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The southern foot of the Imperial Capital, the West Fifth Ring Road, and the West Mountain

Villa No. 9 in the single-family area of Xiangshan Art Villa

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"In the whole film, I like this song "Can'ttakemyeyesoffyou" the most, the other songs are too retro in style, and there are two songs that they haven't recorded..."

In view of the presence of the two protagonists in this obscure and naked passion scene, the scene was a little silent, and finally Shao Qing launched an icebreaker action: "But it's strange to say, her interpretation of English songs seems to be more comfortable than Chinese!" ”

"It's not because of the buzz, because I learned English singing from the beginning!"

Yan Qing, who knew it, and Weng Huaijing were silent together.

"The Shouquan Visionaries have blown up this pop jazz, but..."

The conscientious Weng Huaijing Chaohua administrator Li Hanyuan maintained a high-intensity interaction in whispering, and she raised her head and asked, "Why hasn't the whispering music been released yet..."

"Thanks to the popularity of "Seve" on YouTube and Netflix, our program has recently been talking about the transfer of overseas broadcast rights..."

Zhang Yameng raised her head and explained: "Sister Bing said that it may have to wait for a while, this English song may choose to be launched globally..."

"I'm sure I'll be able to hit the billboard like Seve..."

Xu Mo'er's northeast accent couldn't be contained: "If it sounds good, it's over." ”

Mao was bold, Zhou Peipei shifted the topic from music to movies: "Sister Jing'er's performance in this scene is very good~"

"yes..."

With a smile, Zhang Yameng's beautiful eyes flowed: "Brother Qing and Sister Jing have gone through several twists and turns, and the eye contact between you and me is really seductive!" ”

"Everything is like Yan Qing sang in the song, it's all your fault, in your eyes, there is always a haze that makes people love and pity, a love-hate entanglement that has lasted for more than ten years, a pair of infatuated men and women, a drunken love..."

Miao Miao, the bowing head clan, read the popular comments on the whisper with emotion: "Obviously it is a plot that is easy to shoot and make a difference, Yan Qing has a pair of eyes that can talk very well, and he expresses his depression and restraint in such a light manner!" ”

"Hahaha..."

Zhou Peipei laughed wildly: "In fact, there are many people in the barrage who are hungry for Brother Qing's body!" ”

"These little girls are visual animals..."Shao Qing said meaningfully: "Poor Lu Chuan! ”

Zhang Yameng imitated Professor Weng's cold tone and replied: "He doesn't know where to live in Pengcheng!" ”

"Look, our backyard is on camera!"

As soon as he heard that the topic was getting more and more outrageous, Yan Qingsheng was afraid that Weng Huaijing, who was not squinting, would not be able to control himself, so he pointed to the TV screen and staggered the topic in time.

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A tiger-headed Daben slowly drove out of the Imperial Capital Hotel under the clear light of the full moon, and stopped in a hidden corner at the back door of a courtyard house through the streets.

The seductive woman of the got out of the passenger seat with a large pile of shopping bags pretentiously.

In the cab, Yu Qikuo looked at the woman's writhing water snake waist and peach buttocks with intent.

The woman walked around the front of the car and skillfully threw her winks and kissed coquettishly.

Yu Qikuo paid attention to his surroundings, and his heart fluttered and he went out to cooperate with his lover's newly learned Western style.

After a kiss goodbye, Yu Qikuo drove out of the courtyard with satisfaction.

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Scene transitions

The camera gradually lifts up

The full moon that hangs in the sky gradually fills the screen

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A slightly late family dinner.

In the restaurant decorated in the classic Chinese traditional style, the mahogany Eight Immortals table is piled up with all kinds of small dishes of imperial capital flavor cold dishes, and the two brothers of the Yu family with their wives and the old man Yu are sitting around the table.

"What about Yuge, she is working overtime again?"

Yu Qikuo, who had just returned home from bidding farewell to his lover, sat in a gloomy mood, and the bowl of fried noodles in front of him did not move.

