"Wait, let's put Ji Xianlin's matter aside first, let's figure it out first... Yan Qing: Who is this song written for? ”

Shao Qing suddenly changed his words, and the two people in his eyes reacted differently.

Weng Huaijing pretended to be cold, and there were a few wisps of teasing laughter in the autumn water.

The emotions that Yan Qing interpreted from it were not like her reaction when Li Yu asked to buy "Ambiguous", and Professor Weng seemed much calmer.

Exquisitely thoughtful, Yan Qing's reaction was the same as the last time on the stage, and he immediately passed a warm and frank look before turning his head to look at Shao Qing who was wearing an off-white mid-sleeved suit and skirt.

At this time, Yan Qing noticed that Shao Qing's makeup today was particularly exquisite, with a faint under-eye blush and rose-red sequin eyeshadow, which added just the right amount of charm and sexiness to her originally mature and elegant.

Completely ignoring Ji Xianlin's side and still waiting for a reply, Shao Qing unhurriedly stuffed the phone back into her bag, and she looked like she was supporting Weng Huaijing.

After thinking about it again and again, Yan Qing chose to follow his heart.

"Sister Qing did a good job..."

Gao Yuan was still helping on the side: "Why did you become dumb?" Scumbag! ”

"Yan Qing, I didn't find it last week, it's only been more than five years...

Even the intellectually elegant Su Jin leaned over, and she smiled and brushed Yan Qing's bitter face: "You have forehead tattoos." ”

As if it was so, with a prickly tone, Shao Qing asked, "Brother Qing, does this question make you very entangled?" ”

Between the ups and downs of his mind, Yan Qing heard the sound of turning the pages of magazines behind him.

The mood is unsettled, and Yan Qing's facial muscles respond extremely quickly.

Shao Qing's expressions as they waited for Yan Qing's response were sarcastic, provocative, or serious, while the image of the man sitting on the piano bench became more and more lonely and depressed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Yan Qing's textured bass is asking himself: "Who is it for?" In fact, it is some emotions accumulated during this time... Depressed to... Can't restrain the after... I feel it..."

His speech was very slow, his voice was intermittent, and he slowly condensed a wry smile Yan Qing said quickly:

"As for Ji Xianlin's side, I specially adapted a jazzy version for her, thinking of interpreting it from a third-person perspective..."

The complex combination of false and true feelings helped Yan Qing perfectly express his depression and self-blame.

Su Jin, who had the softest heart, chose to bury her head down, and Yan Qing's sudden vulnerability made her a little unbearable.

Gao Yuan's originally stubborn and provocative expression was somewhat restrained.

Shao Qing, who was as careful as a hair, had also interpreted Weng Huaijing's metaphor, realizing that she might be in a hurry to make an oolong, she sneered with embarrassment: "Then I'll call her back directly, I..."

With his right hand, he broke the gilt H buckle, and Shao Qing took a handful of the red python pattern Constance handbag with his left hand.

"Smack!"

Shao Qing grabbed the mobile phone to unlock it, and a lighter also followed, smashing directly on the wooden floor of the piano room.

A white dress with wisps of incense wafted past Yan Qing's eyes, and it was the familiar scent of rosemary.

"Piano room!"

Disgusted, Weng Huaijing stretched his plain white jade arm and picked up the lighter and put it into Shao Qing's handbag.

The phone was being connected, and Shao Qing, who had no intention of smoking at all, looked at Weng Huai helplessly.

"If you want to come, you can come over directly, it's thanks to Shao Qing who brought out a lighter, otherwise... Hmm~Woo! ”

Gao Yuan's ruthless exposure was covered by Su Jin halfway.

Professor Weng's eyes were peachy, Xia Fei turned her back to Gao Yuan with her cheeks, trying to speak hard, and finally she bit her lip lightly and glared at Yan Qing.

As far as Yan Qing could see, his eyes were like autumn water, and Weng Huaijing, who was shy about his words, had a thrilling style, and he took a few deep breaths to make his heart not beat so fast.

"Xianlin, our brother Qing has prepared a song for you."

The two of them didn't have time to raise their eyebrows, and Shao Qing's transatlantic call to Ji Xianlin was connected.

