Chapter 247: There is no letter from the west of Qiyang
"I will always be one step away from you, I will grow upward alone, and I will be full of longing for love."
Traveling back and forth between Shichahai and the Imperial Dance Academy all day long, every time Yan Qing passed by No. 1 Courtyard of Wanshou Temple Road, he would always take a deep look at the place that Weng Huaijing had pointed to in the distance. He thought about it countless times in his heart, that one that made him feel distressed.
Kapok girl, what is the color of the romantic moon in the imperial capital that she has been watching over the past five years?
Before the band officially started practicing together on Friday, it was no coincidence that soloist Yuan Yuyue chose a Spanish fiddle song "por una cabeza" to warm up her hands. Yan Qing's already undercurrent of emotions was affected by this song also known as "One Step Away".
》The famous tango song was stirring and rippling, and he kept calm and endured the whole morning. During the lunch break, he finally opened his heart to Weng Huaijing.
"Buzz buzz, if possible, I still want to..."
After hiding in the secret garden, Yan Qing took the love lunch box, and taking advantage of the rare opportunity of the day when no one was disturbing him, he caught Professor Weng's eyes and he immediately became reckless: "I want to stand on your balcony and change it."
Perspective, explore the Shichahai night hidden in the lights of thousands of houses."
The sharp eyebrows trembled, and Weng Huaijing's originally hazy peach blossom eyes suddenly widened. These days, she was frightened to have a certain disciple send her home one after another. She really didn't expect such a bold Yan Qing.
He was still obsessed with climbing to the 30th floor, so his response was much slower: "No! I already said no! There are so many pairs of eyes watching!"
"It's a pity that the recording is only scheduled for one day this week. I miss the office building very much. It's better to work with my colleagues from Talent Co., Ltd. It's like I don't have eyes..."
The wishful thinking failed. Yan Qing could only tearfully wave his fork at the delicate salmon and avocado salad in his hand. After chewing the peony, he sighed with happiness: "It's delicious! I will finally go back and clock in to work again tomorrow."
La, do we think we are trapped in a cocoon, buzz buzz? Xiao Ge?"
"You hate what you're talking about, but..."
With a squeak, Weng Huaijing couldn't help but close his eyes and reminisce about the previous feeling of freedom. After being called out a few times, he finally realized what he was doing. Professor Weng was a little embarrassed, so he stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Qing gently, with a pair of affectionate and beautiful words.
She looked at her and said as charmingly as an iris: "In general, someone's excuse today seems to be a lot better, keep up the good work!"
"It's okay. I'm willing to wait as long as it takes. Think about it from another angle..."
He held his hand and said happily, "It's better to stay here than to choose to go out of school."
The sweet girl with smiling eyes said: "Hmm~"
After all, the reason why Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing felt uncomfortable is actually the same reason as "it is easy to move from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to move from luxury to frugality".
The two of them were used to being ignored by the program team and their own crew, and now they were suddenly exposed to the close attention of dozens of pairs of eyes in the small concert hall. They wanted to continue those sweet little actions, but it was more difficult than using the camera sense to avoid the camera at the time.
Much more.
After finally waiting for a break in rehearsal, the group of violinists from Shanghai Jiaotong University came to ask Yan Qing for advice. Instead, they pushed Yuan Yuyue, who was not daring to move forward, toward Weng Huaijing. Professor Weng, who deliberately kept a low profile and tried his best to be invisible, also
She had no choice but to use the piano to lead her to sort out those passages that required the solo musician to invest delicate emotions and stylize the process.
The flowers are full of flowers, and the wind blows with fragrance. Such a cold yet gentle Weng Huaiyan makes it difficult for Yuan Yuyue to have any hostility. She can deconstruct a song "Butterfly Lovers" to perfection, with coherent charm, but turns a deaf ear to the movement one step away.
"If she really likes Yan Qing, she will definitely not be content with green tea masters like He Ranzhi. She can only say that she appreciates Brother Qing as the kind of person who meets a close friend in the mountains and rivers. I was really too one-sided before. Who wouldn't like Professor Weng?
Woolen cloth?"
As Weng Huaijing participated in the rehearsal time, Yuan Yuyue became more and more determined in her heart. In the afternoon, everyone gathered back in the small concert hall. Under Mei Ciyi's careful planning, they sight-read the entire song "Butterfly Lovers" for several more rounds.
After that, during the short rest period, Yan Qing was indeed there, so there was no surprise when they got together! Relying on the cover of the huge string body of the harp, he struggled to resist all kinds of singing and singing, his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed, and he held the violin close to him.
The homeless Miss Yuan San and Professor Weng, who was watching indifferently, had such an exchange in private.
