"Professor Weng brought Yan Qing to the school today. Let me tell you the truth, getting close to nature is going to happen. Woohoo! It's going to explode!"
On a seemingly ordinary Monday afternoon, the old teaching atmosphere of "art and dance, virtue and art" at the Royal Capital Dance Academy in the drizzle was no longer there. A small number of teachers and students in the ballet department's ballet major actually started to spread the word.
One such rumor.
"Rumors are flying all over the place before all the guests have arrived! It's so bad, we must strictly investigate and defend it! Guan Xin, you will take the lead and be responsible, and you must keep confidentiality..."
Hiding in the vice principal's office on the third floor of the Comprehensive Education Building with his hands, Yan Qing, who was quarreling with each other, finally calmed down a little after hearing that Deng Yingling and Guan Xin were arranging corresponding remedial measures.
In fact, he was able to withstand the public execution, but the main reason was that he couldn't bear to look at Weng Huaijing's shameless manner in dealing with the social death situation.
"It's cute to be buzzing and running away. Thinking about it from this point of view, the punishment I suffered today is totally worth it, no! I have to restrain myself. Principal Deng and Director Guan have been secretly sizing me up... I can't give people the impression of frivolity.
The feeling..."
During the discussion, Guan Xin, the publicity director of Imperial Dance and the director of the ballet department, frequently cast a mixture of apologetic and teasing looks. Fortunately, Director Guan did not mean to tease Yan Qing. After deciding on a response plan, she went out and hurriedly implemented it.
"...but I'm so unlucky today. All kinds of bad luck can happen at the same time. I got soaked in the morning and was forced to stand still in the afternoon. It's really embarrassing. I should apologize to Principal Deng for causing her such trouble."
How troublesome..."
Just when Yan Qing was about to say something, a buzzer sounded in the pocket of his sweater. He took out his phone and glanced at the screen. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a heartfelt smile naturally bloomed. The message he sent was obvious.
It can be seen that Weng Huaijing was not greatly affected:
[There is still half an hour, I can’t look at my phone all the time, please just wait for me~]
"Huai Jing will have a while before get out of class ends. Don't worry, sit down for a while. You are already safe. This school uniform is quite decent. At first glance, you look like a student of Diwu..."
Yan Qing was so distracted that it took him a long time to raise his head again. As a result, he bumped into the kind and kind principal Deng's gaze, like a mother-in-law sizing up her son-in-law. Their eyes met and Deng Yingling smiled at him: "Yan Qing, fall in love with the professor.
It feels good, isn't it? How long have you two been together again?"
Yan Qing nodded twice without warning. Yan Qing was caught off guard by Deng Yingling. His face was red and his eyes were wandering and he said with a smile: "Ah... no... actually we haven't done it yet. Didn't we just classify it as a rumor?"
Is that so? Mr. Deng, you must not believe or spread rumors."
"You must have harbored a longing and refused to reveal it. You were only willing to admit that you two were a couple when you asked me for help. This girl has been hiding it all this time. It's a shame that I used (Sima Qingshan) to point her out. I didn't expect to say a word.
A prophecy…”
With three big words "I understand" written all over her face, Deng Yingling was so happy that she couldn't smile from ear to ear. Naturally, her mother-in-law became more and more satisfied with her son-in-law. She didn't even hear the phone on her desk ringing several times, so she was patronizing her to apologize.
The sarcastic Yan Qing couldn't help but remind her aloud.
"It's really satisfying, how many of them can do it? Our family's longing is not too romantic, it's just too long-term. It's not easy for her these years..."
With emotion in her heart, Deng Yingling probably remembered every detail of Weng Huaijing's return to China and felt a little sad. It wasn't until the call was forwarded to a private number that she took out her mobile phone and smiled apologetically at Yan Qing: "Sorry, answer the phone first.
Mr. Luo, hello..."
