The audio recorded by the state-of-the-art AKG C12VR microphone is transmitted back to the recording console in real time, and then played back through the main monitor speakers embedded in the wall on both sides. Yan Qing can hear it really clearly.
Processing and hardware connection, the mezzo-soprano magically brings the sense of tranquility and alienation she wants, as if there is a distance across a door.
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"Holding a serious heart that doesn't know how to care.
kissed your eyes
Just fearless youth』
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When arranging, Yan Qing inserted the real accompaniment until the first main and chorus transitions before delaying the intervention. This straight-to-the-point, straight-to-the-heart arrangement design can best demonstrate the singer's most delicate emotions hidden in the vocal.
Changes make it easier to arouse the audience's empathy, so this song has very high requirements for the quality of the dry sound in advance, and Weng Huaijing's performance in the first two bars of the main song is perfect.
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"The mud on your left hand
The mud on your right hand
The flowery clothes of a close friend
The world should be you
The appearance of waking up
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After the accompaniment officially entered the singer's ear-return channel, Weng Huaijing occasionally glanced at the man outside the wall. His eyes were full of sadness and stubbornness, with a little timidity, but there was no intimacy at all. Yan Qing was so quiet.
Listening quietly, he faithfully restored the cautious self he was when he debuted on stage in Shanghai, looking with a little admiration at the strange girl with the Oscar glory above her head.
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"The sadness of the left eye
The stubbornness of the right eye
all look the same
It turns out you are me
Arrogant courage
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The entire chorus follows a main framework of gradual progress and step by step. In the process of continuous accumulation of emotions, even when Weng Huaijing's cold voice trembled slightly when she sang a certain line, she just used
His fingertips gently touched the crystal key hanging between his collarbones, deeply kneading restraint and forbearance into the song.
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"The mud on your left hand
The mud on your right hand
The flowery clothes of a close friend
The world should be you
Honest look
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The interlude of this song is very short and there is no complicated bridge design. After a round of foreshadowing of the main song with accompaniment, the second chorus Weng Huaijing quietly increased the timidity in the mood. After her interpretation of the similar lyrics,
, a vivid picture was clearly outlined in front of Yan Qing’s eyes:
The woman with hands covered with mud stared at the man she admired from a distance. Her instinct drove her to get closer, but she hesitated for a long time because she was ashamed of herself and did not dare to move forward.
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"The sadness of the left eye
The stubbornness of the right eye
all look the same
It turns out you are me
lost place
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"You are the only meaning that maintains my existence in this world, like a coordinate, a bridge, an anchor... Wen Wen Wen expresses it so appropriately. Why can she control her shameful feelings so well?"
Hearing this, his mind was racing, because Yan Qing had been deeply indulging in these indescribable and unknown feelings. When he was preparing a sample for his sweetheart, he naturally incorporated these emotions, but he tried his best to hide them in the sentences.
Among the inconspicuous details such as ventilation, breathing, pitch change, etc., unexpectedly after Weng Huaijing's performance, they became so conspicuous that there was nowhere to hide them.
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"Young frivolity
late injury
All waiting to be forgiven by her
It turns out you are me
The place to go back to
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"You have always been my "arrogant courage", my "lost place", my "desire for atonement", and finally settled on the "returning place", clearly broken up and hidden in the subtitles of the four-part structure.
In the song, it was like someone was playing it with a loudspeaker on the street in a busy city. It turned out that she could understand all the things I had suppressed for a long time but dared not speak..."
Across the thick glass wall, the two of them looked at each other with a distant gaze, and everything seemed to be in silence. After two consecutive choruses, Weng Huaijing's expression finally became a little richer, and he blinked his left eye gently.
In the blink of an eye, she sang affectionately to Yan Qing word by word with her breath like a gossamer:
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"Push open the door to the world
Leave your love
Don't go too fast"
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"I finally finished it before noon, seven times..."
Sa Sa opened the door and stood in front of Yan Qing's desk. After Weng Huaijing carefully listened to the playback of the recorded vocals, their eyes wandered for a long time across a workbench, and then she pretended to be nonchalant and sighed softly.
