Chapter two hundred and forty-four alone in the morning before dawn
"Mr. Mei~ I just want to ask you, did he and Professor Weng Huai... Weng show closeness at the audition last night? Did they have that kind of... how should I put it, ambiguous feeling!"
After hurriedly rushing to the hotel to check in, Yuan Yuyue asked Mei Ciyi, who had just woken up, to check in, and asked him a question that seemed a little ridiculous at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it was completely reasonable.
"Ginger is still spicy, and I have a really keen sense of smell."
Smiling with relief, Mei Ciyi patiently replied: "Professor Weng is extremely cold and polite to Yan Qing. Don't worry, Xiao Yue. They kept a safe distance throughout the whole process, with several leaders from the Imperial Dance Academy in between.
Woolen cloth."
This undoubtedly verified the authenticity of Gong Hanyan's previous inside story. Yuan Yuyue was naturally excited after hearing this. The confidence established by Huo Hailun's special training also mushroomed like mushrooms after a rain. She went back to her room to hang up with her exclusive installation manager.
After talking on the phone, the high-spirited Miss Yuan San jumped into the ocean of tea art learning.
Just as the senior fashion buyers of the Imperial City were swarming the city looking for clothes and accessories that suited their big sponsors, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing were being driven away from the Imperial Symphony Orchestra's residence by Luo Bing.
Number.
Professor Tian Weng's class schedule on Tuesday was quite leisurely. It took them an afternoon to visit the three orchestras on the shortlist. Thanks to Shao Qing being stranded in Shanghai, Luo Bing volunteered to be the driver.
I personally experienced the joy of tax evasion at close range.
Yan Qing finally didn't answer Mr. Shao's call yesterday afternoon, but he got an idea from Zhang Yameng afterwards. Shao Qing, who was originally expected to return on Tuesday, passively extended his business trip plan. The reason was still due to "Laughter".
"Proud of the East", orgflix's high online reputation has attracted many overseas film distributors to gather in Shanghai. It is said that the competition for distribution rights is extremely fierce, which can be regarded as a sweet trouble for Kapok Pictures.
"Huaijing, let me summarize it for you two. The semi-open rehearsal environment of Yangyin is a bit inferior, but it is unique in imitating the sound of folk music; the venue layout of the Imperial City Philharmonic Orchestra is the most suitable for our program.
recording requirements, but the location in Wangjing is indeed a bit too remote..."
On the East Second Ring Road, on the way back to Weng Huaijing's studio, today's temporary driver felt that Yan Qing and Yan Qing still couldn't make up their minds. Thinking of some of their performances in the Imperial Capital Symphony Orchestra, Luo Bing couldn't help but ask the person next to him about the real situation.
The person who can make the decision: "It seems that Dijiao, who has the strongest overall strength, is more suitable? Our brother Qing's violin and your cello just matched perfectly, and the effect cannot be overstated as stunning."
These words may seem ordinary, but in fact Luo Bing has something else to say. You must know that in "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto", the principal cello and the violinist are each given extremely important roles, and the three major movements often advance to the climax.
Accompanying their appearance, the cello with a deep and rich tone and the violin with a gentle and tenacious tone repeated several times to symbolize the various whispers and eternal vows between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
For some unknown reason, the artistic director of the Imperial City Symphony Orchestra has been trying his best to organize Weng Huaijing and Yan Qinglai to perform these two positions in person during the exchange just now. What kind of "match made in heaven", "Zhu Chen is good", "the piano and the harp are harmonious"
, there were endless nice words like "what everyone expects", but even though Professor Weng cooperated and showed her hand, she still firmly rejected the proposal.
"My piano skills are still far from elegant. There is no way I can match Liang Shanbo. In addition to rehearsing, he also has to prepare for this week's program. He is also very busy. It's better to wait..."
Weng Huaijing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, understood the meaning. She moved forward a little, her narrow and slender peach blossom eyes turned to the back seat. She teased Yan Qing and said, "Isn't there a Shanghai Symphony tonight?"
Group? The real Zhu Yingtai is coming soon."
