Chapter 218 Urgently need Professor Weng to rescue
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Imperial Capital·Haidian
Courtyard No. 1, Wanshou Temple Road·3005
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"It's almost time to get off work on Monday. The Xizhimen Overpass really deserves its title as the ninth wonder of the world! Alas, alas..."
Leaning on the shoe rack at the entrance with one hand, Shao Qing, who had just entered the door, lowered his head and complained while lifting up his slender calves. He untied the laces of the suede over-the-knee boots and rubbed them along his feet. He made two helpless and mixed sounds.
After sighing contentedly, she shook her head and laughed at herself: "Why can't I just think about going to the airport to see off my old chapter? I have to take the West Second Ring Road to come here!"
"Finally, Sister Meng'er decided to go back to Shanghai? At least this time she didn't smell of cigarette smoke..."
Bending down to properly place the pair of low-key Robert Clergerie's fetej boots on the doormat, Zhou Peipei raised her gaze and paused for a moment on Shao Qing's proud curves. The growing Gusu socialite quickly suppressed her yearning and
Yanmu pushed a pair of flannel slippers in front of Mr. Shao's long legs covered only with thin silk. She smiled sweetly and said, "Actually, it's not bad. We just got home not long after class."
"Lao Zhang can definitely handle it himself. If there is no cigarette smell, it's because the inventory was smoked out on our way to the airport. Hurry!"
Suddenly stopping chatting, Shao Qing hurriedly stepped into her slippers. Her exquisite makeup changed into a joking smile as if she was stressed. She eagerly poked her head out of the entrance, her gaze straight across the living room to the balcony.
Throwing in the direction: "Pei Pei! Where is my favorite song "Butterfly Lovers"?"
"Wait a minute, Sister Qing, you haven't even put on your shoes yet..."
Quickly reaching out to support Shao Qing, who was almost losing his balance, Zhou Peipei pouted toward Weng Huaijing's room and said, "It's in there, but I haven't come out yet."
"This is impossible. A gyroscope capture device as big as mine actually failed..."
After confirming that the upright piano on the balcony was really empty, the disappointed Shao Qing cast a doubtful glance at the closed door of the master bedroom, and then looked back at Zhou Peipei in surprise: "I was in control when I came back in the middle of the night yesterday.
I couldn’t help myself, so I played it five or six times before I stopped. Which song is this today?”
"I didn't come out after I returned to the room. Shhh, listen, didn't Sister Bing bring her fans to the trending #Talent Co., Ltd., Breakup Season # at the wedding banquet yesterday? Didn't she make a request on behalf of the producer? We need to do more in the next episode.
Two songs filled with the sour smell of love. During my lunch break today, Sister Jing'er picked out several manuscripts from Tree Hole and sent them to Brother Qing..."
"uh-huh?"
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, Shao Qing crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows several times: "Did she encounter anything wrong today?"
"No, she was in a good mood all the way home, and she basically didn't stop practicing remotely during the day..."
Frowning as she recalled various details, Zhou Peipei unconsciously lowered her voice. After thinking hard, she sorted out the relevant doubts seriously: "I hummed for a long time the "Only Remember Today's Laughter" that Sister Xianlin and the others recorded yesterday. Doesn't this count?
Forget it? It seems that there was something wrong with the last class in the afternoon..."
"That song is not suitable for Dongfang Bubai to sing. You have to remember that as long as she does this action, it means that she is beautiful in her heart!"
Speaking decisively, Shao Qing's five fingers on his right hand flew around in sequence. When he lowered his hand, he opened the handbag storage cabinet that Zhou Peipei had neatly organized. With another raised eyebrow, she suddenly asked: "Did you bring your mobile phone in?"
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"I'm sure. I sent a message to that person when I got home. Nowadays, she usually puts her phone directly on her body..."
The answer was natural. When Zhou Peipei's eyes fell on Weng Huaijing's daily work bag, her eyes suddenly lit up: "I remembered that Sister Jing'er came back here specifically to pick up manuscripts and Bluetooth headsets, and also took a copy of "Emperor" from inside.
I just returned to my room after "Dance Notes"!"
"I guess the cheat sheet for preparing for the exam was caught by Huaizhen. Of course, there must be some regrets and anger for his misfortune. Pepe, tell me...if those students knew that their professors were secretly like Huaichun girls.
Yes, they carry their mobile phones secretly all day long, secretly thinking about someone in their hearts, what will they think..."