One sentence: "This song is too difficult. I'm a little lucky. I'm pretty lucky, I think."
"My lucky girl has saved up enough of her lucky points!!!"
How could Yan Qing not understand such a clear statement? Before he could open his hands, he rushed out, but was awkwardly blocked back by the incomprehensible workbench.
"It's time to eat, have you finished recording? Sister Jing'er..."
Unfortunately, before Yan Qingren could even get around the workbench, the smart intercom in the recording control room came out with a sound of urging, and almost at the same time, there was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer from the other side of the door.
Chu Lianqing's eyes were firm: "Wait, can you save it first?"
The arrogant look hesitated: "No...then save it first~"
The first love's clear eyes showed joy: "Okay, I'll open the door~"
Tsundere admires Qiushui Yiheng: "You dare to threaten me, huh~"
In the flash of lightning, the two people in the room only communicated with their eyes. They communicated back and forth for several rounds before Mr. Miao entered the door. They barely reached a "friendly" agreement and temporarily stored the hug.
Just like that, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing followed Miao Miao, who didn't notice anything strange, all the way back to the front yard. When they entered the restaurant in the reverse seating room, the food was already on the table, and Li Hanyuan and Zhang Ya were taking off their bibs.
Several home-cooked Cantonese dishes from Meng Cuisine were selling well. Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei were sitting and chatting with them. The chat was still centered on "The Swordsman: The Invincible" which was launched last night. On the way over,
Mr. Meow was actually relaying this information excitedly.
After receiving continuous support from many professional judges of the Golden Dragon Award, the popularity of the film continues to rise. It can be said that it has blossomed both inside and outside the industry. The current paid on-demand volume of "Talent Co., Ltd." exceeded 3,000 in less than 20 hours after it went online.
Five million people attended, and it was natural. Many art and literary theaters across the country have announced adjustments to their membership pre-sale policies, and their theaters have put up no-show signs saying that the tickets are sold out.
"I have received several calls all morning urging our Kapok Films to release film reel copies. What's the point of being anxious? The Shanghai Film Factory is working overtime to convert, and I won't be able to change it for a while..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yan Qing and the others sitting down. Shao Qing's complaints suddenly became a little pretentious. She sighed, "It depends on you and Luo Bing for the audition. Mr. Kang has made an appointment with me to go on a business trip to Shanghai tomorrow. Alas.
, I have a really hard life.”
"It's a pity. Then I have to sigh for the large group of talents from the imperial capital recruited by Mr. Ran from Yuyuantan. Our sister Qing is so good. She has an outstanding image, elegant temperament, and a successful career..."
He raised his head and drank a large gulp of soda water, and Yan Qing took it calmly.
"Stop making trouble, let's eat quickly..."
Seeing that the two were quarreling again, Weng Huaijing, who was worried about the progress, just sighed quietly: "Otherwise, it won't be finished until midnight."
Yan Qing immediately stopped talking and picked up her chopsticks and bowl. After Shao Qing looked at her words and expressions after suffering a loss, she smiled charmingly as if she had gained something: "Didn't you finish recording the song this morning? It seems that someone deliberately delayed the progress. Well done.
"
"No, I'm not in a good state this morning. Sister Qing, let's eat quickly. Yuan'er's pineapple pork belly looks particularly delicious..."
Unfortunately, Shao Qing's guess obviously hit the passenger side by mistake. Yan Qing quickly jumped out to take the blame before his sweetheart looked embarrassed, which also made Weng Huai stop the idea of a post-up singles game.
The emphasis on authentic, light and elegant Cantonese cuisine won Yan Qing's heart. Even though he was beaten by Shao Qing, he was quite satisfied with the meal. After all, someone was from Pengcheng, East Guangdong in his "previous life", and Weng Huaijing did not know who he was.
Under the influence of Ms. Weng Yu, a good mood brings a good appetite. She, who always chews slowly, made an exception and ate several more mouthfuls of rice with boiled cabbage heart.
"Brother Qing, I have nothing to do this afternoon, can you borrow the Zhujiang-SU7 in your living room..."