Listening to the conversation, it seemed that she was communicating with the other end of the whisper about the audition meeting later. Deng Yingling hung up the phone after a few words, picked up her bag and planned to go downstairs to the scene. She was quite hands-on, so before leaving the house
She did not forget to explain to Yan Qing kindly: "I went out to find Peipei to confirm how the preparations were at the concert hall, so as not to make another mistake and make our Diwu son-in-law hide here for a while.
You wait until she finishes class and then go there together."
"Okay, you go ahead."
Standing up and watching Deng Yingling go out, Yan Qing touched his Diwu school uniform and looked at his phone. The messages he had sent to Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng seemed to have disappeared. He shook his head helplessly and returned to the sofa, muttering: "
I’m probably on the way back from the airport, so no one cares about it, so maybe I’ll be allowed to wear this outfit for the audition.”
This school uniform was the one Yan Qing borrowed from Diwu when he came to film "Seve". Why did it reappear on him? Of course, we have to start with a certain flag that Professor Weng set up last night.
"If we pay attention to propriety, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Weng Huaijing finally let go and asked Yan Qing to come to Diwu in advance. There were several symphony orchestras participating in the audition, and Miao Miao and the others had to go to Xiyu to work with Luo Bing to pick up the plane, so they excused themselves as "morning early"
"Getting ready." After an early morning rush, a certain disciple didn't even bother to eat, so he carried a notebook and planned to go to the appointment.
"You don't have to worry about me. It's only 5649 meters to Diwu. What could happen~"
Wearing a bomber jacket, jeans, Martin boots, and a full-coverage helmet that could hide his identity, Yan Qing defied all opinions and chose to ride an electric bike alone. He even whistled when he left Houhai.
It can only be said that the products of the law of cause and effect like flag always take effect inadvertently. Yan Qing encountered a sudden downpour on the way. When Zhou Peipei took Shao Qing's pass to pick him up at the south gate of Diwu, Yan Qing was extremely happy but sad.
Someone was soaked all over.
The rain followed Yan Qing and dripped into the classical ballet teaching and research room. Inside, Weng Huai looked at her lover and couldn't laugh or cry like a drowned rat. After asking why, she had no choice but to instruct Zhou Peipei to go out to buy breakfast and find some clothes for her to come back and deal with it first.
"Don't be silly~Why don't you even wear a poncho..."
Fortunately, it was still early before class, and there was no one on the whole floor of the teaching and research office. Weng Huaijing, who didn't care too much, pushed Yan Qing onto the chair, and took out a large handful of tissues to clean him up: "If he catches a cold,
What should I do?”
"God is good, this rain is worth it. I want to get an annual card, no! I'll give you a lifetime card."
He was ecstatic in his heart, but Yan Qing still glanced nervously at the half-open door. After thinking about it, he reached out to take the tissue held by Weng Huaijing: "Inexplicably, I felt that this scene was very warm, so I couldn't control my smile.
Hum, how about I do it myself?"
"Don't make trouble, hurry up, Pepe will be back soon, I won't care about you anymore..."
The five fingers of his backhand clasped Yan Qing's outstretched palm to prevent him from causing trouble. While gently wiping the remaining water stains on the man's neck, Weng Huaijing urged in a clear voice: "Hurry up, take off your clothes!"
"puff!"
Reluctantly, Yan Qing loosened her fingers and intertwined with her sweetheart. Just when Yan Qing was red-faced and half-undressed, suddenly there was a splashing sound from behind. The two people who were entangled together turned around and the carpet in the teaching and research room was sprayed all over.
After drinking bean juice, Guan Xin, the director of the ballet department of the Imperial Dance Academy, stood dumbfounded at the door.
"The door is full of mud and water. I just wanted to come over and see what's going on...Yan Qing?"
After recognizing Yan Qing, Guan Xin was shocked and threw away the remaining half pack of bean juice that she had not finished sucking. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at each other in shock for a long time before Director Guan realized what was happening and stepped back.
Bu: "Morning, you guys... you continue, do you need my help to block Pepe?"
"..."
She had already panicked and hid in a corner. At this time, Weng Huai wished she could find a crack in the wall so that she could get in. She was temporarily socially dead and could not speak.