"Xiaoge mostly ate outside, but it's a pity..."

Yu Qizhang picked up a large chopstick noodle and sucked it into his mouth, he replied beautifully: "Brother, you hurry up and eat it while it's hot, but my sister-in-law waited until I heard your car enter the house." ”

Old Man Yu trembled and shook out a sentence that felt sorry for his daughter-in-law: "I know that you had the best of this tendon, Lan Juan, she has been kneading her noodles for a long time in the afternoon." ”

"Maybe he's too tired, let's eat it ourselves..."

Raising her eyes and sweeping Yu Qikuo's expression, Lan Juan raised her chopsticks, and after a while, she said unexpectedly: "I'm afraid it's different today." ”

"Just let it dry first..."

Lan Juan's words played a role, and Yu Qikuo reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and stirred the fried sauce in the bowl.

"Brother, have you encountered any troubles at work recently..."

Before Yu Qizhang could say more, his daughter-in-law silently pinched the root of his thigh under the table, and the topic changed stiffly: "Jiang Ping, let's go for a walk together after eating, the imperial capital has not had such a good moonlight for a long time." ”

Jiang Ping raised his eyebrows coldly, but his tone was gentle: "You don't say a few words, eat your noodles, you will talk the most." ”

With a sneer and flattery, Yu Qizhang is a big chopstick.

"Yuge is going to get married, and this time she plans to hold a Western-style wedding in the church..."

"Humph!"

Yu Qikuo, who bowed his head and ate noodles, vented his emotions coldly.

"It's a good thing..."

Picking up a pair of chopsticks and the tips of his ears, Yu Qizhang finished standing in line.

Quickly picked up a piece of garlic and stuffed it into her husband's mouth, Jiang Ping smiled and said: "It doesn't matter what the wedding form is, as long as Xiaoge is happy, it's not easy for her to live these years." ”

"That's what I thought too..."

Looking at the small movements on the table between the two, Lan Juan asked thoughtfully: "Jiang Ping, you two were also in free love back then, right?" ”

Jiang Ping gave Yu Qizhang a few chopsticks and noodles with a gentle face, and she replied in a low voice: "Yes, sister-in-law." ”

"Mid-Autumn Festival in '76..."

Yu Qizhang recalled: "The night the relationship was established, it was also such a big moon. ”

Raising his hand and gently patting Yu Qizhang's shoulder, Jiang Ping said angrily: "You are not finished..."

"Last night's circle is not tonight's round, but I suspect that the circle is reduced."

Muttering to herself for no reason, Lan Juan sighed and lowered her head to eat noodles silently.

During this period, Old Man Yu tried to speak several times, but the words were dumbfounded, and in the end, the dinner party that lacked Yu Ge broke up unhappily.

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Lan Juan and Yu Qikuo went back to their rooms

Old man Yu went out to walk the dog

Lens everything

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Jiang Ping and Yu Qizhang, who came back from walking, were leaning on the fence of the bedroom balcony and continuing to enjoy the moon and chat.

"Chanjuan..."

Talking about the cold family banquet, Jiang Ping was a little interested: "Our sister-in-law's poem..."

"The empty window leads to lovesickness, and you must believe that Chanjuan is especially in love."

Yu Qizhang nodded, his expression was a little complicated: "The love words of the two of them back then, my brother also loved his sister-in-law very much when he was young. ”

"The two sentences that my sister-in-law didn't read, twelve degrees a year, how many years can I get a teenager."

Jiang Ping sighed with emotion: "Now your brother he..."

"There's no way, my dad can't take care of it, my brother has the ability, and in the past few years, he has devoted himself to pouring light industrial products, and this business is getting bigger and bigger..."

Yu Qizhang looked at Jiang Ping affectionately: "It's not like I guard a door-face room, Ping'er, I wronged you..."

"I've never envied other people's families, and I'm very satisfied with the thread that Yue Lao pulled for the two of us."

Jiang Ping silently grabbed Yu Qizhang's arm, and the two snuggled up to enjoy the bright moon together.

