"Do you need to ask for some advice, meow, meow, tell me quickly, um... Then I'll guess first... To whom is the love poem written? It's too hard, isn't it..."

Pulling back the director's microphone that was handed to Miao Miao's mouth, ignoring her argument, Zhao Mu pretended to think for a while and then turned his head and asked Yili beside him with a confused expression: "Ah Li, do you know?" ”

"Wow, that's a tough question..."

Slowly getting up, Yi Li's playful gaze slowly walked through the crowd, and from time to time she stopped on the mobile phones that were still on the screen and continued to play "Talent Co., Ltd.", and finally locked on Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing, her eyes rolled and she smiled: "Maybe it's the one who accompanied Brother Qing through the most bloody and romantic time in his life..."

Holding the only two microphones on the set, Zhao Mu and Yili firmly controlled the situation, bringing the rhythm to fly, ignoring Miao Miao, who jumped behind him and tried to grab the microphone, and what was even more excessive was that they had been drawing everyone's attention to the director's workbench intentionally or unintentionally throughout the whole process.

"Ahh Do you think I'm going to stop it? Speed up the pace, do a good job, just buzz and refuse to say, I wish Xiao Meow took the initiative to break the news, which poem is it, let me hear it."

It was the old god who was there, and Yan Qing didn't even forget to raise his eyebrows at Weng Huai covertly, his expression a little proud.

After a hateful glance, Professor Weng turned his back and pretended to be an ostrich at the speed of light.

"Meow meow, you see, no one has an opinion, say it quickly~"

Zhao Mumei opened his eyes and said with a smile, stuffed the director's microphone back into Miao Miao's mouth, and Yili sang and raised the vice microphone high, and said, let's listen to everyone's voice.

"That's... That..."

With a hesitant face, Miao Miao looked at Zhang Yameng, Shao Qing and the others not far away, as if asking for their support.

Covering their hands into a megaphone shape, Li Hanyuan and Zhang Yameng, who perfectly integrated into the Yinghe instigation lineup: "We also want to listen to love poems..."

Xiang Yan Qingweng Huaijing handed a provocative glance to the producer Shao, who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement: "It's okay, come on..."

"How are you buzzing and shaking... Was she scared? What kind of love poem would have such an effect..."

Smelling the refreshing fragrance emanating from Weng Huaijing's body, Yan Qing used it all his heart, looking forward to Miao Miao's speech, and feeling the subtle movements of his sweetheart around him.

"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower..."

The sound transmitted by the director's microphone speaker is seriously distorted, but Yan Qing instantly heard that this poem was obviously Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", which is another "ironclad proof" that the owner of the body is also a traverser, and he is already a little surprised after experiencing the baptism of "Flowers" and "Darwin".

“… I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree..."

It wasn't until she heard this sentence that Yan Qing suddenly understood the true meaning of the word "kapok" for Weng Huaijing, and she completely understood where her motivation to improve herself came from.

"Yan Yisa! Are you going to let Meow finish the whole poem? ”

In the midst of the shaking of his heart, Yan Qing suddenly felt a pain in his lower back, and Professor Weng's impatient urging voice came from his ears.

"Yes, the content at the back of this poem is too numb, and I can't bear the buzz in my house..."

As soon as his mind turned, Yan Qing decisively pulled out his legs and ran, rushed to the bonfire and snatched back the microphone from Zhao Mu's hand, he meowed with one hand and held the microphone with the other: "Little meow, let me do it myself..."

Pretty blushed, Miao Miao lowered her head shyly, Yan Qing's intimacy in public made her a little uncomfortable.

"Every gust of wind blows, we greet each other! But no one understands our words. ”

Calming his breath, Yan Qing quickly organized the language: "Okay, the poem is finished, let's continue to sing, there are two more songs in this issue, which one do you want to listen to first?" ”

"No, the other song has to be sung by Sister Jing! Brother Qing returned the microphone to me, someone has to hand you the microphone..."

Zhao Mu and Yi Li used the vice wheat in their hands to start bargaining with Yan Qing, while Miao Miao took off the strap of the acoustic guitar on her body, and stared at Weng Huaijing, who slowly came from a distance, and her beautiful face was reflected by the bonfire.

"Little Meow, give me the guitar, I'll accompani..."

Standing still generously, Weng Huaijing reached out and took the guitar that Miao Miao had just put down, and took a quick look at Yan Qing, who was still playing Tai Chi with Zhao Muyili and the others, without a trace.

Tsundere swept her eyebrows: "Microphone! Don't give them back..."

First love understands clearly: "The right to speak, I understand..."

"You guys help Huai Jing to radio, I'll sing first..."

Yan Qing waited until Weng Huai hugged the guitar and stood beside him shyly and firmly like a kapok, he grabbed the microphone tightly and shouted loudly: "The time of life!" ”

As soon as the words started, Weng Huaijing had already plucked the strings, and the murmuring acoustic guitar sound flowed out, Zhao Muyili could only do it, and the two of them quietly leaned next to Professor Weng to act as human pickups.

The fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals, with a soothing rhythm and a gentle melody, Yan Qing did not use any superfluous skills, his voice was clear and clean, simple and emotional, and he told everyone the story of a simple and unpretentious wandering middle-aged man wandering alone.

…

"The years have added to my sorrows/Mixed with invisible and huge pressure/This is not the hardest time in my life~』

…

"I also admire my courage / I also feel sorry for the meaning of all loneliness / This is not the loneliest time of my life~"

…

"Luckily, I still have a little temper / I still have the right to love and be loved / This is not the most bloody time in my life~"

…

"Who will I die for/For whom I forget my surname and what my name/Is this the most romantic time in my life~』

…

is simply four bars, every word is singing about the nostalgia for beautiful love, and the heroine who has never appeared in the lyrics has always been throughout the man's life, accompanying him through hardships, loneliness, and enjoying blood and romance.

