Chapter 239 The flower path has never been swept away
"The flower path has never been visited by tourists.
The gate is now open for you."
Regarding last night's general cleaning activity that almost completely renovated the Yan family courtyard, Li Hanyuan was of course the one who secretly reported the news. Shao Qing came over early in the morning and never forgot to tease Yan Qing.
It was said that he must remember to use Du Fu's seven-character rhyme poem for his Chinese studies homework. Who would have expected that Yan was as thick-skinned as a city wall, so he just laughed a few times and said haha before changing the subject. He also nodded in passing.
Shao’s mother responded with increasingly frequent requests for blind dates:
"But according to the plan drawn up by Xiaoge, today it is Zhang Ruoxu's turn to write "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night". Sister Qing, I will remember what you said first and I will definitely use it when Mr. Ran visits Yuyuantan Park again one day."
"That's right. After all, Du Zhongtang's poem is called "The Guest Arrives." It's a bit inappropriate to call her a guest in her capacity. Wait... No, Yuan'er, don't you mean "tangke" in the southern Hunan dialect? "tangke tangke,"
A guest in the hall!"
There was an undercurrent of intrigue as they chatted and laughed, and the two were barely evenly matched, but Weng Huaijing, who was so miserable that he was not prepared to cover up his makeup, walked through the verandah, and as expected, the stone path that ran from the front yard to the inner yard was decorated with flowers.
After a few minutes of walking, her face turned red, and she felt that Yan Qing had to recite the entire poem "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" because he wanted to die.
"Looking at each other but not hearing each other at this time
May the beauty of the moon shine upon you"
The straight-line distance from Courtyard No. 1 of Wanshou Temple to the main entrance of No. 233 Shibei Hutong is only 5.6 kilometers. In fact, 5649 meters is more accurate. This is the data measured by Weng Huaijing through electronic maps.
During the countless nights after returning from the Big Apple five years ago, she had leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony and gazed here thousands of times during her free time while practicing the piano. However, the night sky in the Imperial Capital was often gray and foggy, always making this place look like a distant place.
The courtyard with green eaves and gray tiles is hidden in the deepest part of Shichahai amid the lights of thousands of houses. In Weng Huaijing's heart, this state can definitely be regarded as sharing a ray of moonlight, so close that we can see each other but not hear each other.
It is for this reason that when Professor Zhou Zhongweng was formulating a follow-up plan to improve Chinese studies for Yan Qing, it was when the kopok studio had just been completed, and someone led a group of girls to lobby Shao Qing to arrange the recording schedule for Sunday.
Weng Huaijing, who was not yet fully prepared for the change, tried all kinds of excuses, but finally had no choice but to use Zhang Ruoxu's poems to metaphorically describe the complicated emotions in her heart.
Unfortunately, all the tricks came to nothing. The "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto" that was about to appear was an unexpected assist.
Compared with the choice of letting Yan Qing go to school next Monday, especially after thinking about the scene of the two of them staying in the teaching and research office to catch up on progress, colleagues and even students were publicly watching, in the spirit of the lesser of the two powers.
In principle, Weng Huaijing felt that she could overcome her cowardice, so she relaxed yesterday.
"If you don't enter the main building, you shouldn't be visiting his home. You're just here to record and work. Yan Yisa has been to my studio five times. Well, that's it..."
With this idea of self-deception, Weng went straight to the Kapok recording studio in the backyard. She only glanced at the spotless glass curtain wall and the recording control room full of technology. Her eyes lingered on a certain tied flute for a while. She screened
With a smile on his face, he urged Yan Qing, who was planning to demonstrate again, to start working quickly, and pretending to be calm, he took out the unfinished music scores from his handbag and spread them neatly on the table.
Last night, the accompaniment track was preprocessed in advance. After Yan Qing made some simple adjustments to the sound collection and transmission equipment in the studio, he tentatively asked Weng Huaijing, who had already begun to work hard on the second violin part: "What about that?"
I'll come first, won't you help me monitor it? Buzz buzz..."
"Why don't you record your own in advance? Don't think about delaying time on purpose, Yan Yisa, that's too much!"
Thanks to Luo Bing, the tenth issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." has produced four songs. According to Weng Huaijing's expectation, these must be completed before noon, and both time and equipment must be left to "Butterfly Lovers". I suspect that someone
She glanced sideways at Yan Qing, complaining, but Professor Weng obediently stopped writing and put on the listening earphones.
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Chu Lianqing: "Listen to my explanation (quibble), the best recording effect must be with you present, especially when singing "The Brightest Secret"~"
Tsundere: "Nonsense! Hurry up and stop being so glib~"
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Of course, this kind of flirting didn't happen until Shao Qing and Peipei were led by Mr. Miao to visit other places in the courtyard. As for Zhang Yameng and Li Hanyuan, they didn't follow them and found someone to go out.
