During the non-recording period, information communication between the two main creators of "Talent Co., Ltd." generally needs to be passed through two intermediaries, Shao Qing and Miao Miao.
So on Wednesday night, after eight o'clock, when Yan Qing got the submission and the lyrics written by Weng Huaijing, the content of Shao Qing's message dictated by Miao Miao became like this:
"In the manuscript...the part where that person wrote the lyrics was originally written by her mother, Ms. Weng Yu. That person's father left the mother and daughter when she was very young..."
"The little cat probably has some empathy, right? What about me? What kind of expression is appropriate..."
Yan Qing was keenly aware that this was the first time that Miao Miao addressed Weng Huaijing in a soft tone. She would have gritted her teeth every time she met "that person" before.
"It's very possible that "I" know these past events about her..."
After hurriedly scanning it, Yan Qing rolled up two thin pieces of A4 printing paper in his hand, carefully choosing to maintain an expression of attentive listening, but a strong doubt arose in his heart.
"It turns out that she took her mother's surname. Her family background information could not be found on the Internet before. It seems that some of my speculations are not correct... Could it be that Weng Huaijing's resources come from Weng Yu?"
Miao Miao's soft and waxy voice continued: "But her mother kept waiting like that, until she died, she didn't wait..."
"???The resources behind Weng Huaijing actually do not come from her family background..."
Yan Qing's hidden confusion was like a stormy sea.
"How is this possible? Wait..."
Miao Miao raised her head and looked at Yan Qing, her misty eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Yan Qing thought in her mind and controlled her facial muscles to naturally reveal a trace of compassion and restraint.
"The public relations game behind the Oscars should be extremely complicated, but she won the award easily. The top fashion circles are eager to endorse the entire LV series, and Vogue has nine gold and silver covers... Where did she get these resources from..."
Yan Qing tilted his head slightly, just enough to avoid meeting Miao Miao's eyes.
"What has she gone through to become what she is now... Outstanding professional artistic achievements, good literary qualities, flexible acting skills, a natural singer with a unique singing voice..."
Trying his best to suppress the surging thoughts, with a face as flat as a lake, Yan Qing seemed to have said it unintentionally: "Sister Qing, is there anything else to say?"
Looking at the two A4 papers gently rolled up in Yan Qing's hand, Miao Miaonu said: "Ms. Weng Yu's experience is very similar to the core of the story in this submission. Sister Qing also said that she knew you had a suitable song.
It will definitely come in handy.”
"The meaning behind Shao Qing's words is very clear. "I" know this part of her life experience. The mysterious Weng Huaijing, the more he knows, the more doubts he has. And...how can I know "I"
What songs have you written..."
Yan Qing, who was in trouble, looked a little lost.
"Connected from beginning to end, it's like an inextricable knot..."
Finally, Miao Miao's frightened and timid gaze at the side made Yan Qing come back to his senses. He slowly spread out the two pieces of paper and carefully read Weng Huaijing's selection of manuscripts and the words written in Jun Yi's handwriting.
A few lines of text:
"You know my whole life
Just be persistent and waiting for you
I have deep affection for you, deep meaning, and much love for you
Waiting for you to hug me tightly
Tell me you only have me in your heart
Love me forever and want nothing but me.”
…
"The world is a valley of echoes. If you remember something, it will have an echo."
A sentence floated into his mind for no reason, which calmed Yan Qing's originally restless heart. A faint singing voice sounded in his ears.
"This is... an episode from a movie called "Da Hu Hai" in my previous life - "Waiting for a Lifetime"."
Yan Qing pursed her lips and continued thinking: "Since I can't think of any songs "I" have written, then I'll come up with a more suitable song."
Silently humming a few lines along with the melody in his mind, Yan Qing thought to himself:
"It seems that compared to the previous movie about the old Shanghai Ten Miles Foreign Market during the Republic of China, this song is more like a story about Mrs. Du and the inner confession left by Weng Huaijing's mother."
