It's too late, it's fast, Yan Qing still holds his breezy posture, no one can see the clues, the electric light and flint, the interlude used for excessive has been continued, and a slow melody that everyone is unfamiliar and familiar with his fingering is slowly rolled out.

Yan Qing, who was bent on making his mistakes in the past, and subconsciously no longer had the intention of hiding his clumsiness, could be said to be full of firepower, showing the extremely superb guitar skills of the senior musicians in his previous life to the fullest, and the more high-frequency remote finger technique urged the folk guitar in his arms to emit a string of weeping and complaining trembling, like resentment and admiration, revealing affectionate lovesickness.

What's even better is that the theme phrase of "Liang Zhu", which cycles back and forth in the previous polyphonic form, combined with the limitations of the guitar simulating the guzheng itself, inadvertently creates an almost disjointed tone, and vividly outlines the inner emotions of Zhu Yingtai's women dressed as men, the inner emotions of contradiction and shyness, and the reluctance to send each other to life in the form of music.

Obviously, it is just a short set of interludes that are only a few tens of seconds over, but the melody is far more appropriate than the clear singing lyrics of Weng Huai's vision, and the two reflect each other in front of everyone's eyes, outlining a picture of Liang Zhu and the two going down the mountain side by side.

In the sound of silk and bamboo, it seems that Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are whispering around the bonfire, and their demeanor is still a little inseparable from parting, such as Weng Huaijing's lyrics, Liang Zhu has butterflies flying beside him, there are mandarin ducks playing in the water by Caoqiao Lake, there are white geese crossing their necks on the surface of the waves, and there are magpies singing in the tops of the weeping willow trees.

As soon as this episode of "Liang Zhu" adapted by Yan Qingxin came out, the bonfire set that originally burst out from time to time had a bit of silence, as if the softest place in the heart was hit, and the men in the crew who were five big and three rough on weekdays, who loved to laugh and scold, all lost their voices, and Zhang Yameng, Yi Yi and other girls even had a little moistness in the corners of their eyes, and they pinched off a few phones one after another, and Miao Miao, who was concentrating on picking up the guitar, couldn't help but look up at the man who was swaying his divine skills, and his face was full of admiration and pride.

"At four o'clock, I will look for Fang, and I will go with beautiful women." As soon as the "Liang Zhu" came out, even Weng Huaijing, who was the only one in the audience who heard that someone had made a mistake, but was just waiting for him to continue singing, was slightly stunned at this moment, which was not at all like Yan Qing's normal performance every time he played a new song.

The old people who came from the program team of "Talent Co., Ltd." are also very aware of this, generally speaking, even if Weng Huaijing turns on the back-to-back singles mode, he has never missed the various details of the chords and arrangements that slipped out of Yan Qing's fingertips, and when the melody sounds, Professor Weng will turn around and stare at someone with the water in the water, and the butterfly-like press and finger shooting techniques with both hands, but she will hold her posture more coldly.

Everyone can be said to be accustomed to such a "snow like snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon between the clouds", so when they suddenly find that the "snow on the mountain" is diffuse, the "moon between the clouds" is empty, and the beauty is no longer cold, they will be more or less unaccustomed to it, which also makes them get out of the state of immersion in "Liang Zhu" faster, driven by the soul of the burning gossip, the people who eat melons have either blatantly or avoided the shadows to throw their eager eyes at Yan Qing.

Biting her lip gently, Weng Huaijing looked at Yan Qing in front of everyone without squinting, at first her eyes were a little surprised, but after listening for a while, her eyebrows, which were deliberately trimmed by the makeup artist in front of her forehead, gradually stretched, and the corners of her slender peach blossom eyes were slowly lengthened.

"What's the situation, is my face blooming, how is it buzzing and everyone is staring at me, hey, crescent moon! She smiled so well, wait, Xiaoge is suddenly so brave? Aren't you most afraid of other people's jokes..."

