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Imperial Capital Huairou

Yanqi Kempinski Hotel

Clouds of Residence

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"Western design is the bone, and the East is the soul."

After returning to the room and taking a quick shower and changing clothes, Yan Qing entered the Yunju under the guidance of Zhou Peipei, and it was only then that he understood how accurate Weng Huaijing's description of the decoration style of this lakeside villa in the text message was.

As Weng Huaijing said, the decoration style of Yunju organically integrates the traditional Chinese heritage and modern aesthetics, dilutes the sense of heaviness and wealth of the traditional Chinese style, and integrates the beauty of the simple and neat line design of the West while retaining the elegant temperament of the East.

"The delicate and subtle plum blossom pattern wall depicts plum blossoms and magpies, and the classical elements pay attention to the picture must be intentional, the meaning must be auspicious, and the oriental spiritual realm of elegance and subtlety, dignified and abundant."

Yan Qing calmly greeted the people in the house, Shao Qing and Miao Miao had already cleaned up, and looked at him with a smile with several other girls. ”

"Brother Qing, when did you become so interested in interior design..."

Seeing that Yan Qing's eyes had been lingering on the various decorations of Yunju after entering the door, Yi Yi took the lead in asking: "Is it that the "Talent Co., Ltd." on TV is not good-looking, or is it a weak heart, or..."

"Brother Qing'er, you let girls live in villas in order to show your gentlemanly demeanor before, do you regret it now?"

Singing and harmonizing with Yi Yi is naturally Miao Miao.

Shao Qing pulled out his knife to help: "No, he just doesn't dare to watch TV, so we have to pause and wait for them." ”

Li Hanyuan, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, said coquettishly: "Brother Qing, look at TV, look at Sister Jing." ”

The old face was red, Yan Qing couldn't help but raise his eyes and swept towards the stairwell with his residual vision, Weng Huaijing didn't come downstairs, and it was estimated that he was still bathing and changing clothes upstairs.

Zhang Yameng, who was delicate and had always maintained her concentration, saw through Yan Qing's intentions, and she corrected: "Han Kite, you are too bad, deliberately misleading Brother Qing, do it all over again!" ”

Counting the naturally stupid classmate Zhou Peipei, several girls said in unison: "Brother Qing, look at the nostalgia on TV!" ”

The old face was flushed, and the reason why Yan Qingjin had been looking at the decoration was naturally because the content of the suspended program in the 90-inch full-HD flat-screen LCD TV in the living room was really embarrassing, especially the six girls who were sitting neatly on the sofa and were planning to do crazy things.

"The show I did two weeks ago was only broadcast today, and it's too funny, obviously I calculated the time... It stands to reason that this will be almost halfway through, and who knew that they had been pausing waiting for me and Buzz."

Yan Qing's embarrassed expression at the right time made the girls feel satisfied, and after thinking about it, Miao Miao, who was waiting for the opportunity, rushed out one step ahead of Zhou Peipei.

"Sister Jing'er, are you down? Oh, your headband..."

Yan Qing turned his head to look at the stairwell again, Weng Huaijing wore a white bud sleeve dress with a little princess style, the retro French round neck hid her collarbone with an amazing arc tightly, the layers of broken waves and flowers tied up the waist with a special grip, the fluttering ruffle skirt with a sense of light air, the length of the skirt just exposed the thinnest part of her ankle, from top to bottom from the inside to the outside exuding demure and elegance.

She wore incense, returned to the wind and danced in the snow, took the hairband handed by Miao Miao, and then stretched her slender white arm to tie up a thin and smooth green silk at will, revealing a swan-like delicate and smooth neck.

"The Yi people are dressed in snow, and the air is as elegant as tea..."

"Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving..."

"It's as white as snow on a mountain, and as bright as the moon among the clouds..."

"The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon..."

「……」

In this flash of light, Yan Qing actually came up with a lot of ancient poems praising the beauty of Yiren's costumes, but in a blink of an eye, he felt that these words were too pale, and Yan Dao, who continued to try to search his intestines and scrape his stomach, looked even more stunned in the eyes of everyone.

"Wow! Sister Jing'er, here, look, neck control he's here again..."

Miao Miao muttered and told Weng Huaijing about Yan Qing's appearance when he first saw the appearance video.

Professor Weng, who was as delicate as an elk in Moriya, turned his gaze to Yan Qing, who was still in a daze, her eyes were sparkling and clear, and her eyes under the long eyelashes were like two drops of crystal dew that wanted to escape from the lotus palm.

"I can prove that Brother Qing only controls Sister Jing..."

Zhang Yameng added that when she first arrived, because she didn't understand the experience of lying down in a ponytail, she helped Yan Qing out of the siege, which made Miao Miao's face flush, and also made Weng Huaijing's eyes reveal a little smile.