Before Yan Qing put down the dishes, Zhou Peipei, who had been thinking for a long time, asked. It should be that when she visited the yard with Mr. Miao in the morning, she saw a certain upright piano that had recently fallen out of favor. The little girl who was interested in resuming piano practice had a slightly evasive look in her eyes.
Qi Ai said: "Recently...I've been using...this one, it's more convenient."
"Wow, even the vertical model is a couple model. Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together. Get ready..."
Holding her heart with both hands in a pretentious manner, Zhang Yameng decisively introduced a wave of rhythm.
As Yingying Yanyan sang "Daughter's Love", Professor Weng, whose eyes were red, awkwardly explained: "I was the first to take a fancy to that piano. At that time, he thought the sound was too similar to a certain Fusang piano."
He couldn't help sighing that "forcible explanation is the most fatal". After Yan Qing nodded to Zhou Peipei and expressed his agreement, he teased Li Hanyuan when he proposed to have butter mandarin duck hot pot for dinner. He quickly pulled Professor Weng and fled, leaving the whole room full of laughter.
Voice.
After returning to the recording studio, it took about two hours to complete the post-processing of the four songs. The rest of the afternoon they spent quietly weaving the "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto", with the top-of-the-line embedded Augspurger sound gently and gracefully playing the violin solo.
Edition, this background sound actually complements the rustling sound of two pen tips rubbing against the music paper, and is very harmonious.
After entering late October, the sky in the imperial capital became darker earlier than before. Before 5:30, the afterglow of the sunset had already dissipated. The kopok studio turned on the lights. Thanks to the good work efficiency, Yan Qing only had a lot of time on hand.
The score for the harp and a small part of the unpopular percussion parts has not yet been completed, and the harmony sequence of the second violin part under Weng Huaijing is gradually coming to an end.
"Including the time it takes to make the demo, we should be able to finish the work at ten o'clock tonight, or at most before eleven o'clock..."
Taking advantage of Yan Qing's break to go to the bathroom, Weng Huaijing moved her slightly numb wrist slightly, secretly thinking that the progress was almost back, which was considered a blessing to her soul. She gently pulled the midi keyboard combination hidden under the workbench.
I opened the drawer and found a thin calendar hidden underneath.
The calendar printed in monthly order was accompanied by traditional lunar dates. Weng Huaijing held it up and took a closer look. The top page showed the upcoming November. Four of the thirty date numbers in the list were drawn with a pen.
lock up.
"No. 9 drew a red heart, my birthday? No. 2 drew a blue circle, and also marked the response to "Dancing Girl". What surprises does he plan to prepare? The other two circles were drawn with black pen: 8, 22, the solar term Beginning of Winter
And Xiaoxue, could it be..."
Quickly taking a peek at the door of the recording studio, Weng Huaijing confirmed that there was no movement outside. She flipped through the calendar as if she had found a treasure. Sure enough, no matter whether facing forward or backward, the two solar terms of each month were traced by Yan Qing.
The circle starts from the Beginning of Autumn on August 8 to the Winter Solstice on December 22.
"Which solar term will that song be about? From Yan Yisa's tone, it should be related to winter. Is it the beginning of winter, or heavy snow, or the winter solstice? It's so distressing and I can't ask him~"
Without giving Weng Huaijing a chance to take a closer look, footsteps were heard outside the open door of the recording studio. She quickly put the calendar back to its original position, restored the drawer, and held the pen. Professor Weng pretended to be worried.
Thinking hard.
"They really prepared Yuanyang hot pot. Let's go, buzz buzz, let's go eat~"
Leaning against the door and calling, Yan Qing found no one came in, which wasted the Hanchun girl's carefully prepared acting skills. When Weng Huaijing bowed his head and walked over, the two of them held hands skillfully, and a certain disciple happily asked for credit:
"We can probably call it a day today. I'll go there with Sister Bing and the band members tomorrow afternoon. Your burden won't be that big, right?"
"No matter what, he has to go to school tomorrow. I have actually met many students during the filming of "Sev", as well as Principal Deng and Director Guan. Am I being too deliberate in this way..."
