Maybe it was Yan Qing's gentle and deep voice that had a soothing effect.
"This manuscript received by Professor Weng will start to explain the creative ideas of the demo."
Perhaps seeing Weng Huai admiring Shi Shiran, he picked up the guitar in his arms and sat upright again.
Perhaps it was both, and with Shao Qing's soft words of persuasion, the restless Miao Miao finally calmed down...
His thigh muscles were slightly strengthened, and his knees were gently pushed up. It seemed that Yan Qing was adjusting the position of the accordion in his arms, but in fact, he continued to use the camera sense without any teacher. With the help of the cover of the piano body, he secretly observed someone beside him.
people.
Weng Huaijing moved slightly to the front of the sofa, lowered her knees that were tightly together, and elegantly adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position. She even had time to glance at the person still trapped in Shao Qing's arms not far away.
Miao Miao has given up her struggle.
"The manuscript was submitted by @QianshouYuxin, a netizen of Xiuyu. Her grandmother's experience is very consistent with a few lines of text left by an elder in my family...the content is very consistent."
Weng Huaijing recounted the few lines of inner confession left by her mother Weng Yu in an understatement, and then frankly admitted to the camera: "Since I really have no accomplishments in melody, I decided to combine the story with those few lines.
The text was sent to...Yan Qing."
"After reading Grandma Du's story and Professor Weng's handwritten words, the scene that first came to my mind was actually the Shili Foreign Market in Shanghai in the 1910s and 1920s..."
Yan Qing took over the words politely: "In the middle of the dance floor stood a... famous actress wearing a silk veil dotted with black mesh, gloves, a decent hand-tailored cheongsam, and a snow-white fox fur collar."
Yan Qing pulled the accordion in his arms and continued to describe in a low and magnetic voice:
"Accompanied by a melancholy sound that was unique to that era, she gently twisted her waist in front of the steel stand microphone, hummed and sang in a low voice, singing a song that seemed to be endless, waiting for what seemed like forever.
People who can’t come back…”
The accordion held in Yan Qing's arms slowly played a sad and beautiful melody like the whisper of a boudoir woman.
Naturally and calmly, he turned to Weng Huaijing beside him, and Yan Qing's control words contained some hints: "It's natural...the melody of "Waiting for Life" just flowed out..."
Hearing the string song, he knew the elegant meaning, and the guitar in Weng Huaijing's hand accurately cut into the melody.
With a natural tacit understanding, the two eloquently explained this story to the camera through a pure musical ensemble.
After the song was finished, the corners of the eyes of many of the attentive staff members were slightly moist, and the entire recording scene seemed particularly quiet...
Liu Mingren, who was very satisfied with the progress of the recording, waved his hand and picked up the director's microphone: "Very good, let's rest for twenty minutes before recording."
"It's time to relax..."
"Why don't you get one?"
"Let's go..."
Suddenly, there were three or two muffled cheers, and the young TV people began to rush towards the stairwell with their arms around their backs, and the scene was filled with a happy atmosphere again.
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"The cameras are all turned off, and the radio microphone no longer lights up with a red light..."
After looking around, he put down the accordion in his arms. Yan Qing moved to the side and leaned slightly to the left. He deliberately lowered his voice: "Later... Weng... can you give me back my guitar? Wait a minute."
There is a song that needs guitar..."
Weng Huaijing's face was expressionless, as if she hadn't heard Yan Qing's words. She even moved her sitting position again and leaned a little closer to the other side of the sofa, her manner still elegant.
Yan Qing, who claimed to have a good temper, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw the other party's response. He continued to lower his voice: "This is my piano! Professor Weng... Professor Weng, then you can lend me a hand..."
Weng Huaijing's slender and sharp eyebrows trembled slightly, and a touch of light red at the corners of her eyes spread slightly. Her voice was still cold and tight, and the size was the same as usual: "My piano... is not for lending..."
Yan Qing suddenly felt a breath stuck in his throat. He quickly looked around again. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to their communication. By now, the filming team had almost dispersed, and only the mature and steady Mo Ran and Liu were left.
Akihito and Zhang Yameng were the only ones left at the scene.
"It seems that Tan Sen took several other young cameramen to the yard to relax and smoke, and Shao Qing also took Xiaomei out?"