Shao Qing adjusted the slippers that she had put on inside out in a hurry, picked up the mini Kelly handbag that was left in the entrance hall, and then walked towards the living room. When she passed the master bedroom, she heard something coming from the gap in the door.
When there was a faint sound of singing, Mr. Shao once again showed a slightly frivolous smile: "It turned out that I was doing creative work. It is normal for me to be unable to stop the car for a while!"
"Keep your voice down, Sister Qing!"
Carefully spying on the movement in the master bedroom, Zhou Peipei poked her head out of the minibar in the kitchen and hurriedly turned her waist back and forth, making the number ten with her index finger. With lingering fear, she cautiously reminded: "I don't have headphones with me. Sister Jier'er hears it."
It will happen again, just like last time, Sister Qing, you laughed at her for replying text messages frequently, but Brother Qing suffered in the end."
"Anyway, it's not me who suffers. It's not Gyro's fault. I'd rather die to save face and suffer..."
Don't listen to Shao Qing's reluctance, but she consciously lowered her tone by an octave. She twisted her waist and sat down gracefully on the sofa. Her eyes were full of pleasure until her peripheral vision glanced at the clean white porcelain ashtray on the coffee table.
There was restraint, and the original dignified sitting posture suddenly disappeared: "Oh, what a mistake, I forgot to buy cigarettes when I parked my car."
"We still only have warm water at home, Sister Qing, there should be a pack here..."
Passing the glass water glass to Shao Qing, Zhou Peipei squatted down and opened the small drawer under the coffee table. The girl from Suzhou, whose accent had unknowingly acquired a hint of Beijing accent, persuaded her gently: "Here, I bought it last time.
You should also smoke less, otherwise you will be beaten again later..."
"Good Peipei, I really don't hurt you in vain! It's all because of Lao Zhang's strong fighting ability, I really didn't smoke a few today..."
Still unable to defend herself, Shao Qing stretched out her free left hand towards the pack of cigarettes. Seeing that Zhou Peipei had the idea of stuffing the drawer back, she had to change her words: "Let's open it at 50 and go with her."
If you smoke it, do it yourself, I will do it myself!"
"My eyes look like weeping but not crying, and I am praying for something that I can't say..."
The dark green handbag that Shao Qing casually placed on the coffee table suddenly rang a bell. At this moment, the lyrics of "Ambiguous" sounded especially appropriate: "...I will accompany you while I breathe softly into the smoke ring, and I will not be able to express satisfaction on my lips..."
"Hi~ You've already arrived in Shanghai? Why the hell did I just come back to Huai Jing here..."
Hurriedly letting go and taking the phone call, Shao Qing waited for Zhang Yameng to say a few words on the other end before taking the cigarette back into her hand. While tearing off the package, she comforted her: "You can just deal with that matter without worry.
Leave it all to me..."
"Crack!"
After kindly lighting the fire for Shao Qing, Zhou Peipei came up to her and whispered: "Sister Qing, please do your business first. I'll go back to the kitchen and continue preparing dinner."
"... Luo Bing and Zhan Youhuan are submitting for review. The subtitle team of flex will intervene tonight. All the money has been paid. The ninth issue is designated to be launched simultaneously..."
Holding a cigarette and making an OK gesture, Shao Qing glanced in the direction of the master bedroom, continued talking and laughing, and replied to Zhang Yameng: "Actually, we can continue the previous topic, eh, it's okay to make up lessons.
The person who is temporarily planning to hold the Buddha's feet will not come out for a while..."
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"I've been in a good mood lately
Don't know why
I'm in this mood now
I want to sing to you..."
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In the master bedroom, which is separated from the living room by a wall, a black-covered diary and several pieces of A4 manuscript paper are spread out neatly on the desk by the window. The virtual turntable player on the laptop screen is slowly rotating, playing a simple song that begins with
The song named demo-3 was being talked about endlessly by Shao Qing in the living room. Weng Huaijing was busy writing the lyrics of the demo at his desk. The "Notes of Emperor Dance" was also lying quietly on the corner of the desk. Apparently someone had no time to read it at the moment.
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"...Looking at the little stars outside the window
Thinking about my secret
I'm not sure if it counts as love.
I only know that I am thinking of you..."
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"The melody seems to have been written hastily on the piano, like a standard hit-song formula..."
There was a slight hint of disgust in his mouth, but Weng Huaijing’s speed of transcribing lyrics did not slow down at all. Hearing this tone clearly did not sound like he was talking to himself. Professor Weng’s left ear, which was covered with green hair, had a Bluetooth headset that was flashing dimly.