They are very knowledgeable about the reasons for purchasing ingredients.
In fact, if everything goes well, just recording the dry vocal parts of four songs plus post-production mixing, mastering and other work will definitely be more than enough time for Yan Qing in one morning. For example, going into the studio to record "Sun and Moon in the Heart",
During "The Brightest Secret", he was in full form and passed it all in one go.
However, what is very embarrassing is that after Weng Huaijing finished recording the tender and sweet song "Meet You", she was left with the last song "Push the Door to the World", but she got stuck.
"No! It's obvious when you listen to the dry sound. It still feels wrong. I still haven't grasped the artistic conception in the demo. It's similar to "Words Don't Express Meaning" but more complicated. It's kind of..."
She frowned and took off the singer's monitor earphones for the sixth time. Weng Huaijing leaned against the soundproof glass door and patiently listened to the dry sound playback of the monitor speaker again. She bit her lips gently, and after confirming that she had found the most accurate way of expression, she concentrated
Looking at Yan Qing, he continued slowly: "Being trapped alone in the reincarnation of time or space and looking at each other with the people outside the door, trying to communicate but not daring to feel alienated, it is best to have a little bit of self-pity."
"What? I have the word "werewolf" tattooed on my face. Why do I have to play metaphors with Wen Wen Wen? She is completely trapped in a cocoon. She is so smart and delicate that she is as clear as a mirror!"
The quiet and gentle gaze of his lover made Yan Qing unable to think of dodge. He looked at Weng Huai for a long time, and after several attempts to speak, he finally retreated. He relied on the rich experience of a top music producer to mediate: "I have never experienced it before.
It’s hard to have empathy, so why not try another way? Define the so-called door in terms of (id). You imagine (ego) is on one side, and (superego) is on the other side, and the two personalities are pulling each other..."
"Freud's triple structure theory of personality? It is indeed feasible, but in fact, I have had a deep experience..."
Weng Huaijing, with his arms crossed and his chin tilted slightly, glanced meaningfully at Yan Qing with his narrow eyes, straightened his nose and rushed towards him with a side face: "I still prefer the demo style, let me adjust it to find out the feeling.
, it’s all your fault anyway…”
"Falling in love with me easily? Without me realizing it..."
Weng Huaijing's blaming words made Yan Qing sing out in seconds, but a certain arrogant swan raised his neck and gave him a hard wink. He had no choice but to give up and turn the swivel chair towards the workbench at the speed of light. He pulled out the hidden drawer to operate the mouse.
He muttered bitterly at the keyboard: "I admit it's all the moon's fault. Okay, I won't sing. You can slowly find the feeling and mix the first three songs first."
"Is it the moon's fault? I just blame the blame, hmm... actually it makes sense..."
Someone's casual quibbling sparked a flash of inspiration in Weng Huaijing. It might have something to do with the sudden glimpse of the tied flute on the wall. Professor Weng put his hands behind his back and walked quickly to the glass piano room next to the recording control room. When Yan Qing couldn't help but
When her husband looked at her, she turned around and smiled sweetly: "Yes! I have figured out how to experience that feeling."
The lighting design of Kopok Studio is excellent, and the late autumn sunlight shines into the room through the glass dome, making Weng Huai's vision of walking back with light steps become more and more beautiful, and every strand of black hair draped over the shoulders is flowing and shining.
The luster made Yan Qing unable to open his eyes. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Do you really want Yue Yue to take the blame for the progress of our "Butterfly Lovers"?"
"No, come here..."
Calling Yan Qing to go to the next door with a sweet voice, Weng Huaijing turned in a small circle like a ballet step, turned sideways and elegantly raised his left arm, and extended his slowly swaying palm from the cuff of a small lantern, like a white swan that had just emerged from the water.
, she stared blankly at Yan Mou, and with a smile in her eyes, she urged: "I have to have someone to cooperate!"
With a smile, he stood up and followed the piano room. Yan Qing stopped at the diagonal side of the Bösendorfer piano, keeping a distance of about two meters from Weng Huaijing, who was sitting on the piano bench.
His sweetheart looked like he was concentrating on his emotions with his eyes closed, which made Yan Qing very confused. Since the music stand blocked his sight, he took two steps forward and said, "What are you going to play? Buzz?"
"Wait a moment…"
With his fingertips across the C-area of the piano keys, Weng Huaijing casually weaved out a few strings of flowing bass-like decomposed chords. Qingyan's beautiful profile gradually became cold and charming, and she replied without looking away: "Don't come here! You just need to
Look at me playing the piano like a stranger, just look at me occasionally."
