Maybe it would be more accurate to say disappeared, because after this trip, I have made up my mind to leave New York and go to a place closer to Xiao Ai. I still love him. Once I understand this, everything will no longer matter...
——Contribution to the Chinese version.
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maybe disappearing would be more accurate, because after this trip i made up my mind to leave new york and move to somewhere near by him, cause i still loved lil-ai, and once i know that, then none of that mattered...
——English submission for the second edition. (The names are blurred and the transitional version is faithfully translated)
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maybe disappearing would be more accurate, when i realized i couldn't afford to lose issac, i made a decision to leave new york and move to perking. cuz he ' s still the one i run to.
some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss. but every once in a while you find someone who's iri descent, and when you do, nothing will ever orgpare.
well, i was wondering why i'm so lucky. why i should find him waiting for me to orge along. there are so many city in the world, there are so many sqares in the new york, but he goes in mine.?
let's just say it was all means the destiny takes a hand.
——First edition English submission.
(Translation patch: Maybe it would be more accurate to say disappear, because after this trip I realized that Xiao Ai is the person I still want to run to in this life, so I made up my mind to move out of New York immediately and go to the Imperial Capital to run to him.
Some people live in high-rise buildings, some have no tiles, some have gold and jade outside, and some have ruins inside. There are thousands of kinds of people in the world. They pass by like floating clouds, and these people are like rainbows. When you meet them, you know they are there.
I often think, why am I so lucky? Why is he there waiting for me to show up and happen to be met by me? You know there are so many cities in the world, and there are countless squares in New York City, but he just chose me.
All I can say is that everything is destined.)
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After reading the Chinese version and the shorter English version word for word, Yan Qing discovered a problem when flipping through the last long submission. Just like this passage he randomly scanned, the writing and wording were the closest to the sentence.
Weng Huaijing's usual style of sending messages, his writing style is delicate and sincere, full of poems and arrogant. However, the Chinese version that was labeled as (excessive) by his sweetheart obviously deleted a lot of content, and the other English version is a further improvement on the Chinese version.
It is vague and weakens certain information, like a final draft that has been modified in many ways.
"Sweeter than a love letter~ So this is the original manuscript that Wen Wen Wen wrote at the beginning. She couldn't move it all into the show, so she must have translated it into Chinese first, deleted and deleted it, and then converted it back to English.
The final draft, Xiaoge will definitely not take out the original manuscript before putting it aside. It is so good, it gives me the illusion of traveling through time and space to talk to another "me"..."
With this thought in mind, Yan Qing couldn't wait to turn the page and continue reading. Soon he saw the part with the most additions and deletions. In the excessive version, Weng Huaijing had almost mentioned it, and the five love-phase agreements were all included in the final manuscript.
There are varying degrees of expansion and detail.
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"in spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, i love you.then i can't go on any longer without you, i made up my mind that you were the only women for me when the first
day i saw you at times square,loving you make me falling that i am the king of the world.”
——First edition English contribution, the original text of Xiao Ai’s love words when the young couple embraced each other on the bow of the Titanic on the steps of New York Grand Central Station.
(Translation: Even if the end of the world is approaching, I will always love you. I can’t live without you. When I first saw you in Times Square, I decided that you are the only woman in my life. Loving you gives me
Feel like you are the king of the world.)
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Quoting a lot of "Xiao Ai"'s original words, the original manuscript has as many as eight or nine thousand words. Yan Qing's feeling gradually gained a mixed feeling when he read it. It was not just the soul passing through the gap in the parallel space.
A letter from the past, the feeling of talking to himself in another timeline, and a glimpse of some familiar words and sentences in the original manuscript, made him uncontrollably feel a little sour in his heart.
"A big ship matches the king of the world. Maybe "I" even said the sentence "you jump! i jump!" This is a metaphor for life and death. The long road of love on the Brooklyn Bridge may be a tribute to Miranda and Steve's redemption of the marriage.
, the embrace on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building, "The Golden Alliance", "Sleepless in Seattle", "The Imperial City Meets Seattle"... That has long become an exclusive Feng Shui treasure place for reunion of loved ones, St. Patrick's Cathedral? A certain little spider
It was the first time I went back to the place where I saved my beloved girl, but as for using stars to outline paintings and write poems..."