"Hey, brother Qing, I think that string of horseshoe sounds just now is very difficult. I can't always find the right spot when jumping and changing bows. You can teach me better..."
After parroting the words sourly, Yuan Yuyue gritted her teeth and kept complaining: "Do you still want to teach me step by step? A bunch of hypocritical whiners! They don't even know how to write the word (reserve)!"
"Well, people usually do this when expressing their admiration..."
In contrast, the response given by Weng Huaijing, who was secretly gritting his teeth, was calm and unaccustomed: "It is difficult to be both enthusiastic and decent at the same time."
"Sister Jing, I...can I ask you a question? Just..."
Following the trend, Zhang Yameng and the others called Weng Huaijing like this. Yuan Yuyue suddenly blushed and looked down at her tightly knit legs. She leaned against the Steinway grand piano and whispered in a low voice: "I
I heard that someone has been rumoring it in the past two days. Brother Qing has expressed it euphemistically several times... He already has someone he likes..."
"..."
The corners of her eyes turned red in panic. Just when Weng Huaijing was about to turn her back, she unexpectedly discovered that Yuan Yuyue was acting like a little coward, not even daring to look at her. She stabilized her position, sat down and said coldly: "What next?"
"Then...I can't guess anyone else, the person he likes..."
The hand holding the bow trembled slightly. After thinking about it, Yuan Yuyue raised her head and looked at Weng Huaijing, who had returned to her natural state. She threw out all the troubles in her heart: "It's you, right? But Sister Jing has not accepted him for a long time.
, why is this?”
"Just like practicing piano, in a sense, slow is fast..."
The toes hidden on the piano's sustain pedal were stretched straight by Weng Huaijing, and then she tried hard to maintain the peace on the surface. She looked at Yuan Yuyue magnanimously: "I understand the relationship between love and novels, in the movie
The scenes where I always like to write about being overjoyed are not the same."
"???"
Hearing this answer that was completely different from her own guess, Yuan Yuyue's expression was obviously startled. After a while, she muttered: "Then I still like it..."
"What about you? It's probably not like you don't know the origin of your love, but it goes deeper..."
Looking at Yuan Yuyue with clear eyes, who seemed to understand but not understand, Weng Huaijing turned on the defensive: "What do you like about him?"
"I…"
The thin window paper was suddenly pierced, and Yuan Yuyue's originally bright red lips were bitten pale and bloodless. She was at a loss and could not organize the words to fight back: "I..."
"Teacher Yan Qing, can you take us through the section of "Eighteen-year-old Farewell" again? How can our vocal department express Zhu Yingtai's ambivalence about being unable to speak and hesitating to speak?
A few differences..."
Suddenly a very charming mezzo-soprano came to his ears. Weng Huai followed the sound and found out that it was Shi Fulimei, the second violinist of Shanghai Jiao Tong University. He found Yan Qing under the help of He Ranzhi and others, and glanced at Yan Qing not far away.
Yuan Yuyue was in a deadlock. She took the opportunity to share her performance experience in a serious manner and blatantly gave Miss Yuan San a few drops of eye drops: "My personal understanding of how to deal with the motive when switching back to the main melody is this. It needs to be a little unspeakable.
She is timid and has to express her affection and admiration. Isn't it too repressed for her?"
"Brother Qing and the real Chief Jin didn't say anything, how can you, the second knife, pick the bones of the egg..."
After pricking up his ears and listening to this arrangement, Yuan Yuyue's embarrassment and the hatred poured into Weng Huaijing were instantly transferred. Her eyebrows were raised, and her almond-shaped eyes were wide open as she stared at Shi Fulimei. Just when she was about to burst into tears and tear her directly towards him, Yan Qingyun pointed blankly.
He took the words while combing his harp strings.
"A moderate degree of depression is actually suitable for Zhu Yingtai who is full of worries but doesn't know where to start. If it were me, I would handle it more restrainedly. How about I play a short verse of a tune you are more familiar with on the harp, which would be easier to understand..."
There was a pause in his tone as he spoke. Yan Qing thought for a while, stood up and glanced at Weng Huaijing, who was sitting behind the piano. After their eyes separated, he continued to sit down unhurriedly and said: "Of course the effect is only for
For reference, wait a moment, I have to ask Huaijing to give me a ray of sunshine..."
“This part of the harmony draws on some arrangements from certain volumes of Debussy’s “Preludes”…”
The clear and cold female voice only explained half of the sentence, and then Steinway's clear and transparent piano sound came up, covering the second half of the sentence that she had not spoken.
"I am the harmony creator of your second violin part. If you have any objections, feel free to come to me."
There is almost no communication. The piano accompaniment that Weng Huaijing randomly weaves is like the glimmer of the warm summer sun shining through the trembling branches and leaves, while the long arpeggios played by Yan Qing's strings are like the eyes of a girl through the mottled leaves.