"Ah, this can't be done at all..."
Upon hearing what Professor Weng said, Yan Qing immediately raised his hands to express strong opposition: "Because you will shine in my eyes."
The corners of her eyes turned red inexplicably. Weng Huai had been looking forward to the stunning moment she had been waiting for for a while. She scolded Yan Qing and rolled her eyes: "Come on, I didn't know you are so good at it!"
"You are just setting this up..."
It seemed that he would not give in even an inch, but Yan Qing was very honest. After saying this, he obediently returned to his original position.
“10991,5649…”
Closing her eyes again to prepare for the situation, Weng Huaijing slowly read out two strings of numbers, as if there was some kind of magic, and her tone gradually became colder.
"10,991 kilometers, this is the mileage of the flight from New York back to the imperial capital. It seems that we are far apart. Once you make up your mind to get on the plane, it actually only takes fourteen hours; 5,649 meters, this is the mileage that I have measured many times with my eyes in countless nights over the past five years.
But the distance is always out of reach, I don’t know…”
Involuntarily holding back her breath, Yan Qing silently stared at the beautiful but cold side face behind the piano. She could clearly see the narrow and slender tail of Weng Huaijing's eyes driving the thick feathers to flutter.
She almost never mentioned the past and continued with a slight nasal voice: "I gave up the recommendation letter written by Katrin to the artistic director of the City Ballet... and then returned to China alone. Can I count myself as having completed the ninety-nine steps before we meet again?"
, very strange, right?”
It seemed that it was very difficult for her to open her eyes. Weng Huaijing pursed her lips and glanced deeply at Yan Qing. She sniffed cutely and took a few deep breaths before she smiled helplessly: "Obviously you haven't responded in the past five years, but I have.
I have this inexplicable confidence, always telling myself that Ithank must be blocked by something that cannot be explained."
"Five years is enough to see all the romance in the imperial capital. What kind of love can support her to watch the romantic nights alone and look at the stars of Yingchuan. These five years are still the golden five years of a dancer's career. No matter where the responsibility lies,"
"I'm still a bastard enough..."
Hearing this made his heart beat like a knife, and even his eyes became vacant and lifeless. In fact, Yan Qing, who had a delicate heart, had previously speculated on what kind of grievances were hidden behind Weng Huaijing's generosity. Every time he thought about it from another perspective, he asked himself that he could not forgive himself.
"Later I realized that there really is such a door, so today Sister Qing's poem really touched my heart. Of course, you know, I have been trying to catch up. Look, now I have the key..."
A few pearls fell from the corners of Weng Huai's eyes, and she pressed her hands between her collarbones. With tears streaming down her face, she comforted the sad Yan Qinglai: "I think it's amazing that I didn't expect that the last step before entering the door was to go from Shanghai.
The sea started to step out. When I first came on stage, I even wondered if you had lost your memory. The look you gave me was so strange and terrifying, so...does this count as a trap?"
"It doesn't count."
Suppressing his emotions and pretending to be calm, Yan Qing answered like an electric current in his heart. The clumsy disguise in the original (poppy poppy) session, the passing by each other after the reversal of power, the silent look at each other in the magpie bridge passage, the familiarity with which they first met in the imperial capital, turned a blind eye.
Just like the Milky Way blocking each other, they separated at the touch of a finger... Many scenes flashed back clearly, one by one, and he suddenly felt a soreness in his nose:
"How painful it must be to hide the loss in your heart behind those seemingly calm indifferences...I am far less "brave and innocent" than one ten thousandth of her!"
The emotions of shame, guilt, struggle, and love in his consciousness were so overwhelming that Yan Qing could hardly breathe. He took a few deep breaths, insisted on not looking away, and said with difficulty: "Actually, this feeling... is more ridiculous than amnesia...
If I hadn’t realized later that...that door...had really...existed...many times..."
The speed of his speech became slower and slower, and gradually became murky and unclear. Yan Qing, who could hardly pronounce the last word "Zi", once again experienced the fear of losing control of his body in the Magpie Bridge channel more than a hundred days ago. He could only stare dumbly.
With longing in mind, I let my eyes be filled with thick fog.
"Please, I even gave a demonstration, and I didn't ask you to teach others how to substitute emotions. In fact, when I was playing the depressive version of Yu Ge in "Moonlight", I substituted some, well, I was trapped outside the door.
The feeling of powerlessness…”
It was rare for Yan Qing to show his emotional side, but he didn't expect that this kind of behavior was so artificial that it made Weng Huaijing burst into tears and laugh. Two crescent moon buds suddenly appeared in his tearful eyes, and he raised his head in an unladylike manner.