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Noticing that Yan Qing's eyes were lingering on a certain part of the article for a long time, Weng Huaijing couldn't help but lean forward slightly, thinking that her lover was probably feeling guilty for failing to fulfill the promise. She pursed her lips slightly, her little finger was like picking up blue hair, and her pupils were cut into autumn water, trying to give her some love.
The comforting Professor Weng suppressed his shame and hummed softly:
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"The stars write poems in the sky
Romantic to the point of wantonness
The kiss on the corner of the mouth is not yet wet
I’m shy to hide it~』
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"Lyrics? It turns out it's related to the song "Coke Ring". It's the easiest part to complete the big boat. It makes sense that Bong Bong wasn't ready to sing it. If you think about it carefully, Gojo was chosen to be released to the public.
The promises in the submission were all killer tricks to win over girls, but Su Meng actually complained about "I" not being romantic enough. Weng Xiaoge must have kept it to himself and quietly added some in the script.
Damn it! You have to go to New York to do all of these, and now I can’t complete any of them in advance..."
With some unknown thoughts, Yan Qing reached out and grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite. The piece of ordinary bacon seemed to be blessed with supreme magic power. It tasted so delicious that he was beaming with joy.
, effectively suppressed the slightly fermented sourness, but at the same time, it also attracted the eyes of the girl opposite who was shyly waiting for you to taste the soup.
The face is as arrogant as the morning glow: "Aren't you afraid of being choked to death if you are too exaggerated~"
Face like a city wall Chu Lianqing: "The cook has nothing to fear, please order more~"
Obviously, this kind of shyness and slight anger will only make a certain disciple more excited. He glanced at the glittering crystal keys on Professor Weng's heart-shaped collar, and Yan Qingfu swallowed the food in her mouth with the gradually cooling soy milk with a face on her face.
After swallowing, his eyes continued to wander over the three submissions. When he glanced at another abbreviated text, his originally clear eyes instantly became misty.
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After many years, none of the best novelists could write such absurd emotional novels. Love and hate are unforgettable, metaphors are abundant, there are trials and tribulations, and there are even thrilling moments of bloodshed. However, I finally met him again, in another world.
The city continues our story. Of course, according to Xiao Ai, all this must be considered a new story, so I won’t go into details.
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Different from the understatement of only a few lines in the excessive version, in the original manuscript Weng Huaijing still spent a lot of time writing about what happened after the reunion.
Yan Qing, who had thought about the feelings of his sweetheart many times, finally understood every detail of the bloody incident in Shanghai from another perspective:
Originally, she was definitely going to refuse the invitation from Pearl TV, but Kapok girl would not give up any opportunity to pursue her lover. After five years of endless romance in the imperial capital, she grew into a towering tree alone. Weng Huaijing, who had already walked 999 steps, accidentally
After learning from his agent Liang Youtang that Yan Qing would also participate in the recording of the first episode of "Star Talk Silk Road", Professor Weng, who had only the last trace of reserve left, took another step forward - made an exception and went to Shanghai to sit on the
The guest seat once again puts the initiative in the last half step at someone's feet.
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"You said flowers bloom and fall
like a window
But the window opens and closes
like love
You are holding a flower
Waiting for someone to take you wandering"
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Then after waking up from the dream, Yan Qing's melody "The Beginning of Autumn" easily broke Weng Huaijing's hard-earned restraint, causing her to stand up ahead of the other female guests, but then her lover looked at her
In addition to the complete sense of strangeness, there was also a bit of mocking awe, which deeply hurt her. What was hateful was that a certain scumbag acted hesitantly during the (poppy poppies) session and even glanced at her.
Seeing Yu Zhiwei's body explode, Professor Hu Weng decisively issued a warning to turn off the lights.
Although Yan Qing still chose Weng Huaijing in the end, this could not save him from his clever move of half-buying and half-gifting the love song that made his sweetheart almost to tears to Wang Wanxi on the spot, not to mention that he thought he was on the edge of the knife.
At the dance, the scumbag Yan, who handled the situation well, went crazy and dared to look at Professor Weng many times. With the "Gelsang Flower" on his back, he always looked innocent and refused to look away. He made a wrong move.
Bu Bu Cuo eventually led to the scene of two people bowing to each other on the Magpie Bridge:
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Lemon Jing tried to retain some dignity: "I'm sorry, I really can't be your partner."