"Xiao Meow, I'm not in a daze, I just... remembered a new song that is more suitable..."
Yan Qing's gentle words comforted the doubtful Miao Miao, and he made up his mind.
"As for Weng Huaijing's doubts, let's leave them to be solved slowly as we continue to retrieve "my" memory."
With the original intention of putting his heart and soul into the program "Talent Co., Ltd.", Yan Qing returned to the study in the small building of the office building. He found a blank sheet of music manuscript paper and neatly transcribed a version of the six-line guitar score and a version of
Accordion sheet music.
Before he went to the practice room every night to do physical training for the Grotowski actor as planned, he first turned on the studio's newly purchased high-sampling rate recorder, and then used the Su-7 in the practice room.
I played and sang on the upright piano by myself, and recorded a simple demo of "Waiting for Life".
During the audition, Yan Qing controlled her voice as low as possible, using the half-turn singing tune that Weng Huaijing was accustomed to, adding a slight vibrato:
"You know that in this life, I am only dedicated to you
It doesn’t matter what other people think, what they see, or what they say.”
…
"You know that in this life, I will only wait for you
My love for you is so deep, my intention is so strong, and my love for you is so much."
…
"Waiting for you, waiting for you to hug me tightly
Tell me you only have me in your heart and you have no choice but me"
…
"You know that in this life, I am only dedicated to you
No matter whether he is happy or sad, bitter or sweet, right or wrong."
…………
"Xiao Miao, Ms. Weng Yu's lyrics, this song should be handled in the same way as "Light Chaser"."
After recording the demo, Yan Qing handed the two versions of the score and the recording pen to Miao Miao, who had been standing beside him without much thought. At this moment, she lowered her head and pursed her lips, gently biting two small tiger teeth.
Remembering to remind Miao Miao, when recording the program on Friday, he asked the program team to prepare an accordion in advance, and Yan Qing turned back to do his physical training.
"Fortunately, Lao Zhang didn't follow me, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for me to look like this..."
Miao Miao returned to the general manager's office with her head down and tears in her eyes. She skillfully operated the scanner to scan the two versions of the music scores into electronic files, followed the pdf file with the audition sample in the recorder, and packaged and sent a slightly modified file.
To Shao Qing, he muttered:
"Every time Brother Qing'er is in a daze, it's really because of that person. If it weren't for the community of interests planned by Brother Qing'er and Sister Qing... I wouldn't pity her."
…………
Although the communication between the two main creative staff was very cumbersome, Weng Huaijing still received a reply from Yan Qing around ten o'clock in the evening.
Glancing at the locked bedroom door, Weng Huaijing was sitting at the desk by the window, facing the laptop screen. Lying quietly in her email box was a copyright income authorization document, a demo and two music scores.
Holding the guitar in her arms a little tighter, with a little girlish excitement and anticipation, Weng Huaijing clicked on the demo audio that had been downloaded to her computer.
Having deliberately lowered the laptop's external volume, Weng Huaijing still felt uneasy, so she simply stood up and took out the headphones to plug them in. Soon a low-pitched singing voice with a slight vibrato sounded in her ears:
"Waiting for you
Waiting for you to come closer to me slowly
Stay with me until the end of the long night
Don't let me wait alone"
…
"Waiting for you
Waiting for you to stare at me silently
Tell me your future belongs to me
Ask for nothing but me"
…
Weng Huaijing opened the guitar tab and gently hummed the two lyrics of the chorus along with the piano accompaniment:
"You know I am only dedicated to you in this life
Whether he is happy or sad, bitter or sweet, right or wrong
…
You know that I will only wait for you in this life
My love for you is so deep, my intention is so strong, and my love for you is so much."
…
The audition demo sound source was very short, just over ninety seconds, and the progress bar quickly bottomed out.
Weng Huai's beautiful face showed doubts and satisfaction.
