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The recording of the tenth episode of "Talent Co., Ltd." ended on the first day. Taking the car of Su Meng and Shao Qing, Yan Qing, who was "taking care of the whole family", got his wish and came to Weng Huaijing's studio near the Drum Tower. Li Hanyuan, who came early in the afternoon, had already taken care of it.
A banquet of exquisite and delicious Hunan cuisine was served as a reward for the completion of Kapok Films' first film project on schedule. The atmosphere was particularly good for a small-scale dinner.
The busy work of the past three weeks is about to usher in a bumper harvest. The excited girls are toasting frequently under the care of a greedy cat, and the guests are enjoying themselves while drinking and drinking.
Mr. Miao did not respond to Mr. Miao's drunken statement that he would spend huge sums of money to buy a nanny car. Yan Qing had just exchanged a few words with Su Meng about the preliminary matters of "The Queen with Lust" finalized by Vogue's parent company, Condé Nast Group. Weng Huaijing, who was sitting upright, suddenly stood up.
After leaving the table, he paused for a moment while passing by someone. Before Gao Yuan's sharp eyes glanced at him, he had already picked up the piano case and followed Professor Weng's pace. The two of them walked towards the piano room without saying a word.
The noise was muted, but soon the atmosphere became lively again.
"We've always had a tacit understanding, so why should I meddle in other people's business?" Gao Yuan complained to herself. Of course, she only made a look at her after confirming that the two people had gone far away, which was all a joke to herself.
"In front of Mengmeng and Yuan'er, Weng Xiaoge is inevitably a little shy. It's much better now than before..." Picking up the disposable paper cup, Shao Qing smiled knowingly. She raised the cup and said, "Let's go."
One, think about the awkward interactions in previous episodes?”
"Professor Weng, hello, I am a ballet art student in my senior year of high school from Liaodong Province. Sister Jing read Xu Moer's submissions like this at that time, not close to the fireworks of the world. Now, how about I come and show you
,cough cough…”
Posing Weng Huaijing's iconic proud posture, Zhang Yameng even imitated the calm tone of voice perfectly. After coughing, she smiled brightly, her tone became smooth and clear, and her expression became much more vivid, which can even be described as affectionate:
"I don't know how many lifetimes a person can live? But if it is possible, I would like to try a different experience~"
"I'll do it, Lao Zhang lets me do it~"
Miao Miao, who was sitting at the opposite table, put down her mobile phone and got away from the topic on the other end. She whispered in a sweet voice: "Then every time I live, I will try a different job, be a media director, sit in an office as a white-collar worker,
Walk around the world, or become a psychologist..."
"What is this?" Su Meng and Gao Yuan, who had not caught up with the manuscript reading sharing meeting, did not know what was going on. After looking at each other for a while, they softly asked for help.
"Don't worry, keep listening." Luo Bing and Shao Qing looked like they were enjoying themselves.
"Every time I live in a different city, Chongqing, the Imperial Capital, Jishou, New York, Rio de Janeiro..."
When she got up and realized that she couldn't hide her milky sounds, Mr. Miao leaned over the table and drank a full glass of sparkling wine. Her little face suddenly turned red, and her voice immediately became charming: "Every time
I can also try different foods this time, including spicy Liangjiang hot pot, exquisite Tanfu cuisine, spicy and sour Miao cuisine, smoked salmon bagels from the Big Apple, and Brazilian roast beef, but...”
After a turning point, Miao Miao and several girls said in unison, "I want to fall in love with the same person every time!"
"Which song to submit? "Meeting You" or..." Su Meng gradually realized the feeling, and her aunt laughed when she heard it.
Gao Yuan sat up straight and said with disgust, "It's really disgusting, is there anything else?"
"Enjoyed, let Pepe and Yuan'er come..."
Picking up her phone again, Miao Miao lit up the screen and showed it in a circle. She sat down and said cheerfully: "I want to continue looking at the car."
"You and I have experienced and discarded each other for so many years. Fortunately, we still have each other..."
Zhou Peipei, the new helmsman of the Imperial Dance Division, recited emotionally in Wu Nong's soft words: "Distance is a liar, time is a conspiracy! And we have been displaced and tortured between each other, Sister Yuan'er?"
"It's too exaggerated. Even though you can recite the entire text, you still have to drag me into trouble..."