Idiots regard politeness as nothing: "I'm sorry, please think of a way."
Gesanghua, who was between the two of them, interjected: "I can't stand it anymore because it's so inhumane. Mistress, hurry up and take action!" (Dense fog)
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"Bang! A big shout-out, well done! Now from the perspective of a bystander, you will feel that I was entirely to blame for that blow. Buzzing Buzzing used the words "heart cut by a knife, a walking corpse, an empty shell that has lost its soul" to describe the move.
It turned out that she carried our piano out of the studio and ran directly to the airport. When she returned to the Imperial Capital, she cried against the wall all night..."
The renewed sourness rushed to the tip of his nose. Yan Qing raised his head and looked away from the paper, trying to let the hot tears flow back. Suddenly, a warm and jade-like touch hit his hand that was holding the manuscript tightly.
"It must be that you don't want Gesanghua. After much deliberation, it's best to give it back to me. I misunderstood the scene in Shanghai as saying goodbye to me. After all, you said you would never leave it with me..."
Standing in front of her desk, Weng Huaijing lowered her head and handed the cattails to her lover to hold tightly. Her eyes were a little erratic. She avoided the pursuit of Yan Qing's eyes. With their fingers intertwined, Professor Weng explained carefully and naively.
Said: "That's why I cry so sadly, but I'm too embarrassed to write it down."
"Didn't Mother Weng say that good girls are afraid of being entangled by men? It just so happens that I am the kind of person who beats snakes and follows the stick. The more I beat the snake, the tighter it becomes. Well, I will still never leave you and it..."
Relying on the unreasonable subwoofer attack, Yan Qing raised his head and successfully captured two pools of pulsating autumn water. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bright red on the neck of his sweetheart's swan. He decisively gave up and continued to write about the words: "It's so wonderful. Recalling it
I feel like the Galsang Flower at that time was like the Milky Way between you and me, seemingly blocking all communication, but secretly it tied us tightly together."
"Well, that's why I thought about writing everything in the submission. Anyway, just insist on the anonymous source. After I finished writing, I replaced issac with lil-ai and went through it again, and found that it was completely OK.
It doesn’t make sense, every stroke is betraying..."
Her eyebrows furrowed cutely, and Weng Huaijing's tone was inflected when she spoke. Seeing the new smile on Yan Qing's face, she unhappily pulled her hand away from her lover's warm palm.
"Still laughing! You thought I was as shameless as you..."
With a raised eyebrow but the corners of her eyes turned red, Weng Huaijing gathered up the manuscripts that were scattered on the edge of the table, rolled them up into a ball, and then gently knocked on a certain protégé who claimed to be "the more entangled she was, the tighter she got."
: "Didn't you yourself get laughed at for several days? I don't want to be so embarrassed."
"It doesn't matter which one I choose. Anyway, there is luck in it. I just counted eight times in total. Take it first~"
There are obviously many points worthy of further exploration in the submission, such as the detailed timeline of issac's appearance in New York, and the words "busy saving the world" and "retirement plan" that appear frequently in superhero movies.
For example, the metaphor behind "an anchor in the sea of suffering, a firefly in the cold night" was forgotten by Yan Qing at this moment. All he could see was Weng Huaijing, who was waving weapons and had a cute expression. He did what he said.
To reach out to entangle my sweetheart.
"Wait, you have to say it before it can be settled. Don't try to cheat..."
With a deft move, Weng Huaijing avoided Yan Qing's awkward embrace and stood back behind his colleague's desk. Yue Ya'er's eyes widened, and she was planning on it. She smiled and raised her chin at her lover: "Huh, you'll come when the time comes.
Read this manuscript and the other song will be mine."
"You still think this way? There is no trust between people..."
Determined that today's lucky moment has come to pass, Yan Qing also planned to take the opportunity to deposit a few hugs in the bank. Unexpectedly, Weng Huaijing didn't give him a chance at all. He couldn't help crying: "Counting four times, it's a 50% discount."
OK."
"Oh, by the way, speaking of the other song, why haven't you sent me the demo yet? It'll be too late..."
With a big swipe at the other side, Weng Huaijing gathered the scattered black hair around her temples and brought the topic back to the topic seriously. She emphasized sharply: "It's very troublesome to find a manuscript about Romeo and Juliet!"
