng will turn around again and stare directly at someone's butterfly-like pressing and finger-picking techniques with her hands, but she will hold her posture more coldly.
It can be said that everyone has become accustomed to admiring such a beautiful woman who is "like snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds", so when they suddenly discovered that the "snow on the mountain" was scattered, the "moon among the clouds" was in the sky, and the beauty's face was no longer cold.
, more or less they are not used to it, which also allows them to get out of the state of being immersed in "Butterfly Lovers" more quickly. Driven by the burning soul of the Eight Diagrams, the melon-eaters either blatantly or avoid shadows.
They all cast their eager gazes in Yan Qing's direction.
Biting her lip gently, Weng Huaijing stared at Yan Qing in front of everyone. At first, her eyes were a little surprised, but after listening for a while, her forehead was deliberately trimmed to be extremely sharp by the makeup artist.
His eyebrows gradually stretched, and the corners of his slender peach blossom eyes also slowly lengthened. Finally, Professor Weng seemed to have figured out a certain point, and slowly formed a crescent-like smile, which was quite a bit like "the cheeks are set with new liche, the nose is brimming with tears"
The taste is greasy goose fat, gentle and silent, and friendly to the eyes."
"What's going on? Is my face blooming? Why is it buzzing and everyone is staring at me? Hey, Crescent Moon! She smiles so beautifully. Wait, Xiaoge is so brave all of a sudden? Isn't he most afraid of other people's jokes?
Is it..."
After Yan Qing, who was concentrating on finding the right place, could freely redirect the melody back to the tune of the Great Wall, he felt the hot gazes coming from all around him. For a moment, Director Yan, who was a little overwhelmed, could only look at Weng Huaijing, who was also looking at him.
He gave a confused look: "What happened?"
"Brother Liang~ I watched the sun set in the west during the day, and I waited for the moon to shine on the screen window at night. When I heard the yellow dog barking, I suspected that Brother Liang had come to my village. I thought that Brother Liang was too lazy to put the clothes on the dressing table.
Brother, from night to daylight, the sweet-scented osmanthus smells fragrant in August, the chrysanthemums turn yellow in September, and the frost falls in October, but I, Mr. Liang, are nowhere to be seen."
He quickly came back to his senses, but did not suppress his smile. Weng Huaijing hurriedly ended his performance with a section of "Yingtai misses my brother" after returning to the village, as the (Great Wall tune) played again.
Professor Kuaiweng did not care about others at all, and continued to look at Yan Qing with eyes full of spring water in front of everyone. At this moment, she showed her crescent moon eyes without hesitation, and her smile was mixed with some inexplicable emotions.
rebuke.
"No, it's not like I'm indulging in the beautiful melody of "Butterfly Lovers" and refusing to look away...Did I make some mistake? I obviously checked this time and space before and there is no such violin concerto.
, could it be said that "I" have mentioned it to Xiaoge, or maybe we have some agreement about this piece of music, so that we won't reveal the truth..."
Yan Qing was hit by this love eye that was like "spring breeze blowing Revlon" like a bullet. Yan Daochun, who slowly stopped playing the guitar in his hand, was filled with guilt and timidity. Just as he tried hard to use his eyes
As I continued to communicate with Weng Huaijing, I heard Yi Li's suppressed cries and Zhao Mu's comforting voice at exactly the right time.
"Ah Li, please don't cry. No one is laughing at you. There is nothing to be ashamed of if you truly like someone..."
With a tone of shared hatred, Zhao Mu hugged Yi Li, who was crying sweetly, and secretly glanced at Yan Qing's reaction. She continued to grit her teeth hatefully and said: "Your Zhai Yining, although she is a bit stalkerish,
But at least it’s more upright than those stinky men who like to hide things and don’t dare to expose them.”
Zhao Mu's words were all aimed at Yan Qing, which made his look at Weng Huaijing look a little more pitiful: "Look, Zhao Mu also knows how to pick on the weak, she doesn't dare to offend her."
The result of you is that I go crazy and shoot..."
With a sharp eyebrow raised, Weng Huaijing deliberately missed Yan Qing's weak look, as if she didn't care at all about Zhao Mu's accusations. She tapped the guitar in the man's hand with a peach-like face and a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and then responded with a slap.
He rolled his eyes softly: "Who told you to give them such an impression? I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you actually blame me!"
"It seems that the changes brought about by "Butterfly Lovers"... are generally good, and the state of humming revealed... is joyful and brave, wouldn't it be possible for me to..."