He was very embarrassed and annoyed why he acted so naturally every time he stayed next to Weng Huaijing. He dared to move closer to Weng Huaijing and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "Weng...Professor Weng, can you keep your voice down?"
Please...let me use it...shh...don't let others hear it."
"If you are upright and are not afraid of shadows, why should you speak in a low voice..."
Although her mouth was so confident, Weng Huaijing's cheeks turned crimson involuntarily, and her response voice was also lowered a few degrees. She seemed to realize that she was acting like this, lowered her head and whispered back: "Buzz buzz...last name"
Yan’s…are you here to liberate your nature?”
Yan Qing's chest felt so tight that he scratched the back of his head a little anxiously: "Weng Huaijing, what exactly do you want me to do before you lend me the piano?"
"That Lao Zhang is quite beautiful. He also has a little cat at home..."
Glancing at Yan Qing's hairstyle, Weng Huaijing's pair of trembling peach blossom eyes became more and more conspicuous. As her beautiful eyes flashed, she continued to whisper to Yan Qing: "You are so young and you still like to provoke little girls. If you ask me,
The six-strand clean style is still suitable for you. Now your hair has grown again, which is really ugly..."
"That's not because of you..."
Recalling that his previous monk-like appearance was thanks to the person in front of him, coupled with her insinuations, Yan Qing became even more angry, lowering his voice and turning his attack: "Hey, you must be jealous, right?
"
"Don't talk nonsense, Qin... I'm just lending it to you..."
After Weng Huaijing heard these words, his beautiful eyes widened and his eyebrows were raised. He pushed the guitar in his arms into Yan Qing's hands shyly and angrily, then threw away his hand and turned his back to him, with a hint of anger in his voice: "Old rules.
, Yan Yisa, come and play a little tune for me."
"Old rules? What rules..."
"Yan Yisa? What kind of name is this... It doesn't look like a nickname..."
"Master? You are a relative of the emperor, and I am a servant?"
"Xiaoqu'er? Did "I" often sing to her before..."
Weng Huaijing's words contained a lot of information. Although Yan Qing was puzzled, he could only silently keep these words in mind for the time being.
Yan Qing lowered his head and gently rubbed the piano in his hand. It still felt familiar to the hand. The strings had been replaced and the overall repair was good.
But what was slightly different from before was that he noticed a small pick box inserted under the six strings near the neck.
Putting his hand against the pick box and gently pushing it to the other side, Yan Qing skillfully removed the pick box. He raised his head and glanced at it. Weng Huaijing still had his back to him.
Holding the pick box and gently opening it, there were two heart-shaped picks made of bright black nylon stacked inside. Yan Qing took a closer look:
One pick was laser-engraved with the word "G", and the other was carved with the three English letters "yen".
"It's over... I may have made a mistake when making beats before... I used yim, and "I" used to use yen..."
As a Pengcheng native in his previous life, he clearly understood that these three letters also represented the Cantonese phonetic symbol Yan. He forcibly suppressed other distracting thoughts, and Yan Qing concentrated on analyzing the information in front of him.
"So, does Ge represent Weng Huaijing?"
Yan Qing suddenly remembered the New York, USA mobile phone number starting with 1212 that was stored in her mobile phone address book. The note seemed to be "Gege".
"She's not Manchu, it's just a nickname with repeated sounds? But she also calls herself Ye. In this way, she and Xiao Miao had a stalemate when the last time they decided on the name of the show... "Ge" seems to have a deeper meaning..."
Re-covering the pick box and placing it properly on the coffee table, looking at the graceful back in front of him, this scene always made Yan Qing feel extremely familiar.
"This must be the first time she has turned her back in front of me, and it is also the first time she has said so many words. Why do I feel this way..."
I don't know if it was because of the subtle scent of rosemary in the air, but Yan Qing felt more and more that Weng Huaijing's appearance at this moment was really arrogant... and a little cute.
"What kind of song are you singing...No one has come back yet, so we have plenty of time..."
Looking around, Yan Qing was thinking in his mind, and a bold idea suddenly came to him...
"I want you to make fun of my bald head and like to talk with innuendos. Why don't you call yourself a father and want to hear me sing a little tune..."
A faint smile appeared inadvertently at the corner of Yan Qing's mouth.
"Then let me tease you, buzz buzz, tsundere..."
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