After Yan Qing was concentrating on making up for it, he redirected the melody back to the "Great Wall Tune" with ease, and he felt the hot gaze around him, and for a while, Director Yan, who was a little overwhelmed, could only give Weng Huaijing, who was also looking at him, a blank look: "What happened?"

"Brother Liang~ I look at the sun in the west, I come late to look forward to the moon to shine on the screen window, I heard the yellow dog called Wang, suspected that Brother Liang came to my village, Brother Liang is lazy to put the dressing table, think Brother Liang from night to daylight, August osmanthus fragrance, September chrysanthemum yellow, October frost, I don't see my Liang Lang."

Soon came back to his senses, but did not restrain his smile, Weng Huaijing resounded the "Great Wall Tune", and hurriedly ended his performance with a "Brother Yingtai Si" after wishing Yingtai to return to the village, and soon Professor Weng did not care about others at all, and continued to have spring water in his eyes in front of everyone, and Qingbo looked forward to Gu Xiangyanqing, which made her not hesitate to bloom her crescent moon eyes, and her smile was mixed with a bit of indescribable anger.

"No, it's not like indulging in the beautiful melody of 'Liang Zhu' and refusing to look away... Did I make some trouble, obviously I made a special trip to check that there was no violin concerto in this time and space, could it be that "I" had mentioned it to Xiao Ge, or maybe we had some agreement about this piece, and we wouldn't show my feet..."

Yan Qing was hit like a bullet by this "spring breeze blowing Revlon", Yan Daochun, who slowly stopped playing the guitar in his hand, was a little weak and timid, just as he tried to continue to communicate with Weng Huaijing with his eyes, Yili's suppressed cry and Zhao Mu's comforting voice sounded in his ears at the right time.

"Ah Li, don't cry, everyone is not laughing at you, there is nothing to be ashamed of when you like someone sincerely..."

With a bit of hatred in her tone, Zhao Mu hugged Yili, who was crying delicately, and secretly glanced at Yan Qing's reaction, she continued to grit her teeth hatefully and said: "What about your Zhai Yining, although there is some stubbornness, but it is much more upright than those stinky men who love to hide and dare not find out." ”

The meaning of Zhao Mu's words was secretly poking and poking at Yan Qing, which also made him look at Weng Huaijing with a little more pity in his eyes: "Look, Zhao Mu also knows how to pick soft persimmons and pinch them, the result of her not daring to provoke you is that I am crazy about lying down..."

With a raised eyebrow, Weng Huaijing deliberately staggered the weak eyes handed by Yan Qing, as if she didn't care about Zhao Mu's finger scolding Huai, she nodded at the guitar in the man's hand with a pair of smiling eyes like a peach blossom, and then responded with a soft white eye: "Who told you to give them such an impression?" I haven't settled accounts with you yet, but I still complain about me!"

"It seems that the changes brought about by "Liang Zhu"... It's generally good, and the state of buzzing and revealing ... Rejoicing and courageous, wouldn't that be if I could..."

A bold idea came spontaneously, Yan Zhan held the piano in his arms, and handed out his right hand to Weng Huaijing, with a few wisps of eagerness in his eyes: "Do you really think I dare not say something in public?"

Gently stuffed the director's microphone into Yan Qing's hand, and the shame of Weng Huaijing in her eyes grew, and finally she staggered her gaze: "That's your own business!"

The jumping bonfire set off the red Weng Huaijing beautifully, and a touch of red unconsciously climbed up her slender and slender swan neck, this scene is just like what Yan wrote in "Yulou Spring": "The wind wakes up with the wind on the face of Qiong crisp wine, and a wisp of oblique red comes to the evening mirror." ”

Persistently entangled the embarrassed Weng Huaiyi with his eyes, but before Yan Qing could reply with "Isn't my business your business, what else do we share with each other...", and other unashamed eyes, Miao Miao, who finally remembered that her crew was coordinating her own work, raised her mobile phone and interrupted their eyebrows: "Brother Qing'er, Sister Jing'er~"

"It's all thanks to your "Shanbo Sending Off" that is so good, there have been several phone calls from Director Su Gangsu, and I have hung up all of them..."

