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Chapter 85 If I have a conscience

Miao Miao made an appointment for the Sunday schedule of Studio No. 1 of Flashing Star Recording Studio, and it happened that on the 8th, the backyard of the main building of Yanqing Courtyard would also be officially stationed as a construction unit, and Flashing Star would also send relevant supervision engineers.

For this reason, Miao Miao had to stay at home. She also made an appointment with the supplier who installed the access control system for the courtyard. She discussed with Flashing Star and planned to separate the gate in the backyard that leads to the north edge of Houhai.

Build a temporary access control system.

This not only facilitates the free entry and exit of construction supervisors, but also allows all infrastructure materials, equipment purchased by the recording studio, and even engineering equipment vehicles during the construction period of Yan Qing Studio's private recording studio to be directly accessed from the back door through the spacious driveway along the north edge of Houhai.

Send it in.

For the same reason, Miao Miao is struggling with a problem. In addition to "Your Backpack" and "Daughter's Love", the third program also made a song "Waiting for a Lifetime". Weng Huaijing will also go to Shining Star to record songs. She

Suffering from the incompetence of his body, he was unable to protect Yan Qing.

Before setting off, Miao Miao took Zhang Yameng and repeatedly told her to keep an eye on Weng Huaijing's every move after arriving at Flashing Star.

"That woman... has intermittent irritability. Oh, Lao Zhang, don't ask for details. Anyway, just keep an eye on her all the time. Her eyes and aura must be fierce..."

Whether it was due to the confidentiality agreement or other reasons, Miao Miao explained in detail, and finally comforted herself: "By the way, Sister Qing will also go, so it shouldn't be a big problem."



Imperial Capital North Fifth Ring Caochangdi Art Village

Flashing Star Recording Studio No. 1 Recording Control Room

Zhang Yameng felt that Miao Miao's order was really embarrassing. She noticed several times that Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei looked at her with strange eyes.

She quietly typed out the news: "Xiao Meow! Weng Huaijing had no intention of communicating with Brother Qing during the whole process!"

Zhang Yameng received a reply soon: "Very good, received, continue to be vigilant!"



Even so, Miao Miao was still uneasy. As long as Zhang Yameng didn't send back any news for more than five minutes, she would keep bombarding him with whispers. Lao Zhang couldn't bear Mr. Miao's thoughts.

In fact, if Zhang Yameng had described Weng Huaijing in more detail during his report, Miao Miao would have put down all the things at home and gone to Caochangdi.

Or you can achieve the same effect by directly adding this sentence: "Weng Huaijing came here carrying that guitar on his back."

But Lao Zhang didn't.



When Shao Qing and his party met in front of the Shanxing Building, they saw the guitar behind Weng Huaijing. Yan Qing thought it was exquisite, so he heard the string song and borrowed the accordion through Deng Wenbin.

After entering the control room of Studio No. 1, Yan Qing first worked on the arrangement of "Your Backpack".

When he invited Weng Huaijing into the studio to record the real instrumental accompaniment of the song "Waiting for Life", Professor Weng actually reacted for a while before following Yan Qing into the studio.

Usually when recording the accompaniment of real instruments, the individual instruments are recorded separately. This saves the time for the performers to adjust to each other. Secondly, it solves the problem of synchronization. After all, when mixing in the later stage,

The mixing engineer can adjust and modify the defective areas.

Of course, there are also many music producers who insist on high-standard multi-instrument ensemble recording, and Yan Qing in his previous life also fell into this category.

He patiently checked and adjusted the height, pickup angle and other parameters of the two pickup microphones he selected as well as the stereo microphone before giving a signal to Deng Wenbin who was in the sealed glass rear surveillance booth.

Weng Huaijing's performance after entering the studio was obviously not that of a novice who recorded a multi-instrument ensemble in the studio for the first time. In addition, the super tacit understanding between the two of them continued from the live stage to the recording studio. They even only recorded

After three times, the effect conquered Yan Qing’s picky ears with absolute sound quality that can be called monitoring level.