A bold idea suddenly came to him. Yan Listing held the piano in his arms and handed his right hand to Weng Huaijing. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes: "Do you really think I dare not say something in public?"
Gently putting the director's microphone into Yan Qing's hand, Weng Huai looked at him with growing embarrassment. Finally, her eyes turned away and she said, "That's your own business!"
The dancing bonfire made Weng Huaijing, who was dressed in red, extremely beautiful, and a touch of bright red climbed up her slender swan neck without knowing it. This scene is just like what Yan Jidao wrote in "Spring in the Jade House": "Qiongsu Wine Noodles"
Awakening by the wind, a wisp of red slants in the evening mirror."
He persistently entangled the shy Weng Huaijing with his eyes, but before Yan Qing could reply, "My business is not your business, what else do we have to do with each other..." and other words of unashamed love, he finally remembered
Miao Miao, who was coordinating her own work on the set, raised her cell phone and interrupted their flirting: "Brother Qing'er, Sister Jing'er~"
"It's all because of your song "Shan Bo Farewell" that it sounds so good. Director Gang Su called me several times, but I hung up on them all..."
Miao Miaojiao was agitated by the hot eyes that Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing turned to at the same time. Miao Miaojiao stuck out her little tongue and narrowed her eyes with a smile. She was a little expectant and Ai Ai continued: "Well, the set is finally completed, let's hurry up and change the scene.
Start shooting."
Mr. Meow's voice was soft and waxy, but after all, she still held the auxiliary microphone in her hand, and it was clearly transmitted throughout the entire set through the director's microphone speaker.
Tan Sen, still unfinished, clapped his hands and dusted himself off: "Oh, it's finally time to start working. We really watched a big show tonight..."
The steady and experienced Mo Ran looked around: "Hey, don't make trouble, don't you realize that Director Yan's part is also very suitable for the interlude of our movie..."
The people who were full of wine and food, listened to music and theater, and even listened to music, all knew the temperament of the two people in the crowd who were still exchanging glances. They did not have too many expectations, but were satisfied with their faces.
Feeling so comfortable, they all shouted and got up to pack up and prepare for the transition.
Zhao Zhongyi and Mo Ran, who were mixed together, looked at each other: "It's a bit suitable, what a coincidence, isn't it? Think about it, Lao Mo, Dongfang and Linghu, who are in different camps, happen to be unable to be together because of the blood feud between the camps..."
Zhou Siwen, who was arm-in-arm, casually said, "So is it inspired by "Butterfly Lovers" or "Laughing East"? Director Yan's melody always feels familiar to me..."
The rustling murmurs reached her ears, and when she heard that everyone was deliberately avoiding the topic brought up by Zhao Mu, Weng Huaijing breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, clasping her hands in front of her chest, she looked at Yan Qing openly, her eyes
Not forgetting to express the slightest hint of joking: "You have escaped!"
It is true that Weng Huaijing has outstanding acting skills, but the subtext revealed in his eyes and movements cannot be hidden from Yan Qing. He smiled brightly and expressed his true feelings to his sweetheart with clear and translucent eyes: "But I don't want to run away! Telling others that I like you is actually a matter of fact.
It’s a very honorable thing.”
"you!"
The moment they looked at each other, the blush spread from Weng Huaijing's white velvet neck to her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. She blinked her peach blossom eyes and her eyelashes trembled, as if she was weakly scolding Yan Qing, but she smiled.
The flow of thoughts maintains the entanglement of eyes.
"It's about to change, is this the end?"
While sobbing softly and wiping the tears of emotion, Yili used the cover of her fingers to secretly observe Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing. She choked and muttered to Zhao Mu: "Mu Mu, our plan seems to have failed...
"
"It's wonderful to like someone. There's nothing shady about it. They obviously like each other, and they are both artists who rely on their works..."
Holding Yili in his arms, Zhao Mu continued to look at Yan Qing with hatred, and muttered in response: "Brother Qing, why does he have to hide his feelings and keep it a secret."
"How can you hide your love for someone? Even if you cover your mouth, it will still come out from your eyes..."
Zhao Mu and Yi Li's low-pitched complaints did not attract any counterattacks. Yan Qing, who had a gentle ear, was completely intoxicated by Weng Huai's tender eyebrows. Luo Bing, on the other hand, leaned over and tapped the opposite side with his chin, her face full of
My aunt smiled and consoled her: "Well, looking at the state they are in, even if it is a secret, it is the brightest secret. Isn't that enough?"
"Yes, it is precisely because of the buzz that the darkest secret in my heart has now become the brightest secret."
