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No. 18, Xuanwumenwai Street, Xicheng, Imperial Capital

JW Marriott Hotel Yuecai

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JW Marriott Yuecai is the nearest five-star hotel to the concert hall of the National Centre for the Performing Arts in China, and it is also the designated hotel for the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra to tour the imperial capital.

Room 829 of the VIP Building, Yuan Yuyue's own money to upgrade the garden suite.

"Sister Yue'er, just for this show, you don't want to go to the cocktail party organized by Chairman Chen of the Chinese Classical Musicians Association? I can see it when I come back..."

Meng Yan, who was wearing a red backless evening dress, looked at Yuan Yuyue nestled in the sofa pitifully.

"I'm a violinist, not a socialist, Yan'er, you can go if you want, it's still too late."

Yuan Yuyue, who was taking off her makeup and applying her mask, stared at the TV intently, her tone with a faint sense of alienation.

Lifting the skirt of the evening dress, Meng Yan lingered at the night scene of the imperial capital outside the window with bright lights and traffic, and then glanced at the time on the mobile phone screen, she hesitated to turn to the TV screen:

Initial website: m.

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Yan Qingzheng sat upright in front of the drum kit, swaying freely to beat a series of rapid drum beats.

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Meng Yan hesitated for a moment and then walked to the sofa, with a simple smile on her face: "Sister Yue'er, if you don't go, I don't think the drinking party will be interesting..."

She sat down carefully at the front of the sofa one meter away from Yuan Yuyue, looked at the TV screen and sighed:

"I didn't expect Yan Qing to be able to play drums, he is really versatile, piano, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums... He knows how to rock the YMCA instruments..."

Seeing that Meng Yan chose to stay in the hotel with him and praised Yan Qing again, Yuan Yuyue's chatting interest suddenly became thick again.

She picked up the hem of her silk nightgown and sat up, moved to Meng Yan's side, and said with a bright look in her eyebrows: "He likes classical music, he knows a lot of musical instruments, the violin is naturally good, the orchestra is not separated, he can also play the flute and ocarina, he plays it well, haven't you watched the biopic "Li Yu"..."

"This issue is going to be performed soon, no wonder Sister Yue'er, you refuse to move your nest... Oh, Li Yu? It's all about the guests of the men's and women's groups..."

Holding Yuan Yuyue's arm, Meng Yan focused her attention on the TV screen.

"Maybe it has something to do with the song "Seve" in the last issue, isn't the program group's whispering account announced, this issue will have a practice room version, teaching the audience how to dance ghost step dance..."

I don't know for what purpose, Yuan Yuyue instigated Meng Yan to join her: "Yan'er, you will learn with me later, and we will also shoot a video and send it to Whisper."

"Okay, we can change into evening dresses and dance on the piano..."

With a turn of her eyes, Meng Yan nodded happily.

"Yan'er, you're so smart, yes, I have taken off the score of "Seve" before, I asked the housekeeper to send some scented candles to be arranged in the garden as a background, and by the way, I will shoot a video for us..."

After that, Yuan Yuyue happily kissed Meng Yan's cheek.

"The performance has begun, let's see first... Hey, Weng Huaijing stood in front of the microphone, no, could it be that Weng Huaijing sang the two songs in this issue..."

Yuan Yuyue's attention was firmly attracted by the TV, and she didn't notice the large scarlet scarlet between the apple muscles on both sides of Meng Yanqiao's face.

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Shichahai

No. 233, Shibei Hutong

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It only took an hour and a half to complete the usual two-hour training volume, and Yan Qing didn't forget to run back to his building to take a simple shower, and after changing his pajamas, he trotted all the way back to the office building.

Before entering the building, Yan Qing quickly took a few sets of deep breaths to let his body relax as much as possible, and then he paced and pushed open the door of the conference room casually.

The idea is perfect, the reality is very skinny, and after entering the door, Yan Qing's sight was firmly locked by the picture on the TV screen:

Weng Huaijing tied her head, wore a pair of ripped jeans, a men's white shirt on her upper body, and tied a bow at the waist at the hem, just like when Yan Qing first saw her, vaguely revealing a beautiful vest line.

Under the piano accompaniment of Yan Qing outside the painting, Weng Huaijing picked up the Gesang flower and sang to herself, her tactful and slow singing voice was sad but not sad, with an indescribable intoxicating warmth:

I'm wearing your clothes today

Didn't keep you, but still warm

Hovering between bitter and sweet

Restraining the urge to blush on his old face, the cranky Yan Qing secretly glanced at the back row of the conference room, Miao Miao's attention was on the screen, and Zhang Yameng held the phone and winked at him slightly.

I can't wear it

This ambiguous eye

Love or affection

Borrowed to fill for a night

Eventually, they must all be returned

Needless to be greedy

waited until Weng Huaijing's shallow chanting and low singing temporarily stopped, and "Ambiguous" entered the interlude stage, Yan Qing announced his entry openly:

"Old Zhang... I'm here.,Oh.,It's almost over.,Didn't we all watch it when we recorded?,Why is Meow still so engaged..."

"Ah, Brother Qing'er, here..."

Miao Miao's voice was a little unconfident, she looked at Yan Qing and Zhang Yameng nervously back and forth: "Lao Zhang, have you found it, tell me in a whisper, if you don't find it, forget it." ”

Yan Qing sat down on the empty conference chair next to Zhang Yameng, and he was habitually ready to lie down on the table and write something.

Yan Qing turned his head to look, Zhang Yameng lowered his head to check something on his phone, and Miao Miao continued to stare at the close-up of Weng Huaijing on the TV screen.

"Meow, I found it!"

As he spoke, he approached Miao Miao's ear, and Zhang Yameng left a distance of about two fists.

"Lao Zhang, be quiet, don't let Brother Qing'er hear the gossip of our girls."

Miao Miao's face flushed and she brought her ears closer.

Zhang Yameng's whispers were really like flies, and Yan Qing, who had absolute pitch sense and ear power, didn't hear what they were communicating clearly at all, but Miao Miao's reaction was obviously a lot happier.

Yan Qing naturally adjusted his sitting posture, leaned on the backrest, and stared at Zhang Yameng's mobile phone screen:

Yan Qing, who has become handy in expression management, is a little lost and a little happy in his heart at the moment, which is very complicated.

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Hesitation is between the plausible and the immaculate

I can't see through this ambiguous eye

It seems to be thick but still very light

The morning is gray and blue

I want to say goodbye

It's not too late

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Someone's psychedelic, ethereal song rang in his ears again.

the gray blue sky encountered by the Caochangdi Art Village in the North Fifth Ring Road;

The wisps of eyes that seem to cry and don't seem to cry, if they are about to leave;

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Scenes related to Weng Huaijing flowed in Yan Qing's mind again, and finally everything stopped at the voice poured out between her eyebrows and eyes: "Wait until I'm ready, okay?" ”

"Traverser" Yan Qing is still guilty and happy under the appearance of trying to restrain himself, but the balance in his heart is gradually tilting to one end, and even those gloomy secrets are gradually warmed to brightness.

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