Folk songs are fragments of life, and its simplicity is criticized by those who don't like it, but it is simplicity that creates its most unique connotation.

A song or a poem is often just a trigger point, the desire for love in the depths of the human soul is eternal, Yan Qing's shallow chanting is gentle and fine, at first glance it is as light as water, and suddenly it is so thick that it can't be dissolved, the casual melody is full of leisurely memories, just knocking on the door of the heart quietly, easily arousing everyone's resonance.

At the end of the song, there was silence on the set of Nuoda, and even the bonfire was a little quieter.

"Who will accompany me through ups and downs..."

In the cold, Zhao Mu had no intention of letting go of the two of them, and stopped between Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing with a foot, and raised the vice microphone with her eyes, she repeated the last refrain in the attitude of a reciter: "Accompany me to the ups and downs and accompany me to travel far away~"

After speaking, the microphone was stuffed aside, Zhao Mu's right hand kept lifting, lowering and lifting, constantly teasing and driving the atmosphere that had been quiet, under her instigation, Yili also had the courage to follow the rhythm and said: "From now on, never give up, never say time~"

It wasn't until this time that everyone who heard the taste came to their senses, and gradually there were sparse applause and cheers, and when the atmosphere turned warm, Zhao Mu and Yi Li stared at Yan Qing directly, and the two girls said in unison: "After many years, there is only gratitude!" ”

"Good boy, what are these two people going to do?"

After singing his own song, Yan Qing, who originally planned to exchange places with Weng Huaijing, was slightly stunned.

Soon Zhao Mu continued: "When we were young, we were all poetic, and we wanted to live ourselves into a dream, a song, and a movie. ”

As soon as he heard this, Yan Qing knew that this was the string words when Weng Huaijing was talking about this song when he recorded the show last week, and when he raised his eyes again, his gaze crossed the barrier, and he just found that Professor Weng seemed to have the urge to turn his head and turn around, and the cold beauty was trying to restrain it.

Looking at Zhao Mu and smiling in understanding, Yi Li added teasingly: "It seems that Brother Qing has hidden a hand, and he is obviously living a poem." ”

"These two girls are aware of the bloody incident in the Queqiao passage in Huhai before, and they can probably guess that Xiaoge and I have stories before, so what did they make up from "To the Oak Tree" and "Time in Life"?"

In the face of Zhao Mu and Yi Li's ridicule, except for a little worry about whether Weng Huaijing would be embarrassed, Yan Qing was not at a loss, he was calm and calm.

"The ups and downs of life gradually wear down our will..."

Seeing that Yan Qing was indifferent, Zhao Mu began to reread Yan Qing's speech on the show with deep affection: "The loneliness of the years has added a lot of sorrow to us. ”

"We don't know who to learn from Brother Qing's subtext habits, there's really no way, I'll translate it..."

Yi Li sang and harmonized with Zhao Mu with a smile like a flower, and cooperated seamlessly: "But the years have also brought us a lot of joy and sweetness. ”

"What the hell are you two showing in encouraging me to speak, do you think this is a great opportunity to confess in public? This is too reckless, Buzz won't accept it, I already have an agreement with her, oh~ Yes, you don't know the song "Slowly Like You".

Like a mirror in his heart, Yan Qing held the director's microphone and calmly made a summary statement for his performance: "There are many times in everyone's life: the most difficult time, the loneliest time, the most bloody time, the most romantic time..."

"So, Brother Qing, do you think the time in your life is important? Or..."

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't take the bait, Zhao Mu was angry and began to mess around: "Or is it important to be the person who accompanies you through all this in your heart?" ”

"Brother Qing, what do you mean is that whether it is in the past or is being experienced, good or bad things..."

Yili, who has senior copywriting experience, tried to fight with Yan Qing: "Will it become the most important time in our lives? ”

"Shhhhh

Just as the three of them were playing a guessing game, due to the deliberate barrier of Zhao Mu and Yili, Weng Huaijing could not hand the guitar to Yan Qing smoothly, Professor Weng suddenly made a puzzling action, she held the neck of the guitar high with her backhand, this move made many people who knew about the headshot in the Queqiao Passage couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Sister Ji'er..."

Shaking his head and sighing, Xiao Meow covered his eyes: "Pay attention to the image!" ”

Chong Yan Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, and Weng Huai looked at Qingqing and said lightly: "Pick it up, it's my turn..."

"I have a feeling of reappearing yesterday inexplicably, I kept my head down at that time, and I didn't pay attention to her expression, my eyes must be very complicated."

Relying on the advantage of height and long legs, Yan Qing easily passed the obstruction of the two girls, and reached out to pick up the guitar handed by Weng Huaijing, and he suddenly found that Professor Weng who was holding the piano at the moment seemed to have a special style.

"Zhao Mu, Yili, I always feel that there is no need to dwell on how difficult and lonely the past time was..."

After taking the piano and hurriedly explaining half a sentence, Yan Qing put the microphone on Professor Weng's delicate and soft thorn that was still spread out in the air, and he knew that Weng Huaijing would definitely be able to catch his words.

"It's enough to live the most passionate and romantic moment, and then..."

The flickering flames reflected Weng Huaijing's side face particularly dazzlingly, holding the director's microphone, Professor Weng's speech was full of heroism, and the tone paused slightly, and when the corner of her eyes noticed that Yan Qing had finished adjusting the capo clamp after holding the piano, she fell and generously cast her eyes on someone, and said crisply: "Walking in the cold wind..."