"Ah? No need..."
Putting aside his exaggerated heartbreak, Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and reversed the offensive while talking and laughing: "Save you from having to write three copies."
"The person named Yan who obviously promised to write a song to coax me, huh! I will go to the small concert hall later to call for punishment..."
With a look on her pretty face, Weng Huaijing thought that Yan Qing was about to change her mind, so she pinched someone and was still upset. She glanced coldly at the wall clock on the wall of the teaching and research room, then turned around and left: "It's eight o'clock soon, is Zhu Yingtai really learning?"
You are so tired of winning, "Sorrow of Love" has made you almost change your mind."
"Ha, what the hell? Buzz buzz buzz..."
This was the first time he saw his sweetheart overturning the jealousy. Yan Qing quickly grabbed Weng Huaijing and said, "Listen to my explanation."
"Then why don't you use me to find manuscripts..."
Showing off her face-changing skill that she had not seen for a long time, Weng Huaijing held her hands in front of her chest and approached Yan Qing with a smile. She bent slightly and looked down at her lover's clear eyes: "Come on, start your sophistry."
"It's really not a quibble. Phew, it's really what you said. Destiny takes a hand (Author's note: Destined)..."
The distance between the two of them widened with Weng Huaijing's move. Yan Qing, who was smelling the astonishing rosemary and transformed into an air predator, pretended to be calm: "Let me ask you, what is the name of the submission we have on hand?"
"You know what you're asking, isn't it written, New York Love Story..."
A faint blush crept up the corners of Weng Huaijing's eyes and eyebrows, her red lips pursed lightly, and instead of retreating, she raised her finger and tapped Yan Qing's forehead: "the love story about new york~"
"What a coincidence, the name of our other song happens to be "love story"..."
Yan Qing, who was attacked by the Chongqing girl's special trick of controlling a husband, "Bangbengbeng'er", looked extremely satisfied and wished he could do it again. Looking at Weng Huaijing, who had returned to being as quiet as the moonlight breeze after listening to his explanation, he asked desperately:
"But what I'm more curious about right now is the victory-defying technique you mentioned."
"Ah, it's eight o'clock, hurry up and drive! I have to go to work!"
The morning class bell in the Comprehensive Education Building rang on time, saving Professor Weng from Xiafei's face. Worried that a colleague would come over at any time, she pushed Yan Qing out of the office with both hands, almost forcefully.
"Bang!"
The door of the classical ballet teaching and research room was gently closed. Weng Huaijing returned to her desk, took out her headphones, sat down and listened to the song. After her heartbeat gradually calmed down, she chose to send last night's message through i-message.
The gossip he heard from Zhang Yameng was relayed to Yan Qing. Of course, Professor Weng also did not forget to coax his lover.
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to_Xiao Ai: [Lao Zhang told me that Yuan Yuan actually named her piano Lina. She is a bit evil, hum! Well, I blame you wrongly, so I’ll give you a 50% discount, four times
Save it now, be good, see you at noon~]
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from_Xiao Ai: [Derek! Then I will prepare for rehearsal first, see you in the secret garden at noon, buzz buzz, look out the window~]
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Taking off one of her earphones, Weng Huaijing could vaguely hear the sound of musical instruments being tuned from the corridor outside the door. Then she followed Yan Qing's reminder and looked out the window. With sharp eyes, she was surprised to find a few cracks on the misty glass.
A crystal clear snowflake.
"Is it snowing? Obviously the weather forecast says that the first snow this year will have to wait until around the winter solstice..."
On November 6, 2019, the first snow of winter in the Imperial Capital came unexpectedly. Although the biting north wind outside the window was still terrifying, all the chill was firmly blocked by the powerful heating system of the Imperial Dance Academy.
, No, Weng Huaijing's pair of slender hands tightly protected the lower part of the collarbone, gently stroking the shiny crystal key, her cheeks gradually became hot, and she said to herself: "What should I do? I'm still planning to wind up (winter solstice)
Someday it will be more worth looking forward to)’s whispers~”
The streaming media player on the mobile phone is also very good at understanding the style. It cuts to a certain demo song recorded by Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing last weekend. The happiness almost overflowing from his body drove Professor Weng to hum softly uncontrollably.
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"You come as late as winter
A bright key hangs on my chest
You have to wait for the snowflakes to wet your hair