The beauty of liking someone is the brightest secret... The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. A torrent surges out of Yan Qing's chest, and Weng Huaijing's silent gaze adds a bit more turbulence to this undercurrent.
Naturally, he raised the director's microphone in his hand: "Before the transition, I have a few more words to say..."
Hearing that the voice coming from the loudspeaker was shaking violently, Yan Qing paused slightly. After taking two deep breaths, he looked at Yi Li and Zhao Mu beside Luo Bing, smiled brightly and then completely slowed down his speech: "Thank you both for your support.
Perseverance gave me courage..."
"I'm afraid this courage was not given by us, but..." Looking at Weng Huaijing, who was still smiling sweetly even though the corners of his eyes were red, Zhao Mu, who continued to mutter, was about to complain a few more words, but was caught by Luo Bing's quick eyes and hands.
"Everyone is worried about us. In fact, Xiaoge and I made a song...it talks about this matter that everyone has always been concerned about..."
Looking around candidly, Yan Qing nodded to almost every crew member and program staff member who gradually stopped. After organizing his words, Yan Qing stabilized his voice in a soft and low-pitched range: "There are many beauties in the world:
The new sunshine in the morning, the overjoyed evening, the white skirt blowing in the evening breeze~"
"Sunshine, evening, skirt...he is metaphorizing...the wallpaper between Linghu and Dongfang, the perfect impromptu date, the long skirt I wore that night..."
The tip of the black hair is low, the calyx of the peach is broken, and Weng Huai smiles gently, letting the roots of his ears become red.
"...the new soil in spring, the hot beach in summer, the singing girl in autumn..."
"...There are also the warm quilts in winter, the green tiles and red bricks in the alleys in my memory, the willow trees and moss in front of the courtyard..."
"...the bonfire full of tenderness and stories, the moon written into poems and movies, and the lover with crimson eyes and gentle eyebrows."
Several bonfires gradually burned to the end, and the scene paused and slowly returned to tranquility. Facing everyone's eager gaze, Yan Qing continued to express his feelings directly, but with every word he said, the tenderness in Weng Huaijing's eyes became more intense.
a bit.
"These are all wonderful. We agreed to take things slowly this time, but... there is nothing I like about Weng Huaijing that I dare not admit..."
The moonlight shines brightly from the clouds, the bamboo leaves rustle tirelessly in the forest, and even the late autumn evening breeze in the imperial capital seems to be moved by Yan Qing's heartfelt sentiments, becoming extra soft, steady and powerful
The magnetic bass continued: "I, Yan Qing, always! I, Yan Qing, always love Weng Huaijing!"
Although it could be clearly seen that Weng Huaijing just lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes tightly. It seemed that she had no intention of turning around or feinting. However, she knew that too much was too little, so Yan Qing, who was blushing again and again, waved her hand: "Turn around."
Come on, everyone!"
As if nothing had happened, everyone on the set was extremely cooperative with Director Yan, who was rarely brave for a while. They resisted the urge to cheer and cheer, and they started the transition work that they had already prepared in an orderly and efficient manner.
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In this way, the last night scene of "The Swordsman - The Invincible" finally started shooting amidst the suppressed joy. The art team worked hard to improve the scenery, and the actors who had already played against each other had a tacit understanding of each other. In addition,
The director looked very proud again, and he was even more skillful in scheduling the group scenes. The shooting of this large group scene, which was originally scheduled to take one and a half hours, only took 45 minutes to complete.
After Yan Qing returned to the hotel room with a smile and put everything in order, he originally felt happy and comfortable after confiding his feelings in public. Only after receiving a long message from Weng Huaijing did he fully understand the joy and joy in his sweetheart's eyes.
What exactly is the blame telling?
[I heard that it was a mixture of "Eighteen Farewell" from Yue Opera and "Butterfly" from Kunqu Opera. It seemed that there were many passing passages from other traditional local operas... This is what we had said before, we would sample traditional operas.
The piece that combines the beauty of the East with Western classical music.
The main part must be violin and piano, right? The violin is really suitable for the theme of "Butterfly Lovers". It is slender, powerful and tough. Its high-range timbre and expressiveness are almost unmatched by any instrument. It is perfect for expressing Zhu Yingtai.
This kind of strange woman through the ages...
We clearly agreed to go to the theater, listen to music, and collect materials together after returning to China...
~Hmph~ Some people did not abide by the agreement at that time and actually finished it secretly
However~ this piece really achieves what you said, integrating the beauty of Eastern and Western classical music.