The news that Zhu Yingtai was coming to the Imperial Capital was actually revealed to Yan Qing by Zhang Yameng. Yuan Yuchun had previously tried to help Yuan Yuyue find a musician's seat in "Butterfly Lovers". They made many phone calls but the effect was almost zero. He had a strong sense of propriety.
Lao Zhang was unmoved at all until Director Yuan suddenly called today and asked her to take care of him.
"Xiaoge! I wouldn't have told you if I had known earlier. I thought it was just a polite word at the time. If Lao Zhang had still kept silent today, I would have forgotten that this happened..."
Spreading his hands, he couldn't stop complaining. Originally, Yan Qing was more inclined to choose the orchestras that borrowed the Diwu venue. This at least made it easier for Weng Huaijing to rehearse on the spot. The Ice City Symphony Orchestra could not adjust its performance plan, and its intention to cooperate was even more intense.
The strong Shanghai exchange became his first choice, but who would have thought that Yuan Yuyue's arrival would complicate the situation.
"I just wanted to make fun of Huaijing's reluctance to compare his feelings to Butterfly Lovers, but it turns out, good guy, Brother Qing actually reported this kind of thing in advance. It's not necessary. Our Professor Weng is not that kind.
A vindictive, jealous girl..."
For the first time, there was no traffic jam on the way back from Chaoyang. Luo Bing, who had successfully provoked the trouble, drove steadily down the North Second Ring Road. She originally planned to wait and see the booming tax evasion business, but unexpectedly, Weng Huaijing held her head high and said back to Yan Qing: "What's the hurry?
I didn’t say you were Liang Shanbo.”
"I can't bear to let you be Liang Shanbo because of my admiration. It doesn't matter if I don't ask for the honor. Let's just be a green leaf in "Butterfly Lovers". I also think it would be great for Brother Qing to play the harp..."
Obviously she and Shao Qing have completely different driving styles, but Luo Bing has exactly the same habits as her. They both love to expose Weng Huaijing's shortcomings: "After all, the position is closest to Huaijing's piano, and besides, there is also a guitar."
A song that plays with the flute? I heard from Pepe that some people like it so much that they can't sleep all night."
"No, Sister Bing..."
The piece Luo Bing mentioned was naturally another piece played by Yan Qing for Weng Huaijing after the film was re-recorded on Sunday night.
The person in the front row even leaned closer: "We didn't say this song would be played too, right? I have other uses for "Forever Together"..."
"Sister Bing, you are talking nonsense. I was obviously in good condition yesterday..."
In conjunction with Luo Bing's braking, Yan Qing's nose almost hit Weng Huaijing, who was trying to complete a turn and back attack on the front seat. The two were slightly startled, and they were completely unprepared for this sudden close distance.
In the orchid-like room close by, Professor Weng secretly gave Yan a proud look: "I don't like it so much that I can't sleep at all, it's just that it's a little later than usual. Hey, why can't I play this song?"
"Okay, then let's go..."
Luo Bing's car had parked steadily at the front door of Weng Huaijing's studio in Beiguluo Lane. Yan Qing immediately changed his mind after being shocked by his sweetheart. In order to save some surprises for the birthday gift he had prepared, he got out of the car and moved around.
Topic: "By the way, Xiaoge, I asked Lao Zhang to find a manuscript for me this morning. She may not have seen a more suitable one..."
"You mean that manuscript about dancers' attitudes?"
Professor Weng felt more secure after entering the door and walked side by side with Yan Qing confidently and boldly. The various new situations recently added made her slightly regret her original decision to insist on presenting "Butterfly Lovers" in a complete orchestral form.
, had to worry about other people's eyes and had to pretend to be sincere to her lover, Weng Huaijing actually felt a little impatient.
"Well, in addition to the song "Slowly Falling in Love with You" that I decided on early, I have also found all my own songs. The only thing left is the composition "Minuet", otherwise Ziwen and the others may not be able to get through..."
Several strings of piano accompaniment mixed with sonorous guitar strumming came from the courtyard. Yan Qing could vaguely recognize the melody of the song "My Secret". He guessed that Miaomiao and Peipei were practicing for the music festival performance.