During the pause, she casually played with the black pen on her fingertips, lowered her head and asked the other end of the call with a smile: "The verse section is almost entirely the repetition and progression of the core phrases. Are you being lazy?"
(The author has added pictures of music scores to illustrate~)
"No, really. It's just an ingenious idea of composing. The development of paragraphs is realized through the gradual progression of small intervals. It not only has the advantages of soft and delicate listening, but also ensures that the melody is ear-catching and allows the listener to quickly form a response.
The memory point..." The man's voice in the earphones was a little hoarse, but he still patiently explained the composition ideas of the demo to Weng Huaijing.
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"The distance between us seems to be far and near again."
You are obviously not by my side, but I feel very close to you
ha~ I have a feeling that I want to explain
The secret in my heart is the sweetness you give me..."
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"The problem of the thin melody structure can be corrected with rich chords in the later arrangement. It is difficult for me to find other more appropriate composition motives to describe the writer's timid mood of being sentimental and afraid of repeating the same mistakes. Xiaoge
Every selection you make is special..."
Soon the chorus melody confirmed the words of the man in the earphones. Through the reciprocal progression of hook phrases, the girl's thoughts about the object of her admiration were vividly depicted. Although the male voice in the demo was performed in an extremely restrained manner,
But when he sang softly, it seemed as if he was oozing out the secret joy of savoring the sweetness alone.
"Maybe she voted for the wrong person. It was supposed to be sent to you..."
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and Weng Huai's hand holding the pen continued to record the lyrics in regular script with floating clouds. When she heard a certain sentence, her long curly eyelashes fluttered like butterfly feathers, and she glanced at a piece of manuscript paper on the table.
Finally, the peach-eyed Professor Weng seemed to have unintentionally arranged a sentence for Yan Qing: "There are so many secrets hidden in the heart, but you can also distinguish the brightest and the darkest..."
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"The distance between us seems to be getting closer and closer
Follow the public account: Book Friends Base Camp, follow and you will get cash and coins!
Do you also have a special feeling for me?
ha~I hesitated whether to tell you or not
The secret in my heart is that I seem to like you!』
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"Obviously you know that the darkest secret has already become the brightest one. Xiaoge, I am so full of injustice. Bao Xu has no tears to cry to Qin Ting. Alas, it's all our fault for being pinched by Luo Bing.
Feet, no matter what song I write, I have to leave it to her mercy..."
Accompanied by the second chorus of the demo, Weng Huaijing continued to write lyrics with her right hand. Listening to Yan Qing's screams of injustice in the earphones, she gently pressed her left hand between her collarbones on her chest, and her pair of gurgling peach blossom eyes instantly sprouted two moon buds.
Lai: "It's you who got caught by her, okay? She didn't do anything harmful to the public and private interests. I...I am also a victim."
"If you don't have money, you can only take risks. Otherwise, how could I pick up a shooting star for you to wear? When you sold me to Fu Ruochei yesterday, I was not in a hurry to clear up the relationship..."
Being arrogant and weak, Yan Qing might be reluctant to take advantage of Weng Huaijing. After coughing twice in embarrassment, he cautiously expressed his worries: "I heard from Jiang Tang that there are several very fierce battle mcs in their program. During the day,
During the editing period, I was still worried about how we would diss back if someone used Tianfu or Chongqing dialect to attack."
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"The voice that accompanies me at night is still beautiful even if it is rusty."
This tired voice is the most gentle proof
You are me, you are my secret
I've been secretly thinking about you
You are the secret in my heart..."
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"There is no chance, only necessity. There will be at least three rappers in the final battle line-up of "Jianghu Noise" who only speak southwestern dialects. However, Yan Yisa, a top figure in East Coast rap, will still be afraid..."
Listening to Yan Qing's increasingly hoarse voice, Weng Huaijing couldn't help but read the lyrics he had just copied twice. His heart softened inexplicably, and he unconsciously changed his arrangement in his mouth, and his tone became much gentler: "We
You can also learn Southwest Mandarin, which is much simpler than Fusang dialect. At worst, I will teach you half an hour every day..."
"Yes, yes, it's so comfortable!" Yan Qing hurriedly hit the snake and followed it with the stick. He was so happy that he even tried to rap in the broken Chongqing dialect he didn't know where he learned from: "Something said on the Internet
You ruthless guy, I’ve never felt cruel after hearing this. Only when your son comes in front of me will I realize what a ruthless person I am!”