After her name was called twice and faced with several ardent expectant glances, Li Hanyuan had no choice but to stand up. She concluded with a mellow tone: "If I find that it is still too late to turn back, without any hesitation, I will choose to reach out firmly and start again."
Meet you."
"Sure enough, the next love song album, wow! It's really worth looking forward to..."
The guess about the output of the submission was confirmed. Su Meng smiled a little less elegantly. She happily clinked glasses with Luo Bing: "I didn't expect that I could get unexpected rewards by stopping by to pick up tickets and have a meal."
"I've got my ticket and my meal. To be serious, once "Talent Co., Ltd." is finished, Jinger will be on winter vacation soon..."
Reaching out to poke Su Meng, Gao Yuan gently changed the topic back to what they were talking about before. At this moment, Shao Qing's phone happened to ring, and she had to ask Luo Bing for confirmation: "In a month and a half at most, they really plan to go to New York for filming.
A drama? The editor-in-chief of our main magazine appointed Mengmeng and I to coordinate, so..."
"No! Mom! My mother, no matter how nice she is, I can't see you. I've been very busy recently! I really don't have time..."
After listening to a few words on the phone next to him, Shao Qing interrupted Gao Yuan's thoughts. She lowered her voice and begged: "Mr. Ran, please spare me!"
"What a great opportunity to revisit my old place at public expense. I definitely want to go..."
Glancing at Shao Qing, whose speech became hesitant, Luo Bing suppressed the gossip in her heart and continued to return to Gao Yuan: "But the shooting plan has not been made yet. It is estimated that the studio will be set up and most of the outdoor scenes will be shot, and the whole shooting will be done in real scenes.
It is indeed difficult.”
"Yes, Jinger's workload is already very full..."
She looked a little regretful, and Su Meng looked vaguely nostalgic. She took over the words: "The revised script incorporates a lot of their past things. It's a pity..."
"Is this something I haven't heard of? Share it quickly." Upon hearing this, Luo Bing suddenly became excited, and she quickly moved her stool to the side.
"That's it for now, Mom, I have other things to do, so I'll hang up."
Taking the opportunity to close the line, Shao Qing couldn't be content with being behind others, so he hurriedly approached.
"For example, the first meeting between Ni Ni and her boyfriend in Times Square, the confession of holding a bouquet of flowers and wanting to take her wandering, the minuet in G major under the moonlight..."
Listing out many examples like a treasure trove, Su Meng smiled and said: "Art comes from life, and there are so many little Easter egg settings added by Jier."
"Don't forget to break up without saying goodbye..." Henhen added. Realizing that her voice was too high, Gao Yuan forcibly lowered her voice: "But a certain scumbag changed it in the script to let Jinger dump him."
"Wait a minute, Mengmeng, that long shot plot is set to be shot to the end..."
Looking at each other in surprise, Shao Qing put all the troubles caused by her mother's phone calls behind her. With eyes wide open, she challenged Su Meng: "The hot male singer on the Billboard has changed his appearance and turned into a homeless artist living on the streets..."
"The plot uses local materials to perform percussion on Broadway, trying to survive as a performer, and attracting the favor of the Vogue intern girl..."
Luo Bing, who had also read the script, made the connection seamlessly. She covered her mouth in surprise and asked softly: "Is it based on their real love experience?"
"It can't be said to be a reference..." Su Meng shook his head in denial, causing the two tax evaders to sigh for a while, but then Gao Yuan's addition made them smile again: "I can only say that they are exactly the same!"
"Can you elaborate a little bit more..."
After questioning, Shao Qing and Luo Bing observed the surroundings vigilantly. Seeing that the girls were chatting freely in twos and threes, they got a little closer in tacit understanding before continuing the gossip in a low voice: "For example, Ni Ni took her own dinner and even
I kept feeding him for a few days, but finally, when I finally got to talk to him, someone reached out and asked for cash?"
"The real thing is that Jing'er had less than 20 knives on him at the time, so he took out all of them and was despised by others."
"Oh, you are a real loser!"
"Keep your voice down, don't let others listen."
"Hurry, do it quickly, the law will not spread to the nine ears."
The four intellectual women gathered together to eat without any concern for their image. Thanks to Yili, who was sitting closest to the group, she was busy talking on the phone with her boyfriend who was far away in Shanghai. The girl with a sweet face even
He had no time to pay attention to Zhao Mu, who was full of communication with the whispers around him.