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The camera rises slowly

Fall again

Under the same full moon

Old man Yu led the dog and walked around the deserted streets

Yu Qikuo and Lan Juan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep

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"What does Brother Qing want to express..."

Xu Mo'er couldn't understand a little, she asked blankly: "Will you be unhappy if you have money?" ”

Temporarily retreating from the state of guessing, Zhang Yameng, who was over-brained, shook his head and responded: "Brother Qing definitely didn't mean that." ”

Shao Qing, who has been close to the water, has a look of anticipation, and she is a little proud: "The screenwriter, director, and starring are all here, why do you like to overinterpret it so much." ”

And Miao Miao is well aware of the hardships of being poor: "Mo'er, you can't imagine the happiness of rich people." ”

The meow prompted laughter, and even Weng Huaijing gently raised his eyebrows.

"Chanjuan is a word that ancient literati and especially liked to use..."

Weng Huaijing glanced at Yan Qing.

Hearing the string song and knowing the elegant meaning, Yan Qing opened his mouth to explain: "Yu Qikuo's love is thick and thin, and the easiest thing to see is actually the person next to the pillow, even Old Man Yu can see that something is wrong, Lan Juan actually has a premonition in her heart. ”

"And..."A slightly cold voice urged, as if Yan Qing was taking a school exam.

"There's a deeper hint..."

Yan Qing knew that Weng Huaijing was dissatisfied, and he continued: "Liu Yuxi has a song 'Dream Yangzhou Prostitute and Poems』..."

Zhang Yameng suddenly realized: "Flowers are Chanjuan jade makeup, and the romance is like an old." Quwan Bay Moon in the middle of the night, thousands of miles with your intestines. ”

Weng Huaijing waited until Lao Zhang Youyou chanted this poem before slowly explaining to Xu Mo'er: "Lan Juan deliberately used Chanjuan to reduce Chanjuan, but she was actually using this poem to secretly persuade Yu Qikuo..."

Xu Mo'er looked ashamed: "I didn't learn Chinese culture well, I must work hard to learn from Brother Qing in the future!" ”

Yan Qing squeezed out some embarrassed expressions in the laughter: "These are all Huai Jing helped me bury them in the plot." ”

Zhou Peipei and Li Hanyuan's two faces were proud, and they leaned back slightly: "What is called having poetry and books in the belly..."

Shao Qing interjected in a weird way: "Tut-tut, the words don't make sense, the so-called good communication of your cultural people is really level..."

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Sooner or later, the alcohol will subside, just like a dream will eventually wake up.

Lu Yue woke up to a whimpering sound.

Reaching out and touching it, the pillow was empty, and he struggled to get up.

Under the blinds of the bedroom, Yuge was disheveled, with his hands on his knees, curled up in the corner and sobbing softly.

Under the dappled moonlight, Lu Yue quietly got up and took a shirt of his own and put it on her shoulder: "Be careful of catching a cold..."

"Awake? I'm sorry, I remember some things from the past..."

Yuge wiped the corners of his eyes and casually pushed away the shirt on his shoulders.

"It's just a dream, I haven't been here tonight."

Yu Ge got up and planned to go out of the way and go home.

"Boom!"

Reaching out to block the bedroom door, Lu Yue's eyes were blurred, and he asked playfully: "Then why don't you sneak away while I'm not awake..."

Yu Ge explained unhurriedly: "I was going to tell you that the wedding will not be used at that time." ”

With a ruffian smile, Lu Yue picked up Yu Ge, ignored the soft punches and kicks, and carried her back to the window.

"Even if it's a dream..."

Lu Yue hugged Yu Ge tightly from behind, and the cold moonlight shone on their faces through the cracks in the blinds.

"It's not time to wake up yet."

Lu Yue's low, hoarse voice grinded in Yu Ge's ears.

"Let go of me... When I see your eyes, I get angry..."

The courage brought by the alcohol had receded, and Yuge turned around in panic and tried to push away the shirtless man, but was kissed by Lu Yue.