"Yes, there is a sample, and now we are in the piano room of the Huaijing Studio."

His gaze naturally turned to Shao Qing, and Yan Qing signaled with his eyes that he had something to say.

"Xianlin, I'll open the public first... Don't worry, I have a voice recorder here, and I'll send you a sample later. ”

Adjusting the phone to speaker mode, Shao Qing took a few steps to Yan Qing knowingly.

"Teacher Ji, hello, I'm Yan Qing."

Yan Qing on the piano bench also moved a little in front of his mobile phone.

“Nevoitpaspendantlongtemps！”

The language changes freely, and Ji Xianlin's voice is amplified by the distortion of the speaker and becomes more lazy and sexy: "Our three golden actors... Teacher Yan Qing! ”

With a sigh in his heart, Yan Qing cautiously chose to answer lightly under the three different eyes: "Salut, Sava... Teacher Ji's demeanor is still the same. ”

"Don't be the same, the square of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Notterdam is still called envied by girls, and the old Zhuhuang has become Teacher Ji."

Shao Qing's eyes were full of surprise and some disappointment.

Gao Yuan's lips moved with round apricot eyes, as if she was silently spitting on a scumbag.

Su Jin frowned slightly.

As for Weng Huaijing, Yan Qing didn't dare to observe what she was doing with his peripheral vision.

Yan Qing's mind was spinning, and he replied half-sentencedly: "C'estpasbon..."

"Then do you think I'm interesting to you, so you won't leave your contact information?" Ji Xianlin interrupted his response.

Suddenly, Yan Qing felt the pressure around him relax, and his tone remained unchanged: "Actually, it's not counted..."

"Maybe I was too enthusiastic..."

Ji Xianlin recalled the story of the two meeting on the phone:

"The reason why I pester you is because it was really unexpected, I was too curious..."

Thinking that the crisis had been lifted, Yan Qing secretly complained:

"You're holding the ukulele in the corner of the square and singing a song I've never heard before... Pure and charming French chanson..."

On the phone, Ji Xianlin said amazingly: "Who else would have thought... Yan Qing, who was in an uproar in China at that time, avoided Montreal. ”

Yan Qing looked straight at Weng Huaijing, her bottomless eyes overflowing with unconcealable tenderness and shyness.

At first glance, this round of eyes was intertwined, and Professor Weng was defeated, and she took the initiative to look away.

"That's all for gossip, Brother Qing, I'm ready to listen to your sample."

How did Ji Xianlin know that his words had caused all kinds of waves in Yan Qing's heart.

"Sister Xianlin, I have to say first, the original version of this song is Bale, this version..."

Yan Qing turned his head to look for Su Jin and Gao Yuan, but he ignored the voice on the phone: "Ballet, country music... I'm super good. ”

"Mengmeng, this song also brought me inspiration for a script, I want to make an appointment with you to ask some knowledge of the fashion industry, the version of Bale... She came to sing, which is very suitable for the theme song of the movie. ”

After glancing at Weng Huai, Su Jin nodded with a smile.

Ji Xianlin on the other end of the phone hurriedly said: "What about me, can you sing the theme song for me, I'm cheap!" ”

Silently complaining, Yan Qing approached the phone in Shao Qing's hand, and he said flatly: "Teacher Ji, I made you a petty bourgeois jazz style version, the melody and arrangement are completely different, do you want to listen to the sample now?" ”

The voice on the phone reverted to a lazy and sexy jazz voice: "That's better than nothing, petty bourgeois sir, that's English chanson?" ”

Yan Qing lowered his eyebrows: "You can also interpret it like this." ”

Ji Xianlin asked in a coquettish voice: "Then can I listen to the original version first?" ”

Yan Qing looked up and looked around, Su Jin and Gao Yuan were leaning on the left side of the piano, Shao Qing was standing beside the right side of the piano bench, and Weng Huai was standing two steps away from her.

Regarding this song that made Yan Qing fall into loneliness and depression, the four of them seemed to have different degrees of expectation.

"Let's listen to it all, the sample only has piano accompaniment, in fact, the lead instrument in the arrangement design is a ukulele or an A-shaped guitar..."