He gradually slowed down: "Buzz, buzz, I was wondering if you might have been too tired recently. In fact, Damao was also asking about the band's rehearsals."
"I'm not tired, so let's call him and Lu Lu to school together. As you said before, the so-called attitude of dancers is nothing more than..."
Briskly raising his feet to cross the shallow stone threshold of the inner courtyard, Weng Huaijing gently rubbed his forearm against Yan Qing who was lingering at the door. With a cute smile, she said tactfully: "Use the lightest steps to cross the heavy obstacles in life.
Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to find the manuscript.”
"Are you tired? Please take the opportunity to skip the Easter egg link in the eleventh issue..."
Luo Bing, the invisible tax evader, couldn't help but remind her loudly from behind: "I've seen the edited version of last week's episode, and I can only say that the Easter eggs are even more exciting than the main film."
First love, arrogance and admiration both turned around in shock: "Sister Bing, why are you still here~"
"Is it possible that you two plan to walk hand in hand to the appointment? What if I don't stay..."
Playing with the car keys, Luo Bing snickered and walked towards the piano room: "Cherish this rare alone time."
Her words were straightforward but reasonable. In this mode of looking at each other as if there was no one around, time flew by. Facing the gradually lighting up lanterns, more than two hours later, the conscientious old driver drove Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing.
We arrived at the JW Casalingo Italian Restaurant at No. 18 Xuanwumenwai Street on time. Of course, Luo Bing didn't forget to bring Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei along for a meal.
It was probably from Luo Bing that he learned that the precious premiere rights had finally been awarded to him. Mei Ciyi, who was full of joy, and a group of members of the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra were waiting at the door of the hotel early in advance.
"It's been a long time..."
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to seeing Yan Qing again, before Yuan Yuyue could even blurt out her well-honed tea art greeting, a bunch of violinists were already swarming in front of the revolving door. The thin and reserved Miss Yuan San didn't react at all.
She was directly squeezed out of the encirclement by her group of colleagues.
"Why did you choose Yuan Yuyue as the soloist? I just got to know Yan Qing first. I really gave it my all today!"
There is no way to know what other people think, but at least He Ranzhi is clear that this is what she thinks.
"As for that? No wonder there are so many people wearing the same clothes as me today..."
Wearing a pure white suspender dress purchased by a professional team, stiletto heels with diamonds, a lace bracelet with a thin choker, and two bright moons swaying in the wind hanging by her ears, Yuan Yuyue watched Yan Qing in front of her eyes.
Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei struggled to enter the restaurant under the protection of two assistants. She looked a little aggrieved and confused: "Is the involution of the main group already so serious?"
"Long time no see, Yuan Yuyue."
A cold female voice woke up the bewildered "Little Queen of Tea Art". Yuan Yuyue looked up and found that Weng Huaijing, who was last, stopped in front of her and actually took the initiative to say hello to her. She responded hastily: "Weng...
Professor Weng, long time no see."
"Just call me Weng Huaijing and go in." Weng Huaijing's attitude was just like her performance in the show.
After the slightly awkward exchange, the two of them followed the restaurant. At this time, there were only two empty seats left in front of the long dining table. The side close to Luo Bing was facing Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei who were struggling to protect them.
Yan Qing was in the middle, and Weng Huaijing, who was walking slightly ahead, naturally chose to sit opposite his assistant, while Yuan Yuyue, who was a step late, had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit on the last stool.
"Professor Weng, let's take a look at the menu. What else needs to be added? Miss Zhou said that you are a vegetarian and just ordering a salad is enough. Thank you both for choosing us. We just confirmed it with School Deng and Teacher Yan Qing.
, all members of the main troupe of Shanghai Jiao Tong University, except for the piano partner and harp player, will start formal rehearsal at your school tomorrow afternoon..."
"Thank you. Salad is enough. He can make the final decision."
Automatically filtering out the polite or cold greetings on both sides of the seat, Yuan Yuyue pursed her lips tightly and secretly raised her eyes to look at the opposite side. Yan Qing was lowering his head and talking to Miao Miao. When he noticed a glance from the opposite side, he just lightly
He nodded lightly.
"Xiaoyue, what are you doing standing still? Let's order food."