The French-style palace sleeve wiped her face, and she held her chin with one hand and complained quietly: "I have forgotten that feeling recently. Originally, I just wanted you to feel a little more alienated, and played "Awakening Time" to find out.
I feel so good now, but it’s all ruined!”
"Ah, then we can still learn from Lu Yue and pass the blame to... Well, it can be remedied, right? It will be done soon, after all, I am an old scumbag professional..."
It came suddenly and went away quickly. Yan Qing's sense of loss of control was actually much weaker than before. He gathered his sorrow and feelings and began to feel guilty. He mobilized his facial muscles to quickly restore the scene he had thrown at Weng Huaijing on the stage in Shanghai.
glance.
"It's too late, it's too late for someone to make amends..."
Lowering her head and making a mistake, Weng Huaijing narrowly avoided eye contact, stretched her fingers to the piano keys again, bit her lip lightly and frowned slightly, saying: "Why don't we change the song? We still can't bear to let Yue Yue take the blame.
"
As Weng Huaijing dropped her fingers, the Bösendorfer D290 soundboard emitted a G note that lasted three beats. At the same time, her left hand received a wave-like texture accompaniment after decomposing the first-level chords, and the melody of her right hand started with E.
-)D-)C triplet form slowly descends, and then rises back to the E note with a sustain duration of three beats, paired with a wavy texture decomposed by sixth-level chords... The prelude seems to flow under the layer of promotion.
The bright moonlight shines through the gray sky of the imperial capital, gently and peacefully spreading the brilliance evenly to every place.
"It's actually "The Moon Represents My Heart", which is also from "Moonlight Sultry", with a healing ending. Is she pointing at me or is she metaphorizing something else..."
Although there were some very stylized improvisations interspersed in the middle, Yan Qing, who had an absolute sense of tone, quickly figured out the mystery. Weng Huaijing touched the keys gently but without losing thickness. It was obviously just a simple melody embellished with uncomplicated decomposed chords.
However, she vividly presents the pain of missing her lover, and every note is filled with abundant and delicate emotions.
Fully immersed in her own world, with her fingers moving smoothly, Weng Huaijing uses this piece of music to express her feelings that she has never shown to others:
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. Well, I am willing to admit the first half of Mr. Dongpo's words.
But the moon will always be round, just like my feelings for you have never changed no matter how many ups and downs I have experienced.
The long day without seeing the moon is just to hide my love. Whenever the evening breeze of the imperial capital blows by, you only need to look up casually and you will find that even though there are many stars twinkling in the sky, I am still watching you affectionately. Five
Years are like days.
I just wonder if you are also missing me when I am missing you?"
Although the song was very short, less than three minutes, Yan Qing was deeply moved for no other reason. Listening to the familiar yet unfamiliar melody, and looking at the seemingly cold and aloof girl in front of him, his mind
The bitterness and tenderness of this girl who has been guarding the imperial capital Fengyue alone for five years are so vivid in her mind that it is as real as seeing it with her own eyes.
The situation fell into a very subtle atmosphere. Perhaps driven by instinct, Yan Qing could not help but gradually get closer to Weng Huaijing.
"I think I may have found that feeling!"
In panic, he tried to get up and took half a step back. Weng Huaijing lowered his head and said this.
"I will always love you!"
With eyes full of pity and tenderness, Yan Qing murmured some extremely disgusting words of love.
“?…”
Shy and startled, Weng Huaijing looked up at Yan Qing with hesitation and timidity. As if she had guessed something, she crossed her arms and straightened up and scolded in a sweet voice: "You are delaying time on purpose, aren't you? Yan Yisa, I found out that you have no good intentions!"
"Which one of us is delaying the progress? This is too unfair to me..."
All the tenderness was in vain, and Yan Qing smiled helplessly at a certain arrogant girl whose luck index was not up to standard: "Then hurry up and do it again while it's hot."
"Hmph, I noticed that someone has had some solid growth recently!"
After giving a cold yet slightly charming look, Weng Huaijing rushed back to the recording control room with a faint scent of rosemary, put on the singer's monitor headphones again and went straight into the studio. She stood in front of the red tube microphone hanging upside down.
, releasing an indifferent and distant expression to Yan Qing through the thick multi-layered glass wall as a ready signal.
Cooperatively playing the role of a stranger, Yan Qing directly pressed the wireless recording controller in his hand. He only responded by making an OK hand gesture with three fingers raised.
It was not much different from the previous recordings. The melody composed of scattered piano root notes was quickly pushed to the ears of the singer across the wall. Weng Huaijing's opening voice was also steadily synchronized with the first note given by the piano accompaniment.
#C, the only difference is that this time the singer's expression became a little indifferent, and she started the seventh round of dry vocal recording of "Push the Door to the World" without looking away.