The recording of the dry vocals of the two songs went equally smoothly. After Yan Qing finished recording the dry sounds of "Your Backpack", he sat back in front of the music workstation in the recording control room of Studio 1 and prepared to start digital mixing.

Zhang Yameng's eyes lit up, and Weng Huaijing took the initiative to approach Yan Qing for the first time, less than one meter away, still holding the guitar in his hand.

Lao Zhang made a wrong decision. She took a photo with her mobile phone and sent it to Miao Miao, who kept insisting on harassing her in whispers.

"Report Xiaomei, everything is normal. This is the first time that the distance between the two of them is not more than one meter."

As a result, Miao Miao's phone number was dialed directly within a second.

What came from the phone was Miao Miao Fang Cun's chaotic voice:

"Get in front of Brother Qing, go there right now, Lao Zhang! I'll be here right away."

Zhang Yameng was holding the phone that had been hung up, not knowing what was going on. She hesitated whether to rush over and interrupt Yan Qing who was mixing the sound.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Shao Qing, who was answering the phone, to come over and put his arm around her shoulders. She heard Miao Miao's crying voice from the receiver:

"Sister Qing! If Weng Huaijing does that again, I...will fight her to the death!"

"It's okay, don't get excited, Xiaomiao, nothing happened, calm down...Aren't you still relieved that Sister Qing is here? I'm surprised, and I said why Lao Zhang seems to be a different person today."

Miao Miao whined: "I can't calm down..."

Shao Qing turned her beautiful eyes and beckoned: "Peipei, come here, send a video call to your sister Miao, let her watch over there with peace of mind, so you can rest assured, Xiaomiao."



Shao Qing sacrificed Zhou Peipei's freedom and successfully calmed the angry Miao Miao.

She still held Zhang Yameng with her right hand.

"Are you scared, Lao Zhang?" Shao Qing asked Zhang Yameng with a smile.

Zhang Yameng behaved quite calmly: "Fortunately, Sister Qing, what's going on? Brother Qing and Professor Weng used to..."

"All of us have signed a confidentiality agreement, except Yan Qing and Huaijing..."

Shao Qing made a shushing gesture, and she gossiped again: "Of course, if you just ask about their previous relationship, it is indeed what you guessed."

The two of them smiled knowingly, and Zhang Yameng tacitly changed the topic.



Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing knew nothing about what happened to Shao Qing, and neither of them took the initiative to speak.

Yan Qing secretly inhaled the rosemary scent that seemed to be slightly stronger, and continued to sit upright and monitor the mixing process.

"I brought (Gelsanghua) here today not actually to record "Waiting for Life"."

Weng Huai's clear and cold voice drifted slowly into Yan Qing's ears, which were covered by monitoring headphones.

"Gege, huanghualimu, these are easy to understand... Sang... isn't it Yi Sa?"

The so-called (Gelsang flower) should refer to the guitar in Weng Huaijing's hand, but Yan Qing didn't quite understand what the word mulberry meant.

He raised his head and looked into Weng Huai's longing eyes.

The atmosphere fell into silence again, Yan Qing breathed softly, and the emotion in Weng Huaijing's eyes was difficult for him to decipher.

Four very appropriate lyrics passed through Yan Qing's heart for no apparent reason:

"The eyebrows look like weeping but not like weeping"

Wandering between bitter and sweet

Hesitating between seeming and yet far away

It seems thick but very light.』

At this glance, Yan Qing's heart beat extremely fast, almost jumping out of his chest.

The violent heartbeat gave Yan Qing the illusion of hypoxia. He took off his listening earphones and took a deep breath of air greedily.

"It seems you don't plan to record "Daughter's Love"?"

Weng Huaijing's eyes returned to their previous state of being like an ancient well and deep pool without any ripples.

"I originally planned to secretly wait until you left before recording..."

When they looked at each other, Yan Qing's eyes revealed a rare shyness and a hint of hesitation.