The hot eyes that Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing turned around at the same time were so hot that Miao Miao stuck out her little tongue and squinted her eyes, and she had some expectations Ai Ai continued: "Eh, the set is finally finished, let us hurry up and start filming." ”

Mr. Meow's voice was soft and glutinous, but after all, she still held the vice microphone in her hand, which was clearly transmitted throughout the set through the director's microphone speaker.

Democ Sen clapped his hands: "Oh, it's finally time to start working, we really watched a big show tonight..."

The steady and sophisticated Mo Ran looked around: "Hey, don't make trouble, don't you feel it, Director Yan's part is also very suitable for our movie..."

The melon-eating crowd who was full of wine and food, listened to songs, watched plays, and even enjoyed the song also knew the temperament of the two people in the crowd who were still communicating with each other, they didn't have too many expectations, but with a satisfied comfort on their faces, they got up and prepared to transfer one after another.

Zhao Zhongyi and Mo Ran, who were in a mess, looked at each other: "It's a bit appropriate, isn't it a coincidence, Lao Mo, think about it, Dongfang and Linghu, who are in different camps, happen to be unable to be together because of the blood feud between the camps..."

Zhou Siwen, who hooked his shoulders and put his back on his back, said casually: "So is it the inspiration given by "Liang Zhu" or "Laughing-East"? Director Yan's melody always feels familiar to me..."

The sound of squirming was in her ears, and when she heard that everyone deliberately avoided the topic that Zhao Mu was talking about, Weng Huaijing breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, holding her hands in front of her chest, she looked at Yan Qing frankly, and did not forget to condense the slightest hint of banter in her eyes: "Count you out!"

It is true that Weng Huaijing's acting skills are outstanding, but the subtext revealed by his eyes and movements can't be hidden from Yan Qing, he smiled brightly, and confided his heart to his sweetheart with clear and translucent eyes: "But I don't want to escape! It's an honor to tell people I like you."

"You!"

The moment they looked at each other, the blush climbed from Weng Huai's white velvety neck to her cheeks and the corners of her eyes, her peach blossom eyes blinked, her eyelashes trembled, as if she was weakly reprimanding Yan Qing, but a partial smile flowed, maintaining the entanglement of her gaze.

"It's time for the transition, is that all there is?"

While sobbing softly, wiping the tears that came out of her feelings like a decent look, Yi Li secretly observed Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing with the help of her fingers, she choked and muttered to Zhao Mu: "Mu Mu, our plan seems to have failed..."

"It's beautiful to like someone, what's not to see, obviously they like each other, and they are all artists who rely on their works..."

Hugging Yili, Zhao Mu continued to look at Yan Qing with hatred, and his mouth was still broken: "Why does Brother Qing have to hide his feelings and keep them a secret." ”

"I like where to hide a person, even if you cover your mouth, it will still slip out of your eyes..."

Zhao Mu and Yi Li's whispered complaints that this would not attract a counterattack, Yan Qing, who had a tailwind ear, was completely intoxicated by Weng Huaijing's gentle eyebrows at the moment, but Luo Bing leaned over, her jaw rushed to the opposite side lightly, and her aunt smiled and comforted: "Oh, look at their state, even if it is a secret, it is the brightest secret, isn't that enough!" ”

"Yes, it's because of the buzz that the darkest secret in my heart has now become the brightest secret."

Love a person's good, brightest secret... The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, a torrent rushed out of Yan Qing's chest, and Weng Huaijing's silent gaze added a little turbulence to this undercurrent, and naturally he raised the director's microphone in his hand: "Before the transition, I still have a few words to say..."

Hearing that the voice from the speaker trembled violently, Yan Qing paused slightly, and after taking two deep breaths, he looked at Yili and Zhao Mu beside Luo Bing, and after smiling brightly, he completely calmed down his speech: "Thank you both for your perseverance and giving me courage..."

