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"Electric guitar melody with a strong electric vibrato"

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"After reading the manuscript selected by Professor Weng, what came to my mind at that time was such a melody... Naturally. ”

With Erlang's legs crossed on the black reception sofa and a Gretsch electric guitar in his arms, Yan Qing's left index finger hanging over the 2-string 15-fret, and his right hand releasing the crank of the electric guitar, he said to the camera.

Wearing a beige sweatshirt, Yan Qing was wearing a white baseball cap that he asked Lao Zhang Gang to buy yesterday, he pressed the brim of the hat very low, and the dragon and phoenix danced on the hat with five big characters: "I wish people a long time"

Weng Huaijing, who was wearing a Lu & Clover co-branded sportssuit, sat on the reception sofa next to Yan Qing, with a faint star and moon pattern all over her body.

She still held the finished manuscript in her hand, and Weng Huai's gaze finally stopped on the piano bag that was quietly leaning on the sofa between the two.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together? The metaphor can't be that simple... What the hell is he trying to express... There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? The gameplay of interlaced sentence skipping, or maybe he took the initiative to show weakness to reduce the difficulty..."

Racking his brains, Weng Huai thought bitterly: "He has been looking at me, he can't mess around, he has to do something to divert his attention."

Yan Qing, who monopolized the camera, seemed to have long been accustomed to Weng Huaijing recording the show with him, and he continued to finish with a soft and magnetic voice:

"Weng... The story chosen by Professor Weng interprets love from the perspective of after the breakup, it seems that the heroine is complaining and asking her ex not to break her heart again, but in fact, it has a strong attachment and aftertaste for her ex. ”

Using the cover of the brim of his hat, Yan Qing carefully observed Weng Huaijing's expression, and he continued: "After blurring the gender of the narrator, this story is more suitable for male voices than the manuscript I shared before. ”

"Your clothes I'm wearing today / Didn't keep you / But they're still warm"

Yan Qing sang "Ambiguous" lightly, he looked up at the camera and smiled: "Such words... Obviously, it is more suitable for female singers to perform, after all, boys and women's clothing are still relatively rare, don't you say? ”

Clearly perceiving that a certain wisp of sight that had been hidden under the brim of the hat had left, Weng Huaijing took the opportunity to quickly glance at the white baseball cap again, and after hearing Yan Qing's humming, she lowered her head and hid the corners of her reddened eyes.

The cold temperament of the co-partners made Yan Qing more and more experienced in controlling the field: "I communicated with Professor Weng the day before yesterday, and we exchanged stories in this issue. “

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The main camera turned to Weng Huaijing next to him.

Yan Qing also looked over openly, Weng Huaijing looked away from the object at the moment, her slender and slender fingers hanging between the spread manuscript paper on her thighs and jumping gently.

Aiming at the movements of Weng Huaijing's hands, Yan Qing, who had an excellent sense of musicality, added:

"If the paper had been replaced with the black-and-white keys of a hand-rolled piano and graded in G major, then the fingers of her right hand would be playing "6663671/776 /5", and the chord progressions on her left hand would be VI-IIm-IIIm."

His mind was spinning, and the ghost made Yan Qing gently sing along with Weng Huaijing's playing: "I never thought that you and I would be like this/end"

Weng Huaijing's state was interrupted by Yan Qing's singing, and she finally realized that she was wandering in the camera.

Two voices were captured by the recording microphone at the same time:

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"Well, that's probably what he said..."

"Mood / So sad~" (Yan Qing's singing voice who lost the brain accompaniment)

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After glancing at each other, Weng Huaijing immediately chose to avoid Yan Qing's entangled gaze.

However, a successful communication has been completed:

Weng Huaijing gave him a strange look: "How do you control the field? Bring the camera to me."

Yan Qing looked back innocently: "Why don't you continue to play?"

… The situation was silent for a while...

“Cut！ Very good... It's over..."

Fortunately, Liu Mingren's voice came from the director's microphone amplifier at this time: "The morning part is finished, everyone works hard, call it a day." ”

The working crowd gathered in the reception area cheered Long live Director Liu and gradually dispersed.