"No, Director Guan, morning..."
Holding the tissue that Weng Huaijing had forced on him, Yan Qing raised his hand to greet Guan Xin. Yan Qing forced out an awkward but polite smile. He spoke dully and tried to restore the truth: "Things are not what you think. On the way here..."
After stumbling to explain, Yan Qing even twisted his jacket hard in order to win Guan Xin's trust. The wet pilot jacket was dripping with water, and the scene was very funny for a time.
"Oh, it turns out that's the case. I believe it. Come back soon, I believe it..."
Holding back her laughter, Guan Xin guarded the door and directed Yan Qing's eyes to the corner. She tried to resolve the embarrassment for Weng Huaijing: "Don't leave Yan Qing alone. What if you catch a cold later? It's hard for people to come here."
Dance to the emperor."
"The paper is on the table. If you want to wipe it, take it yourself..."
Unmoved, Weng Huaijing continued to pretend to be an ostrich. There was a hint of crying in Weng Huaijing's response: "I don't want to care about him anymore!"
Everyone had nothing to do with Professor Weng who insisted on beating him from the back. Yan Qing and Guan Xin could only stare at him. This embarrassing situation was relieved a little until Zhou Peipei, who ran to the cafeteria to buy breakfast, got a change of clothes.
After going to the bathroom to change into her school uniform, and then eating fried dough sticks and soy milk, Yan Qing was finally able to turn on the computer and continue finishing the "Butterfly Lovers". In order to provide them with a "good creative environment", Guan Xin also thoughtfully arranged a room
Free small conference room.
The rest of the morning went smoothly. All the notation work was finished before nine o'clock. Weng Huaijing even had time to ask Yan Qing for advice on some harmonies caused by her insufficient understanding of the floating harmony system.
The "function" and "tonality" of the melody were out of sync. It wasn't until class was approaching that she gracefully picked up her handbag and went to the nearby lecture theater.
There was a break of about a quarter of an hour between the two "Ballet Drama Performance" major classes. Most of the time, Weng Huaijing put on headphones and stayed in the classroom to wait. However, Professor Weng seemed a little strange in the eyes of the students today, and he taught at a slower pace. It was much faster than usual. When the bell rang, she, who never delayed get out of class, actually announced the break at the door of the classroom, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"I can't wait to hear the full version of "Butterfly Lovers"! And... I want to improve my harmony arrangement skills!"
In short, Professor Weng, who walked back quickly, would never admit that she was acting out of character just because she was concerned about her lover.
As expected, the person who was hidden in the conference room did not disappoint Weng Huaijing. It is true that symphony works usually require a lot of time and energy in the demo production process due to the large number of participating instruments and uneven performance lengths. But these
This is not a problem for Yan Qing. After all, he had the ambition to complete "Butterfly Lovers" in his "previous life". With a very clear mind, he has been coordinating and synchronizing the work of early orchestration, harmony arrangement, music chart integration, and conversion of virtual instrument tracks.
After recording the separate tracks of the harp and other instruments that were completed today, they were directly merged into the main axis, and then after post-processing such as mixing, the first version of the "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto" demo was born.
"The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and a pair of butterflies are flying over again. I can't finish listening to it in one breath. I have to go to class..."
The usually long break between classes passed by while the two of them were listening to a piece of "Butterfly Lovers". The preset alarm clock rang conscientiously. Weng Huaijing regretfully put down his headphones and Yan Qing's hand, stood up and left the conference room. Professor Weng
Don't forget Aojiao waved her hand and said: "Pei Peipei has something to do at noon. Don't run around and get caught. I'll send you a message later on what you want to eat. I'll go to the cafeteria to buy it after class."
Weng Huaijing, who had made up his mind to hide Yan Qing, miscalculated. In fact, the main reason was that Guan Xin was too enthusiastic about this "emperor's son-in-law". Not only did he specially arrange for the canteen to prepare Hunan cuisine, but she also personally led a group of people before lunch.
The girl brought the food into the small conference room.