This smile is clean, gentle, soft and cute, jerky, with the sweetness of girls and flowers, Yan Qing only felt that every pore of his body was full of joy, and he thought of the most appropriate words to describe his amazement.

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The spring of the half-tree spitting

Gather and disperse slow-moving clouds

The month of sorrow and purity

Hanging snow and freezing pines

All of this is hard to impress me anymore

All white since you is not gentle

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It was too late, it was too late, the two were still in a state of eye contact, and Yan Qing tried to convey his emotions in a bundle of eyes.

Weng Huaijing probably understood seven or eight points on her side, and she quickly turned around and glanced at her with disgust: "The oil tone is slippery, I don't believe it!"

"Okay, the protagonist has arrived, we can watch TV~"

Seeing that Miao Miao pulled Weng Huaijing to sit on the chaise longue, Yan Qing also Shi Shiran sat down on the Ming and Qing Dynasty style backrest seat at the other end, and Yi Yi hurriedly pressed the play button on the Pad screen.

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"In fact, negative emotions are not far away from our lives, and every adult will feel particularly tired at times, but we will subconsciously pretend to be casual to protect ourselves."

After reading his contribution story on the TV screen, Yan Qingzheng sat and looked at the camera, and he explained his views seriously: "It's like parking the car when you go home from work, many people are used to sitting in the car for a while, not wanting to talk or move. ”

After a slight pause, Yan Qing pursed his lips and smiled, he continued to look at the camera: "Many people will have a dead end in their hearts, they can't get out by themselves, and others can't break in." ”

On the sofa on the right side of the screen, Weng Huaijing, who sat elegantly in a duchess's reclining position, finally opened his mouth to take over the topic: "Frankly expressing the true thoughts in your heart is not an easy thing for ordinary people, let alone autistic people." ”

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"Yi Yi, the show has begun, pause quickly!"

Shao Qing imitated Yan Qing's tone, spied at Weng Huai with his eyes, and continued tentatively: "Huai... Huai longing, very well-said..."

Laughing, Yan Qinghuo glanced at Weng Huai, and she was also smiling like a picture.

Li Hanyuan imitated the posture of the director of the show: "Brother Qing, let's do it all over again." ”

Miao Miao's milk voice pretended to be deep: "Professor Weng said it very well..."

Li Hanyuan continued to imitate Liu Mingren: "Click! Brother Qing, that title just now is very good..."

Zhang Yameng scolded: "Meow, this section doesn't work, do it again!" ”

Holding up Weng Huaijing, Miao Miao sighed helplessly: "Huaijing is right, this is always okay." ”

Yi Yi laughed and said, "Pepe, was Brother Qing really embarrassed like this at that time..."

Zhou Peipei looked forward to the expressions of Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing, and she deliberately concealed it: "It's not as exaggerated as them, let's continue to look down." ”

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Yan Qingfeng on TV said lightly: "Huai Jing is right, the starting point of "Words Don't Reach Meaning" is a kind of empathy, but as long as you can build a bridge for the society to be willing to understand autism, you will be satisfied." ”

"So... You have a lyric that says this..."

His eyes wandered a little, and Weng Huaijing slowly said: I also want to build a bridge with you and establish a tacit understanding, but I can't say anything. ”

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No one in the Yunju dared to make fun of Weng Huaijing's performance, only Shao Qing, who was fiddling with his mobile phone, raised his head and said to Yi Yi: "Why don't we combine the barrage and take a look... I just sent one..."

Yi Yi is obviously not a master who is afraid of things, she turned on the barrage switch on the pad from the good flow.

The huge LCD screen was instantly filled with barrages of white flowers:

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...〈Lifetimeage Series〈

"All stand up!" 〈

..."〈I announce that I am close to nature CP today for the New Year〉

"Vision! Nostalgia! 〈

"Go away! People shouldn't! 〈

"Yan Qing! Yan Qing! 〈

"Lina! Lina! 〈

"Grid! Little grid! 〈

...〈It's so natural〈

"Showing my aunt's smile"

"Ma Ma cried"

Who wants to call Professor Weng if you can call Huaijing?

"Yan Qing is on fire!" 〈

More sincerity, less routines.

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Under the translucent explosion barrage on the TV screen, Yan Qing said to the camera with a spring breeze on his face: "Because of the music style, yes, we exchanged manuscripts again, so please share the manuscript she chose with you." ”

Sitting next to her, Weng Huaijing, who maintains an elegantly reclined posture, tells the novella she has chosen in a slightly cold voice.

Shao Qing continued to bow her head and edit the barrage, and she invisibly led the rhythm of everyone's barrage by example.

Taking advantage of the girls' attention attracted by the barrage on the screen and the mobile phones in their hands, the two people sitting at opposite ends of the living room secretly raised their eyebrows again.