"I'm afraid this courage is not given by us, but..."Aiming at Weng Huaijing, who was still smiling even if the corners of his eyes were red, Zhao Mu, who continued to think about it, was about to complain a few more words, but was quickly stopped by Luo Bing.

"Everyone broke our hearts, but I actually made a song with Xiao Ge... That's exactly what everyone has been concerned about..."

Frank and swaying around, almost every crew and program team employee who gradually regained their feet nodded and signaled, Yan Qing, who had organized the language, re-stabilized his voice in the soft and mellow bass area: "There are many beautiful things in the world: the new sunshine in the morning, the overjoyed evening, the white skirt blown by the evening breeze~"

"The sun, the evening, the skirt... He's metaphorically... The wallpaper between Linghu and the East, the perfect date on the fly, the long dress I wore that night..."

The tip of Dai is low, the peach calyx is broken, Weng Huaijing smiles lightly, and lets the roots of his ears be red all over.

“… The nascent mud in the spring, the hot sand in the summer, the girls singing in the fall..."

“… There are also warm quilts in winter, green tiles and red bricks in the deep alleys in my memory, willows and moss in front of the court..."

“… A bonfire full of tenderness and stories, the moon written in poems and movies, and a lover with crimson eyes and gentle eyebrows. ”

A few bonfires gradually burned to the end, pausing the transition and slowly returning to tranquility, facing everyone's eager gaze, Yan Qing continued to express his chest, but every time he said a word, the tenderness in Weng Huai's eyes became more and more intense.

"It's all good, we said we're going to take our time this time, but... I like Weng Huaijing, there is nothing I dare not admit..."

The moonlight sprinkled from the clouds, the bamboo leaves in the forest rustled tirelessly, and even the evening breeze in the late autumn of the imperial capital seemed to be moved by Yan Qing's heartfelt feelings, and became extraordinarily soft, calm and powerful full of magnetic bass continued: "I Yan Qing, always! I'm Yan Qing, forever! I like Weng Huaijing! ”

Although it can be clearly seen that Weng Huaijing just bowed her head slightly and her eyes were closed, it seemed that she had no idea of turning around or feintting, but she knew the truth of being too late, and Yan Qing, who was red and red again, waved his hand: "Let's transfer~ everyone!" ”

As if nothing had happened, all the people on the set were extremely cooperative with Director Yan, who was rarely brave for a while, resisting the urge to heckle and cheer, and they started their respective preparations for the transition work in an orderly and efficient manner.

In this way, the last night scene of "Smiling Proud Jianghu - Undefeated in the East" finally started filming in a depressed and joyful atmosphere, with the set of the art team's excellence, and the cooperation between the actors who have repeatedly played the scene is also quite tacit, plus the director is proud of the spring breeze, and the group scene scheduling is even more handy, and the filming time was originally scheduled for an hour and a half.

After Yan Qing, who still returned to the hotel room with a smile, cleaned everything up, he felt happy and comfortable after confiding his heart in public, and after receiving a long message from Weng Huaijing, he completely understood what the joy and anger in his sweetheart's eyes were telling.

[I heard that it is a combination of Yue Opera's "Eighteen Phases of Sending Off" and Kunqu Opera's "Butterfly", and it seems that there are many other traditional local operas... This is what we said we would say, to sample the traditional opera and integrate the beauty of the East into Western classical music.

The lead part must be violin and piano, right? The violin is really suitable for the theme of "Liang Zhu", it is slender, powerful and tenacious, and the timbre and expressiveness of the high range are almost impossible to compare with the instruments, which is too suitable for the performance of Zhu Yingtai, a woman like Zhu Yingtai...

I clearly said that I would go to the theater, listen to music, and collect materials together after returning to China...

~Hmph~ Some people didn't keep the agreement at the time, and actually finished writing it secretly

But ~ this piece really does what you said about the beauty of Eastern and Western classical music

I want to learn the piano part~]