While being led slowly to the restaurant, Yan Qing was still talking about some topics related to the orchestration and audition of "Butterfly Lovers", but she didn't know that Weng Huaijing was quietly reflecting on herself in her heart, affected by some inexplicable sense of security, and gradually she
There is no longer much fear of sudden public execution or other dilemmas.
"...Some of the special tones of the pipa can only be achieved by harp and strings. I may not have thought too carefully at the beginning. We are almost there. You go first."
When they entered the front yard, before she could give the signal, Yan Qing wisely lowered her voice and let go of her hand in advance. Realizing this, Weng Huaijing thought like this: "He always protects me very well. If you pay attention,
It’s a good measure, and it shouldn’t be a big problem actually.”
As soon as you walked in, you could smell the unique aroma of butter hot pot. In the afternoon, the ingenious Li Hanyuan prepared a lot of marinated thin-cut beef, tripe, yellow throat and other meat dishes, and also fried a lot of Chongqing specialty snack crispy pork.
, the taste is so authentic that even Weng Huaijing praised it after trying it.
During this sumptuous dinner, except for Shao Qing who took a phone call from overseas, almost no one talked about work. Everyone was cooking the mandarin duck pot seriously, and Yan Qing, who was sweating profusely, took the food prepared by Zhang Yameng.
The milk is also very spicy and satisfying to eat.
What is worth mentioning during this period is that Miao Miaoyou accompanied Weng Huaijing to leave the table and went to the office building next door. After returning, Professor Weng, who had a small appetite, basically stopped using chopsticks and drank water gracefully in small sips. She looked beautiful and affectionate.
His eyes stayed on Yan Qing's face for significantly longer.
"If there wasn't that wall blocking the view, then he must also be looking in the direction of Manshou Temple Road? So when I miss him, he is also missed deeply."
Gently stroking the crystal key on his chest, Weng Huaijing was filled with joy. When he was going to the convenience store just now, he passed by a room with a (showroom) sign. Miao Miao unintentionally revealed to her an important message. In the past five years,
Whenever Yan Qing could not be found, he would always catch a lonely man staring at the wall full of trophies. This symptom lasted until August this year and was significantly improved.
"I don't know how difficult it is for him to open the door to the world, so why should I be pretentious~"
It happened that Professor Weng was also good at empathy, so without Yan Qing's knowledge, Weng Huaijing completely stopped being obsessed with progress after returning to the recording studio. After several attempts to speak but stopped, she looked forward to the suspense
The flute tied to the wall finally said: "Hey, Yi Sa~ I suddenly really want to go to the office building to make a movie. Can you take it with you..."
"It's "Li Yu"..."
When he mentioned Dizi, Yan Qing naturally guessed which movie Weng Huai was thinking about. He hesitated and said: "But what about "Butterfly Lovers"? Aren't we going to finish it tonight?"
"Go to school tomorrow morning! Stupid..."
With a sharp eyebrow raised, Weng Huaijing felt that someone was taking advantage of her and behaved so she lowered her head and murmured: "But later you have to play the flute for me~"
"good!"
Stepping as fast as flying, Yan Qing stood up and took off his flute. Although he didn't know why Weng Huaijing changed his mind, looking at his sweetheart's smiling face, he was confident that he could complete "Butterfly Lovers" as scheduled.
But before going out, Yan Qing turned around and gently opened his arms to Weng Huaijing: "First, take the lucky points you just deposited in the bank! I'm afraid you'll default~"
"Humph, your deposit has expired..."
With tears running down her face, Weng Huai wanted to resist but still threw herself into the man's arms. She said in a sweet voice: "You're a disciple~"
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dividing line
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PS: Open the door to the world
Original singer: Yang Naiwen
Lyricist, composer, arranger: Mars Radio
Album included: 2016, "Centrifugal Force"
It’s finally the turn of the male and female protagonists to take the stage in the small hip-pulling theater:
Yan Qing blushed and looked at someone: "What I understand as loving life is to be with the people you like."
Weng Huaijing turned into a jealous monster: "This is exactly what I have been pursuing, because I like it enough, so I insist on it.