There seems to be crying in his eyebrows, but he doesn't seem to cry

He prayed for nothing, and could not say anything

The screen close-up shifts to the upright piano at the bottom of the stage, Yan Qing hums the lyrics softly, and he is sharing the creative ideas of the song "Ambiguous":

This lyric should be regarded as the original inspiration for "Ambiguous", we all know... Many times a look or expression that hits the heart more than a flowery word, like this..."

After saying that, facing the camera, Yan Qing mobilized his facial muscles and slowly condensed an expression:

His eyes were filled with a touch of sadness, and there seemed to be a thousand words between his eyebrows that he wanted to confide, and the words seemed to be about to blurt out when he came to his mouth, and his thin lips buzzed a few times but he was dumbfounded.

"Probably... Maybe... Father... Professor Weng's interpretation will be more expressive..."

Most of the relationship is the lack of interactive feedback in the one-man show, and Yan Qing finally added a sentence with an embarrassed face.

Separated by an upright piano, the camera pulled back seven or eight steps away, Weng Huaijing, who was holding an acoustic guitar with a familiar expression, returned to the center of the screen in response, she didn't answer Yan Qing's words, but just opened her mouth and sang:

With you

Whispering smoke rings

One second to remember: /or

to the lips

I can't say that I am satisfied

Standing in the center of the stage, Weng Huaijing swept the strings with a pick, and pressed three sets of chords with the tips of her left fingers, and she continued to sing coldly:

Your gentleness

How can it be caught

Getting closer

But never touched

reacted quickly, Yan Qing's expression converged with Weng Huai's cappella, and the black and white keys under his hand followed to accompany her as soon as possible.

It's a pity that Lang has a concubine who has no intention, Weng Huaijing only sang two bars, and then opened his mouth to analyze the meaning of the lyrics of "Ambiguous":

"Even inhaling second-hand smoke will make people happy and satisfied, knowing that if you get closer, you can touch the tenderness, but you don't dare to pierce the layer of window paper, these two lyrics can be regarded as unconventional expressions of that hidden and suppressed love..."

In the close-up of the camera, Weng Huaijing's eyebrows trembled slightly, his thick eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his narrow and slightly upturned eyes were flushed, full of peach blossoms.

At the same time, a round head poked out from behind the upright piano at the top of the screen, Yan Qing stopped playing and listened quietly, his eyes looking at the camera were full of tenderness.

…

Pan Thai 894 Skyline 98th Floor

Think Tank Center

…

In the only conference room where the lights are still on, the LCD TV is playing the picture of the fourth issue of "Talent Co., Ltd."

"It's a pity, although Weng Huaijing's song chose our story, the lyrics and ideas were completely reborn..."

Looking at the TV screen, Han Shuhui looked regretful.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Mr. Han, at least prove that our strategy is in the right direction... I'm not in such a hurry to make quick gains... The poison pill plan is the most patient test..."

Yuan Yuqiu came out of the open "Two or Three Things Related to Ambiguity" to comfort Han Shuhui, and he raised the script in his hand with a smile:

"Our story is really good, and if you think about it optimistically, it can be regarded as accumulating some viewing foundation for future movies."

"Mr. Yuan, this issue is a bit strange, the No. 43 poison pill is clearly chosen by the target, why does this song feel..."

Han Shuhui pushed the golden wire eyes on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes examined back and forth between Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing on the screen.

"There must be something wrong with Lang Qing's concubine! It must be that the target was deliberately changed to Weng Huaijing to sing, a little tailor-made taste, the two of them don't really have anything, right? In this way, last week's wave of operations by our team leader Han was really a stroke of genius. ”

Li Shuyu, the deputy team leader who had always been at odds with Han Shuhui, suddenly screamed and made a whole work, causing Yuan Yuqiu to laugh, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became happy.

Only Han Shuhui scolded angrily: "Li Shuyu, can you say a few words less yin and yang?" ”

Eyes moved away from Weng Huaijing, who was standing tall and proud on the screen, Yuan Yuqiu glanced at Helen, who was also expressionless, and he smiled and said with relief: "Teacher Han, don't worry, the target is most likely to be sparked with this kind of three-layer powerful refrigeration refrigerator type woman, at that time, Zhou Shuheng came up with this idea a little taken for granted, and blamed me for wanting to disgust him too much..."

Hearing that Yuan Yuqiu finally pressed the pot back to the dismissed Zhou Shuhuan, Han Shuhui was suddenly relieved, and he squeezed out a smile and said to Yuan Yuqiu:

"Mr. Yuan, this issue was recorded last weekend, and the poison pill plan has just been rolled out, and the further back this time goes, the higher the chance of them choosing the poison pill will be..."

Seeing Yuan Yuqiu nodding in approval, and his eyes were full of expectations, Han Shuhui was full of energy:

"We have to continue to hide this book in your hand for a while, and when we have enough material in our hands, we will have a showdown with them when the time comes, and we will be able to rub another wave of popularity when the movie is made into a movie in the future, and we will not lose..."

"Well said... He may make a small profit, but I will never lose..."

Yuan Yuqiu stood up and held Han Shuhui's hand, and patted him on the shoulder with his left hand and comforted:

"I personally recognize the achievements of the Hengyi project team during this time, and the group and Academician Cui have also given a lot of support, all in all, Mr. Han, you let it go, don't worry so much..."

While talking, looking around, Yuan Yuqiu carefully took care of every researcher who stayed in the conference room to work overtime, and he even remembered to give Yin Enhui a gentle smile alone.

"You can get off work after hard work, I have to watch it before leaving, after all, my mother, Professor Yu, loves this show very much, and this son can't have a common topic with her."

Yuan Yuqiu's self-deprecation caused everyone to laugh.

"Mr. Yuan, it's okay, after watching this one, we don't have to spend any more money to watch it when we go home, this is a company benefit, it's not hard at all."

A young researcher saw the right time and did his job.

Except for Yin Enhui, who was blushing and his heart was beating fast, he didn't smile, and there was a lot of laughter in the conference room, and Han Shuhui praised with his hands:

"Xiao He has a point, dropping a few on-demand broadcasts is also a weakening of the enemy."

Yuan Yuqiu hid his thoughts and repackaged the script in his hand and handed it back to Helen.

Watching her get up and pack her things, Yuan Yuqiu pretended to look at the TV screen casually, which was in the rehearsal stage of the band where Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing were playing another song.

In the later stage, the program team cut out the sound source of the rehearsal according to the usual practice, and occasionally leaked a few melodies and Weng Huaijing's somewhat psychedelic voice.

Observing the conference room, except for Helen, who left a sentence and left straight away, there were many members of the project team, he raised his eyebrows and pretended to smile lightly: "This song feels like that rock song, right?" Why is Weng Huaijing still singing? ”

Seeing that Yuan Yuqiu didn't care about it and even took the initiative to discuss the content of the program, the researchers in the conference room couldn't help but let go of themselves and discussed.