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"This ambiguous relationship is inexplicably beautiful
ha~ I want to make it clear to the whole world
The secret in my heart is that I will always love you deeply
Love you deeply!』
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"aabdb, abdb, cdbde? Intersperse popular sentences back and forth, and use complex lyric structures to modify relatively thin melody. This idea is very interesting!"
After transcribing the two verses of the demo, including the verses, chorus, bridge paragraphs, popular sentences, and the ending, Weng Huaijing, who couldn't help but feel proud of himself, couldn't help but read the entire article twice. Then he happily put down his signature pen and wrote the long and narrow
Her peach-blossom eyes swept across the air, and she rolled her eyes towards the window where the lights were on. She complained to someone with disgust in the authentic Chongqing dialect with a slight accent: "You are a bastard, you didn't straighten out a single word."
Cum!"
"That's why I need you so much. I urgently need Professor Weng to save me!"
The words that came out of the earphones were very low-pitched, but Weng Huaijing's face was like a cup of wine waking up with the wind, and there was another wisp of slanting red in the evening mirror. She was so shy that she lowered her head and pursed her lips and almost missed the standard given by Yan Qing behind her.
Answer: "Actually, it's aabdb, abdb, dcb, dbde. The popular sentences will appear five times in total..."
"Oh, okay~"
She didn't know which of Yan Qing's sentences Weng Huaijing was responding to in the affirmative. The left hand that had been pressing lightly on her chest was unconsciously fiddling with the flaxen turtleneck knitted sweater on her body. Her cheeks were flushed and she was completely confused.
Unconsciously, my right hand swiping the touch pad of my laptop had brought the cursor on the screen to an unknown direction.
The played song list in the computer player neatly contains three demos, demo 1, 2, and 3, and there is clearly a song demo-4 in the unplayed list next to it, which is still waiting to be clicked. The demo 3 can be recorded.
After reading the lyrics, Weng Huaijing had no intention of reading it. In fact, this song "My Secret" was the fourth song she had copied in her diary today.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoge, these four demos are not complete. I didn't even have time to sort out the lyrics. Time is really too short..." Thanks to the excellent high-fidelity sound effects of beoplay headphones, Yan Qing's low and hoarse voice
The voice was restored as if he was whispering next to Weng Huaijing: "When I finish editing with Lao Liu and the others at night, I will find a way to squeeze out some time to combine "Meet You", "My Secret" and "Push".
The complete accompaniment and singing sequence of these three songs "Open the Door to the World" will be compiled and sent to you..."
"It's all Yuan'er's fault. Why did he leave the delivery order behind and cause us to be caught by Luo Bing? In fact... you can just ask Xiaomiao directly, or you can... (find me)"
On the lips, she was complaining about Li Hanyuan, but in fact, she felt sorry for Yan Qing's incompetence. Weng Huaijing's left hand, which had been covering her chest, finally took out a thin clavicle chain from her collar. At the same time, her waist was flexible and strong, and her body continued.
After a slight stretch and a slight turn, Professor Weng's gaze was focused on the dazzling crystal key in the dressing mirror. His beautiful eyes lingered on the key for a long time. Professor Weng's voice suddenly dropped several octaves as he began to speak in a secretive manner.
: "Well, "Push the Door to the World" is no longer necessary..." (The keys are all in my hand/I have mastered this song)
"Actually, I only sang it once last night. Well, after all, you are the one who opened the door to my world~ What a wonderful pun! That incident was quite embarrassing even if Sister Bing didn't catch her..."
Obviously, Yan Qing had understood all the subtexts that Weng Huaijing wanted to say, and he responded with a shy smile and a pun: "Fortunately, you always have a serious heart that doesn't care."
Staring at the crystal clear light emitting from the key in the mirror, coupled with the tender whisper of his lover in his ear, Weng Huaijing suddenly flashed back to every moment he and Yan Qing spent last night on the stone road in the bamboo forest of Yanqi Lake.
Even though she had replayed this scene countless times in her heart, she still enjoyed it.
The night sky of the imperial capital outside the window was already full of lights, and a waning moon peeked out quietly. A few rays of clear light spilled into the room through the cover of early winter clouds, casting a layer of brightness on Weng Huaijing, who was immersed in sweet memories with his eyebrows lowered.
And the bright gauze clothes.
This feeling and scene are as poetic as picturesque, but who knows who is haunted by this scene.
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ps: New year and new atmosphere, I wish you all a happy new year!