The sparse shadows look into the distance, and the melody of the sonorous gold and jade suddenly reveals the girl's thoughts. In the summer forest, which is clear after the rain, the girl's fresh face is outlined one by one by the soft sound of the piano. Just as this Impressionist painting is about to come out
At this time, the melody suddenly took a turn for the worse, and gradually subsided into a quiet melancholy and profoundness along with the increasingly low piano accompaniment.
"This is "Girl with Flax Hair". It sounds like Zhu Yingtai's voice, which made her choke in silence!"
Yuan Yuyue couldn't help but move closer to the harp. Yuan Yuyue's eyes sparkled when she heard it. She couldn't help but raise the bow in her right hand as she held the harp and couldn't applaud.
La fille aux cheveux de lin, this piece played by Yan Qing is familiar to classical music practitioners. It comes from No. 8 of Debussy's "Preludes - Part 1". It depicts such a picture:
Among the blooming alfalfa bushes, a girl with flaxen hair sat quietly, bathing in the early summer sunshine. A few skylarks chirped in the distance, arousing her yearning for love.
Originally performed with delicate, euphemistic and hazy poetic harp, the style was sweet with a touch of melancholy, but Yan Qing's treatment method has slightly changed. The girl's thoughts that were only vaguely mentioned in the original work were replaced by portamento.
The technique was amplified. After listening to the music, what emerged before the eyes of the musicians was not only the warm picture of the warm sun shining on the girl's flowing flaxen curly hair, exuding a faint fragrance, but also the deep resentment in the girl's heart when she looked intently into the distance.
And the sadness that cannot be expressed.
"This should be the last time she participated in the headliners all-meter ballet solo competition at the beginning of the 16th year of her career..."
Seeing the excitement, she was beaming. Shao Qing showed up at the front line of tax evasion the day after she returned to Beijing. Holding Zhang Yameng's arm, she tried to analyze: "They had already separated at that time. Is there anything..."
"It's all candy. I've seen Brother Qing's pad and played the competition video in a loop probably seventy or eighty times..."
Recently, I have been staying in the small concert hall to provide on-site support. Many times, Yan Qing "bribes" the students of Professor Weng's Class 1703 and relies on Zhang Yameng to carry out the execution. Recently, she distributed a lot of candies from the Diwu Frontline to Shao Qing.
It can be said that they are very credible. Lao Zhang smiled brightly: "They are always good at expressing their hidden love to the extreme in a crowd of friends!"
"The one who knows me is Lao Zhang. It's a pity that Ah Bing didn't come with me today..."
When he thought that his best partner in tax evasion had missed this good show, Shao Qing quickly asked the two cameramen who were secretly enjoying themselves at the scene: "Old Mo, Xiao Tan, did you both take pictures just now?"
"That's for sure, Sister Qing. We just didn't push her over and slapped her in the face." Tan Sen took the lead and returned to Shao Qing with a face filled with joy.
The program team of "Talent Co., Ltd." has arranged two cameras here. According to Liu Mingren and Luo Bing's original idea, they planned to record some footage of the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra's rehearsals, so as to record the birth process of "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto"
, secondly, it can enrich the footage library of the final program. After all, rehearsals did squeeze a considerable part of the original recording time.
"I will cut out this paragraph when I get back later and post it to the (Tax Evasion Unlimited Company) group..."
Busy checking the results of the capture, Mo Ran was naturally a step too late to speak. He wiped his shiny forehead with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Everyone understands. With us, Boss and Sister Bing will not be hungry."
"
"What did you capture? Call it up first! Wait a moment, I'll go find Mr. Mei and have a chat."
Also talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. Luo Bing, who was supposed to be in charge of the "office building" today, appeared in the small concert hall. He probably turned around when he heard Mo Ran's voice as soon as he entered the door, and took a thin roll of paper.
She patted the young bald man on the back with an A4 piece of paper, glanced at Shao Qing, then turned around and walked straight to Mei Ciyi in the center of the stage.
The afternoon rehearsal time had almost passed. Mei Ciyi was about to step up to the podium to call everyone to start rehearsal again. Luo Bing, who was in a hurry, grabbed him and held the few words in her hand.
The two of them started chatting directly in the center of the orchestra with a sheet of manuscript paper.
I heard things like "Qiaoqiao's mother makes Qiaoqiao", "You have to ask Miss Yuan San about this matter", "Pull her over to communicate alone", "There is no time to change it again", "It is dark and obscure", etc.
With the key word, Shao Qing bumped into Zhang Yameng lightly. They looked at each other and realized that things were not simple. They moved a few steps toward Luo Bing in tacit agreement.