"You have changed. You are a heterosexual and inhumane Ah Li. I will go find Lao Zhang and Peipei..."
After filling up the wine glass and drinking it all, Zhao Mu picked up his cell phone and angrily walked to the other side. At this moment, Zhang Yameng, Li Hanyuan and others were surrounding Miaomiao. They seemed to be still discussing the purchase of a nanny car animatedly.
"So you are serious about buying a car? Mr. Meow is very generous..."
So tipsy that his eyes were blurred, Zhao Mu joked about Miao Miao, who was sitting cross-legged and comparing her favorite car with Zhou Peipei in a serious manner to the previous nanny cars that had been reformed: "I thought you were making fun of Brother Qing?"
"Be bigger and stronger and create greater glory..."
After giving way, Li Hanyuan, who was hooked on Zhang Yameng's arm, stretched out her other hand to hold Zhao Mu, who was walking in vain. She smiled and revealed: "I've talked about it several times, and sometimes I talk in my sleep."
I was arguing with the car rental company that she only ordered a nanny car."
"Brother Qing was so funny back then. He and Miaomiao rode an electric donkey to see the venue. We were all dumbfounded. It was so real..."
Zhao Mu sank down from his horse and imitated riding an electric bicycle with all his naivety.
"Brother Qing is not willing to drive at that time, and he doesn't have much money..."
Motousha comforted Miao Miao who was about to jump in and argue. Zhang Yameng understood that that past was a very beautiful memory in her heart and could not tolerate others' good-natured teasing. She signaled Li Hanyuan to pull away Zhao Mu, who was stepping on the thunder. Lao Zhang began to whisper softly.
Cou Miao: "Fortunately, we have united around Mr. Miao and have initially achieved the goal of becoming bigger and stronger. We are just around the corner to create greater glory."
"That's good, it will get better and better in the future. Buy, buy, buy, so you don't have to rent a car all the time..."
Miao Miao was greatly benefited from Lao Zhang's comfort. She picked up Zhou Peipei and said generously: "It's rude to come and not return. I just want to buy one for my sister Jinger!"
"No, Sister Miao, the license plate hasn't been received yet..." Seeing that Miao Miao was trying to place an order directly due to her drunkenness, Zhou Peipei quickly tried to dissuade her.
"Besides, the driver is also a problem..." Li Hanyuan also quickly winked and admonished: "Our dormitory is almost full."
"Oh, yes, let's wait until we meet the driver and rent the license plate before buying..."
It was easy to compromise. Miao Miao rolled her eyes and complained softly: "You two didn't remind me earlier."
"Yuan'er, let me tell you, everyone is guessing who the mysterious silhouette is in the finale trailer. Tomorrow morning, stills of the Eastern leader in men's clothing will be released. The whispers are definitely going to explode..."
After finally waiting for Miao Miao to calm down for a moment, Zhao Mu, who was pestering Li Hanyuan, brought the topic back to the original point: "I originally wanted to come over to discuss this, but now I am more curious about why Brother Qing has always refused to drive and why he doesn't like to use smart devices.
Is it relevant?"
"Hahaha, yes, he complained a long time ago that electrification is too serious, so he is not willing to drive..." Emotions come and go quickly, Miao Miao becomes angry, and Yan Qing is also quite heartless: "Brother Qing'er has
Selectively embrace technology.”
"This was the problem in New York in the past. People only drove classic cars..."
Maybe during a break from eating, Gao Yuan joined in the conversation across the dinner table and complained sharply: "Jier planned to spend two weeks' salary to give him a mobile phone, but the soft-hearted man insisted on only having a feature phone.
"
"If we have the ability to eat Sister Jing'er's soft rice, our Yan Qing is so amazing, yeah!"
However, Gao Yuan never expected that Miao Miao, who was almost drunk, would dare to talk back like this, and she was so impressed that even Su Meng couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. The effect was a response.
"It's not too early. I won't follow you after the program is finished tomorrow. By then it will be nine o'clock in the evening..."
After chatting and laughing, Luo Bing raised her wrist and looked at her watch. Unknowingly, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. She picked up her handbag and followed Gao Yuan to stand up and say goodbye: "No. 1, Xiangheyuan Road, Dongzhimen, let's talk about Yilian Contemporary Moma store.
Let’s meet.”
"Well, it's been a long time since we watched a movie with her. Xiaomei, drink less. It's not good for your throat..."