"Why isn't it that song? Yan...did he take into account the differences between Eastern and Western music styles? After all, the French chanson style of that song was too strong, so he changed it to this melody with a nostalgic and decadent sound.
"
After thinking about it for a while, he used the mouse to click on the single to play in a loop. Weng Huaijing secretly promised: "This will make it more relevant to the plot of the story..."
Accompanied by the singing, two scenes appeared in front of Weng Huaijing:
The first scene is from the whispering netizen @Qianmoyuxin who submitted her article. She described the scene in words - Grandma Du, who is over 100 years old, is leaning on a cane, waiting alone in a towering and trembling old building.
Outside the hospital, a young man wearing a form-fitting, pressed military uniform lingered next to a hunched figure.
In the second scene, Weng Yu, who in her childhood memories always wore a dark green close-fitting cheongsam, sat in front of the Eight Immortals table on the small stage of the Chongqing Folk Music Theater, caressing the Yueqin in her arms, and sang softly about the Sichuan-Chongqing region.
Scenes from the excerpt of the traditional opera "Qingyin" [Broken Bridge].
"Sure enough, he still remembers my mother's story very clearly... So what are the metaphors of these two versions of the score?"
Weng Huaijing felt that he had vaguely guessed Yan Qing's intention.
"When it's time for a performance, let me play the guitar. Will he accompany me with the accordion?"
She had never imagined that there would be such a plot when she was holding the huanghuali acoustic guitar and Yan Qing on the show. Weng Huaijing's cheeks felt slightly warm and turned a delicate blush.
"This time it is no longer Li Na facing Solei, who should I play on the stage..."
An arm as white as jade hung above the pen holder, and Weng Huai's cold voice whispered:
"In order to help Sister Qing, who has lost the cornerstone of her career, I decided to work hard on the show. The two of them have to cooperate well, at least... on stage."
Grabbing a pen, Weng Huai's voice sounded like a wandering fly: "This set of words used to convince myself seems... no longer tenable..."
There is a black notepad spread out on the desk, and a blue signature pen. The pen writes a paragraph in cursive like a dragon and a snake:
You were the one who obsessed me with your frivolous, playful and smiling face back then;
You are the one who constantly challenges the bottom line of my inner principles with your sweet words;
You are the one who writes all kinds of love songs with different styles but all of which can make people sickly sweet;
In the end, you were the one who made the big mistake and became numb and self-abandoned;
You are also the one who categorically pronounced the cold Lawrence "Snake";
The person who disappeared without a trace in my world is also you;
However, after so many years:
Are you the one who looks calm and nonchalant when facing me...
Yes, after all, you are the one who still makes my heart that has been calm for many years so easy to lose control of myself again.
But who is you who sings "The past is lost / When love has passed / In the next life"?
Or Sorey?
And how should I deal with it?
…
"…Can…"
Weng Huai thought for a moment, perhaps influenced by the endless loop of singing in his ears, and a line of black regular script floating like floating clouds appeared on another page:
As long as the ending is a comedy
You can cry as much as you want me to during the process.
Happiness can come slower
as long as it's true
If we can be together in the end
I really don't care if it's later
——Weng Yu
…
Even though Weng Huai's schedule for the ballet major at the Imperial Dance Academy was filled with six main classes on Thursday, there was no trace of sleepiness in her eyes at this time.
"My mother really said this!"
While he was talking to himself, Weng Huai put away his notepad properly. With his beautiful eyes wandering, Weng Huai looked longingly at the familiar chord notes written on the guitar tab, and gently strummed the strings of the guitar in his arms.
Weng Huaijing hummed softly and practiced the song "Waiting for Life" repeatedly.
"Then it's like what's written in your lyrics, stick to your heart and principles, no matter what you think in your heart, what you see with your eyes, or what you say."
…
ps: "Waiting for Life"
Original singer: Chen Shuhua
Lyricist: Takeo
Composer: Zhang Duoduo
Recommended version: Wang Ruolin
Included in the album: "the things we do for love"