Taking over the electronic menu from Mei Ciyi, Yuan Yuyue just thought of sharing the menu to show off her skills, when He Ranzhi's charming voice sounded in her ears: "Brother Qing, do you want to change the sauce for your secondi to white truffle juice?"
"Don't your hands feel sore if you hold it up from such a distance?"
Yuan Yuyue couldn't help but murmured. She had taken care of her belly in the room in advance, and like Weng Huaijing, she only chose a vegetable salad in a somewhat lackluster mood.
Maybe it was because Yan Qing had stated that he did not drink alcohol when he came in, so Mei Ci canceled the pre-dinner drinks. The appetizers and main courses were served very quickly, but this did not affect the female violinists at all.
Chatting and being drunk.
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"Teacher Yan Qing, my biggest realization after listening to "Butterfly Lovers" is that it takes an unforgettable relationship to write such a great work..."
"Xiaoyue has never even been in love. Brother Qing, why did you choose such a subject?"
"Oh, I really regret that I wasn't the first to chase her out last month. Xiaoyue now has six to seven million fans in Xiuyu. She can earn much more than her salary by updating her videos every month."
"Our Xiaoyue can still like this, her family is the Yuan family in the rich and powerful city..."
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As the dinner party entered its middle stage, almost all the girls in this group were wearing crimson eyes and tipsy makeup. Amidst the sounds of warblings and swallows, Yuan Yuyue found that she had become the target of being madly labeled. The gossips of her colleagues seemed to
Every sentence was insignificant, but every sentence pointed out that she was not suitable to be the soloist of "Butterfly Lovers". Miss Yuan San, who was extremely aggrieved, could only hold up her fork with tears in her eyes and watch her nose with concerned Weng Huaijing in silence.
Eating avocado and purple cabbage salad in bite after bite.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Miao. Brother Qing, can I take a photo with you? Don't worry, I won't whisper..."
A small plate of salad has not yet been finished, and things that make Yuan Yuyue extremely angry happen again and again. He Ranzhi, who is full of smiles, walks up to Yan Qing with a glass of champagne. Behind her are several people wearing strapless and revealing backs.
The lace skirts, the girls with swaying amorous feelings, from the innocent and weak expressions of these women, it seems that all of them are nine-level tea art contestants.
"green tea…"
Really unable to bear it, Yuan Yuyue angrily put the silver fork on the table, and she cursed in an ungrateful voice: "Biao, shameless! Don't give them your mobile phone number."
"No, but the involution of your group is indeed quite serious."
A cold female voice reached Yuan Yuyue's ears. She turned around and saw that Weng Huaijing had stopped eating a long time ago. She was holding a cup of barley tea and watching the activities on the other side with cold eyes.
"I've lost my temper, Professor Weng... Weng... Professor Huaijing..."
After being caught swearing, Yuan Yuyue's face turned red immediately. She explained calmly: "Actually, I have just been transferred to the main group, and I am not very familiar with their situation."
"It's okay, just be familiar with the stories of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai..."
After lightly sipping the tea in the cup, Weng Huaijing calmly glanced at Yuan Yuyue who was embarrassed and at a loss as to what to do. She continued in a clear voice: "He will be very strict with solo musicians, and you have to invest a lot of abundant and delicate emotions.
"
"???"
A big question mark popped up in her little head. Yuan Yuyue never expected that she, who was not good at tea art, would eventually get the solo seat that countless violinists in the main group coveted. After a long while, she replied blankly: "Isn't he the one who made the decision?"
"Isn't he too busy taking care of himself? Eh..."
Weng Huaijing's calm tone suddenly made waves. Yuan Yuyue followed that gaze and looked across the dining table, only to see that after Yan Qing had complied with the green tea masters' photo requests one by one, he was calm and unhurried in the face of the coquettish laughter that wanted to share the photos.
He took out a feature phone from his arms and said, "Teachers, my phone's memory is full, so I won't save them one by one. I'm really sorry."
Yuan Yuyue, who couldn't hold back her laughter, was surprised to find that the corners of Weng Huaijing's mouth, which was cold and cold, also slightly raised. She smiled very shallowly but looked particularly beautiful.