Guan Xin's starting point was good, but she missed the young lecturer who came with her this year and just stayed at the school to teach. She couldn't hide her excitement when she saw Yan Qing. She asked for autographs and photos. If it was just like this, it would be fine. In the end,
The fatal thing was that she didn't keep her mouth shut when she returned to the ballet department and leaked the news to several other close colleagues.
When Weng Huaijing rushed back after seeing the news after class, the conference room had turned into a small meeting place for fans of "Talent Co., Ltd.". They had just sent two people away, and another pair came in every few minutes. They were reserved for fear of being publicly executed again.
Chunshan was shy and silent, and Professor Weng, who had deep feelings in front of others, was afraid of even communicating with Yan Qing normally, so she found the right opportunity to take risks and hide her lover in another place.
"This is where I usually practice and give solo dance lessons. There will be classes after 2:30. Peppa will be finished by then. You can go to the concert hall with her first..."
Leaning against the locked door of Ballet C's practice room, Weng Huaijing felt a sense of security. She looked at Yan Qing with confidence and confirmed that her sweetheart's eyes were still clear and bright. With a gentle smile, she stood on tiptoes and couldn't help but turn a little.
Circle: "Now I'm finally... at ease~"
"It's me who should be responsible for this, turning you into a timid Buzz..."
Holding the handle against the wall casually, the thoughtful man's eyes followed the wooden floor to the double-layered curtains hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then turned back to the thin girl with a bun in front of him. He felt as if he had been amazed in a certain period.
During his countless VCRs, Weng Huaijing's words came out loud and clear: "The ballet studio is a very safe space that gives me the courage to be the enemy of the world, and also protects my edges that are not willing to be smoothed."
…”
"Well, it was filmed here, except for that short section of "Dancing Girl..."
Nodding lightly and then suddenly closing his voice, Weng Huaijing was startled to realize the calendar he had peeped in the recording studio yesterday. He couldn't help showing the attitude of a little girl with lowered eyebrows. After a while, he raised his head and added: "Isn't this paragraph very interesting?"
Like (So you are me, conceited courage)? In fact, I can also recite your part, but it's a bit too stupid."
"It's quite silly, and it's not meaningful enough. It can't compare to the birthday gift you gave me..."
Weng Huaijing's inadvertent mention of "Dancing Girl" touched the softest part of Yan Qing's heart. His eyes were full of tenderness and pity when he spoke: "Obviously there are only a few frames, but I clearly feel the metaphor hidden in it. Every time
Standing on tiptoes to dance for you once..."
"I forbid you to tell!"
Unable to bear the shame, Weng Huaijing directly covered Yan Qing's mouth with his hands. Entering the silent period after interrupting the spell, the two eyes intertwined with each other.
The first love Qing Qing is dazzled: "When can I see you standing on tiptoes and dancing for me again..."
Tsundere and fancier Mei Manchu: "Someone's performance is acceptable, maybe you don't have to wait too long~"
The slight coolness coming from the corner of the lips, the ambiguity growing in the eyes, Yan Qing, who has a delicate heart, naturally understands that the "wait" that his sweetheart wants to say does not just mean a certain dance, when he is ready to pursue the victory with his heart full of joy.
, there was a rustling sound of metal friction behind me, and it sounded like someone outside was trying to open the lock with a key.
The tenderness and affection in his eyes all turned into panic. Weng Huaijing obviously heard it too, and hurriedly backed away and planned to put his back against the door. Fortunately, Yan Qing reacted faster and grabbed her and Suoshuan.
"It's strange. Why can't the small practice room be opened? Could it be that the lock cylinder is broken?"
The force of turning the key gradually increased as the unlocker asked puzzled questions. The female voice outside the door was sweet but crisp. As soon as Weng Huaijing heard it, he knew it was his student, Zhu Xiaoxi from the 17th-level Baabiao 03 class.
Reminiscent of a certain "Diary of the Emperor's Dancer" that ended up being abandoned, this time it was directly intercepted and stolen. For a while, Professor Weng was so confused that he completely lost his mind.