"Hmm!"

Two long figures landed on the wall and entangled again.

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Footage from Chaoyang Happiness 2nd Village

All the way through Dongzhimen Inner Street

Crossing the Di'an Gate

Over the Drum Tower

Shine to the north edge of Houhai

The night of the imperial capital under the full moon and clear light

The lights are dim

It's silent

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Quietly touching into Yu Qikuo's bedroom, Lan Juan quietly looked at her sleeping husband and reached out to tuck the quilt for him.

The moonlight projected through the tulle was very dazzling, Lan Juan leaned in front of the window, stared at Haoyue affectionately, and she reached out to pull the curtain silently.

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"I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry."

"The strings of the lute say lovesickness."

"At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back in the clouds."

Also bathed in the moonlight, Yu Qizhang and Jiang Ping said their love poems one by one.

As when time turned back and she was a teenager, Jiang Ping hid under the covers with a hint of shame.

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"Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn."

Old Man Yu led five dogs and stared at the moon in a lonely and lively daze on the silver ingot bridge.

Loneliness is the loneliness of people separated by yin and yang, and the bustle is the clamor of barking dogs.

As if they understood the old man's poem, they liberated their long-tamed animal instincts, pricked up their ears, and howled at the moon.

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A new day, three poles on the sun.

"I'm going to work, really, don't you come then..."

Yu Ge was dressed neatly and planned to go out, with some unnaturalness in her free and easy manner, she repeatedly told Lu Yue.

"I'm really going to go..."

Lu Yue pestered her with a hippie smile: "I suddenly feel like I'm in love with you." ”

"Smack, smack!"

Yu Ge raised his hand and slapped Lu Yue left and right.

"We're all adults, can you be a little more mature, Lu Yue?"

The chill was unexpected, and the cold and murderous aura on Yu Ge's body quietly returned.

"Hitting is love, scolding is love! I suck..."

Making a familiar gesture of covering his face, Lu Yue blocked the door of the house disapprovingly, still refusing to let Yu Ge leave, and he said some inconsequential words in his mouth: "The girl that Lu Chuan snatched back then was a violin learner..."

"You! No face, no skin! ”

Yu Ge didn't want to be entangled more on the same road, she lowered her head and went straight in: "Violin? What do you mean! ”

Lu Yue continued to smile hippiely: "If it weren't for Lu Chuan's sideways, I would probably be able to listen to classical music live every week." ”

Yu Ge, who put on his glasses again, raised his eyebrows coldly and urged: "Tell the point!" ”

"There is a classical concert in the national drama at eight o'clock tonight..."

Lu Yue stared at Yu Ge with clear eyes: "Huhai Symphony Orchestra, my favorite work of Master He Zhizhen." ”

Without hesitation, he dodged Lu Yue's eyes, and Yu Ge's face was full of impatience: "Then what?" ”

"If you accompany me to a concert, I will promise that you will not appear in front of you."

After finishing seriously, Lu Yue raised his hand to open the door for Yu Ge.

"Deal."

After Yu Ge rushed out of the door, she turned around and added with a red face: "The National Center for the Performing Arts, right, a word is a certainty." ”

"Remember to wear a dress and pack yourself."

Lu Yue's voice came from behind her.

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When this part was still being played on the TV screen, Shao Qing's living room was already laughing.

Zhang Yameng grabbed the Pad and turned on the barrage switch, and the screen was full of ridicule:

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...〈Classic Weng Niang's Godson Link〉

"Yan Halal has yours"

...〈Consume your own dripping gods〉

...〈Old and New Show〉

〈Professor Weng hit me again〉

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laughed until he covered his stomach, and Shao Qing didn't forget to insist on complaining: "Can we stop playing this stalk next time?" ”

Silently handing out her eyes, Miao Miao lamented her misfortune and said angrily: "Brother Qing'er, the old Stockholm syndrome sufferer." ”

"Next time..."

Yan Qing sneered: "Next time, definitely!" ”

There was another burst of laughter in the living room.

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