When they walked around the door, Su Meng lovingly smoothed Miao Miao's fur, which was showing off her drunken state, and she coaxed: "Sister Jing'er also said that you would take your "after party" to the Caochangdi Rock Festival.
Look how red this little face is."
"There is a saying that the red wine first appears on the face, and the sun sets in the west in a spring dream..."
Pointing to the piano room located at the west end of the courtyard, Zhang Yameng said with a pointed smile: "Sisters, why don't you go to the west wing and listen to the corner, just steal a tax and then go home?"
"This, it's not good." Su Meng, a little moved, slowed down his steps.
"What's so good about the wall..." Gao Yuan hugged her chest and smiled: "I'll torture her directly."
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you evade taxes or not..." Shao Qing took the lead, followed by Luo Bing, and the two of them led the group directly to the west wing: "The key is that we want to listen to "Butterfly Lovers"."
The flat-floor courtyard that Diwu rented to Weng Huaijing as a studio is not large in size, with two entrances and two exits. The piano room is in the second room at the west end, next to the ballet practice room. The door of the piano room is half open, and people can hear people coming out from time to time.
A piece of melodious or intense melody lingers.
"I've been rehearsing all the time, and the door hasn't even been closed."
"Didn't I praise him for becoming a much more gentleman?"
Squeezing tightly outside the door, communicating in low voices, Su Meng followed a group of senior tax evaders and looked at the white grand piano that was placed in a conspicuous position in the piano room:
On the music stand is a thick stack of brand-new piano scores that still smell like ink. Weng Huaijing, who is sitting with her back to the door, is sight-reading. Her fingers are as fast as her fingers and she plays the keys quickly and powerfully. Her bass is excellent in bass.
The melody played back by the husband has a cold rhythm and a low and majestic tone, revealing a bit of the ferocious cruelty behind an arranged marriage.
The quiet and thin back, the ponytail that rises and falls with the performance, and the chilling and withering bass melody, give the senses an indescribable unique beauty.
Outside the piano room, Zhao Mu, who couldn't get the best peeping angle, muttered in a low voice: "It's so sad, full of helplessness and despair."
"Shh~ Mu Mu..."
Miao Miao, who has a unique height advantage, turned around and raised her head, baring her teeth and claws to give a warning: "Stop talking, Brother Qing'er is going to play the violin!"
In the piano room, Yan Qing, who stood a step away from Weng Huaijin and maintained a relaxed posture, used a loose rhythm for the next solo violin part, and the melodious and tortuous piano sound was like a heart-wrenching cry, trickling down.
Describing Zhu Yingtai's grief and panic.
This melody uses a lot of portamento techniques. Yan Qing raises his shoulders and draws the bow, constantly touching the strings. His eyes naturally move to Weng Huaijing beside him, and through the thin layer of water mist in front of his eyes, his eyes are full of affection and tenderness.
.
Just like telepathy, Weng Huaijing, whose fingers were still piercing the butterfly and quickly lifting and falling, raised his head to meet the moonlight-like eyes. The girl's sparkling peach blossom eyes were full of nostalgia and admiration.
Accompanied by the poignant melody that makes people cry, the lovers looking up to each other seem to freeze time.
…
Outside the piano room, amid a few muffled breaths, Luo Bing whispered to Shao Qing: "I can't tell whether their emotions were part of the play or revealed naturally."
"It doesn't look like being in a play. This should be the part of the balcony party." Shao Qing was overjoyed and replied with a smile, waving his hands.
…
In the piano room, the eyes that had been in contact for a long time suddenly separated. Weng Huaijing, who reached out to turn over the music, filled in several sets of allegro background sounds in the high range of the piano at the right time. The sound quality was intense and decisive, which better highlighted the character of Zhu Yingtai represented by the violin.
The theme of resolute struggle to the end.
The sound of piano, violin and string music slowly and firmly advance the theme. As Weng Huai and Yan Qing exchange tacit and tacit answers many times, the contradiction gradually intensifies, and the anxious scene of the British-Taiwan resistance to marriage that they try to present is also vividly portrayed.
, unknowingly made the person leaning at the door trying to listen in the corner forget his original intention of evading taxes, until the long aftertaste dissipated, and a crisp voice sounded in the piano room:
"There's no need to worry, do what you've always wanted to do, I...I'll always support you."
Professor Weng's slightly squeaky tone and the beauty between the lines made the girls outside the door gasp in delight.