Only Yan Qing and Weng Huai in the reception area remained motionless, and they were still in a stalemate in silence.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, this time Yan Qing looked around before he planned to act, and confirmed:

The two cameras in front of the couch have been turned off;

The red LED status light on the recording microphone is also off;

Skillfully took out a voice recorder from the coffee table drawer and turned off the recording mode, Yan Qingcai said to Weng Huaijing next to him casually: "In the future, just let the program team put a hand-rolled piano in the lounge, how convenient." ”

"There is no nostalgia and aftertaste, you are really dead-faced."

A clear cold voice and a roll of the eye came to him at the same time.

Weng Huai shook his ponytail and turned his back to Yan Qing.

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「？？？ I'm obviously talking about contributors, didn't you just say that I was right..."

With a confused face, Yan Qing didn't slow down for a long time.

… The situation is silent again...

Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei brought a boxed lunch to save the scene, and the program team also intimately prepared a vegetarian mooncake in Shengquan Temple, a thousand-year-old ancient temple.

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After a short lunch break, the recording soon continued:

In the sample sharing session, Yan Qing chose to use two combinations of keyboards to provide harmonic accompaniment for Weng Huaijing's acoustic guitar.

The piano sound and string sound simulated by the keyboard are supplemented by the drum program arranged by the synthesizer, and the main melody of the acoustic guitar in Weng Huaijing's hand, they work together seamlessly, and the sample of "Ambiguous" is interpreted as if it is accompanied by a whole professional band.

Weng Huaijing is in excellent condition, and her interpretation of this "Ambiguous" is quite outstanding.

Listening to Yan Qing's discerning ears, every sentence break, every ventilation opportunity, and every half-turn singing voice seem to have been tempered and just right.

And every time Weng Huai sang that sentence: "Your clothes are being worn today, but they are still warm without keeping you"

The trills in her voice would always increase unconsciously, and the corners of her eyes would glow with a faint peach.

"Is there really such a garment? But with her tsundere, it must be impossible to wear it out..."

Yan Qing's mind was spinning rapidly, and he was thinking about how Weng Huaijing dressed every time he appeared in his eyes.

"Hiding and hinting at a happy Mid-Autumn Festival like today is already the limit, or I'm braver!"

Yan Qing thought about it and proudly lowered the brim of his hat.

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When it was his turn to record Yan Qing's sample, he directly chose to play the Gretsch electric guitar purchased by the program team and hummed softly.

Director Liu Mingren didn't mean to embarrass Yan Qing, and waved his hand to signal.

Without the cooperation of the band, Yan Qing, who planned to mix in like this, was stopped by Weng Huaijing, she looked up at Yan Qing, and her voice was cold: "Do it again..."

It may be that the smell of rosemary is causing trouble, Yan Qing didn't say anything, and after taking a deep breath, he obediently played it again.

"I'll try..."

Weng Huaijing reached out and handed the two drumsticks hidden behind her to Yan Qing, and she looked at the electric guitar in Yan Qing's arms playfully.

"Originally... Is she going to play the drums for me? It's kind of sweet..."

Looking at the drumstick in Weng Huaijing's hand, Yan Qing couldn't help but feel uneasy.

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"Little meow, calm down, you see, aren't they communicating amicably."

Shao Qing and Lao Zhang held Miao Miao tightly, and they had been recording the scene from the outside.

When Weng Huaijing stopped Yan Qing with two drumsticks, Miao Miao unconsciously moved in the direction of the stage.

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Yan Qing put the electric guitar on the piano stand, and then reached out to take the drumstick, seeing that Weng Huaijing couldn't wait to pick up the electric guitar and was eager to try, he couldn't help but raise his mouth:

"The chord progression for the pre-chorus section is a little bit unpopular."

Why Weng Huaijing would ask him to do it again, Yan Qing already knew it.

"The action of Buzz staring at my hand all the time is picking up my arrangement on the spot, twice, and it can only be said that he is talented."