"I... plan to record a vinyl record and take it home to listen to... I just don't plan to distribute it, but I still want to record a version..."

"Then you don't bring the piano."

There was a touch of warmth and a few wisps of innocence in Weng Huaijing's eyes.

"I don't have a piano anymore."

With entangled eyes, Yan Qing answered with a bit of embarrassment.

"Well, now that you have it, I'll lend it to you for now..."

He gently picked up the guitar in his hand, and continued to look at Weng Huaijing, who was still generous and calm, but there was a little guilt hidden deep in his eyes, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Would you like to record a version too?"

Yan Qing's eyes gradually became clear and translucent.

"good!"

Weng Huaijing readily agreed, her eyes eager to try. She took a slight step forward, handed the guitar to Yan Qing, and naturally looked away.



The guitar accompaniment was also recorded in two versions, but Weng Huaijing chose the version played by Yan Qing before entering the studio, and left the accompaniment she played to Yan Qing.

"I was worried that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid of not being able to live in a beautiful city. I have peace in the world, and I will live up to the Tathagata, and I will live up to you."

While Yan Qing lowered her head and continued to work on the reverberation process, Weng Huaijing suddenly recited a poem at the side. Her cold voice seemed to ask intentionally or unintentionally: "Inspired by the "Collection of Poems of Cangyang Jiacuo" translated by Zeng Jian in the Qing Dynasty.

?”

"Yes, the biggest king in the snowy land, the most beautiful lover in the world..."

Yan Qing looked up at Weng Huaijing, and replied thoughtfully: "He also has poems, and they are also very well written."

After completing the director's edits of several Yan Qing documentaries, the speculation in her heart was finally answered. Weng Huaijing's eyes reddened unnaturally. All she could think about was Cangyang Jiacuo's words: "For so many years, you have been living in my heart.

I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you."

Yan Qing's heart was pounding, but he was thinking about another song: "How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to live his life skillfully?"

With their hearts pounding, the two people looked at each other in an instant. In the huge recording control room, there was only the sound of the digital reverberation equipment continuously running.

The silence lasted until Yan Qing finished processing the digital mastering sound sources of the four songs. He casually clicked on the song "Daughter's Love", and the finished effect, which deliberately did not do too much reverb processing, sounded unique from the main monitor speakers.

:

"I only wish it lasts forever"

Stay close to the one I love

Ai Lian Yi

Ai Lian Yi

May I always be with you in this life"

As Weng Huaijing sang, Yan Qing handed her the USB disk containing the digital master tapes of "Waiting for Life" and two versions of "Daughter's Love".

Weng Huaijing took the USB drive calmly, packed up the guitar, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Yan Qing did not raise his head: "Then...see you next week..."

"See you next week..."

Weng Huaijing did not stop. She greeted Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei from the far end and left the recording control room and left Flashing Star directly.

Although his appearance was still cold, Yan Qing was keenly aware of some subtle changes in Weng Huaijing's attitude, and became generous and candid when facing him.

"Next week, there are still five days... Can I maintain her attitude of being as clear as a mirror with ease?"

He secretly asked and answered himself in his mind: "Yes, Weng Huaijing is this body's ex-girlfriend, but it's okay to face her calmly. As long as... I have a clear conscience."

Yan Qing suppressed the throbbing in her heart and started recording records with her face as smooth as a lake.

"What if I have a guilty conscience?"

Suddenly, a voice repeatedly asked in Yan Qing's heart, thus ending his round of self-questioning.



After finally finishing the vinyl record, he led Zhang Yameng out of the building of Shining Star. Yan Qing raised his head and looked at the sky in the Imperial Capital, which was gloomy and gray-blue at the moment, and the air around him seemed to be filled with a faint sense of confusion.

The smell of rosemary.

A certain song in Yan Qing's heart came out again:

"Borrowing love or affection for one night"

Return everything you need

Needless to be greedy

It's early morning and gray blue wants to say goodbye

It's not too late


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