In the past two weeks, this bridge of communication has gradually stabilized, Yan Qing's eyes have always wandered between Weng Huai's beautiful face and the skirt hanging on the chaise longue, his gaze is sometimes focused and sometimes discrete, diffusing the innocent love of a teenager.

Tsundere: "You seem to like to like to see my white dress!"

First Love: "Isn't it natural for a boy to love to see his girl wearing white clothes?"

The eyelashes fluttered, the corners of the eyes were slightly red, and the arrogant eyes rolled back quietly: "I don't understand, what do you want to express..."

glanced at the girls who were busy competing with the level of the barrage, and regained their gaze, and there was disgust in the eyes of the first love: "This group of people is so annoying..."

Weng Huaijing pursed his lips lightly, held back a smile, and glared slightly: "I think you hate it more..."

Yan Qing's eyes were full of grievance and shock, he stared at the other side tightly, his eyes seemed to say, "I hate it? I'm afraid you'll be shy, and I'm not afraid of others laughing..."

Weng Huaijing's eyes were shining, and she naturally glanced at Shao Qing and Miao Miao a few times, as if she wanted to express, "Huh? I'm generous with what to be afraid of..."

Raising his eyebrows knowingly, Yan Qing's eyes locked on Weng Huai: "Then let's look at each other and see who is more cowardly..."

In response to a disgusted look, Weng Huaijing did not look away, she seemed to be coquettish: "Don't make trouble..."

After holding on for less than 30 seconds, Yan Qing found that the peach blossoms were burning on the opposite side, and he took the initiative to surrender and slightly deviated his gaze. "I'm scared of you..."

Weng Huai smiled with his eyebrows: "It's almost..."

The two of them who were looking at each other outside the screen reached a consensus, and they tacitly redirected their gaze to the TV.

And on the screen, after reading the script, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing kept their distance, and they seemed to be detached from each other, and they continued to play back and forth about the word "Undercurrent".

After two weeks, all this seems to the two of them at this time, and there is a sweet taste in their hearts.

Unconsciously, everything on the LCD screen switched from the reception sofa area to the small stage, and the seventh issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." officially transitioned from the manuscript reading session to the sample sharing.

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Huhai Pan Thai 984 skyline

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There was no pause and waiting, and the program on the TV here had been broadcast normally to the picture of the upcoming performance.

Unexpectedly, there was no part of the flying guests, the screen was completely black, and the spotlights were directly lit up one by one, relighting the stage.

The camera zooms in, Weng Huaijing Qingqing Lili sits in front of the upright piano, she cranes her neck like a swan, and looks to the left to cast a glance.

Yan Qing held the acoustic guitar and naturally sat on the stool next to her.

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"How do I feel like I've seen this scene, so familiar..."

Scrolling the script with his left hand, Yuan Yuqiu sat a little casually, and the index finger of his right hand unconsciously tapped the table, and he looked at the TV playfully.

"Ah, Mr. Yuan, the sixth live broadcast with a lot of word-of-mouth, the first half of the first half also uses this camera setting..."

Yin Enhui pushed the black-rimmed glasses, and after giving Yuan Yuqiu a very restrained glance, she obediently followed Yuan Gongzi's instructions and frequently raised her chin to Helen to demonstrate.

"Childish!"

Helen's cold eyes swept over the faces of Yin Enhui and Yuan Yuqiu, and finally stopped at the script in Yuan Gongzi's hand, and she said casually: "No. 113 poison pill, adapted from the company's script library - the plot of the first half of "Pheromones and Dopamine". ”

"A broken love, two old lovers who agreed to no longer contact due to the shackles of the past, and the story of re-falling in love after many years."

Yuan Yuqiu no longer had a hippie smile, and he added his feelings after reading: "It's similar to the topic that Professor Weng and the target talked about at the reading meeting, hiding the suppressed feelings of longing..."

"The third poison pill... Finally ushered in a correct interpretation... Professor Weng's shot is different..."

Han Shuhui waited like a gambler for Yan Qing to open his voice behind the microphone on the TV screen.

"I guess it's enough, from the analysis of the fragmented fragments that flowed out of the sample appreciation meeting and the rehearsal stage..."

Zhang Jiaxun poured cold water and said: "Music is a carrier... So far, there are only two submissions with high repetition, "Light Chaser", "Don't break my heart"..."

"Let's listen to the song..."

Li Shuyu complained: "As an aside, I think the money came too quickly." ”

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Weng Huaijing's piano gradually ceased after a string of colorful Solo, her slender fingers hovering over the keys before sinking into a few sets of dissonant monokey notes.

The acoustic guitar finger play in his arms was added to the accompaniment, Yan Qing was very close to the microphone, and his lazy singing voice with a hint of nasality was like a soft whisper in his ear:

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"No matter how deep the sky is

No cracks can be seen

The brow was still full of dense clouds

Even if it's a dark house

If you don't wear me,

It can still reflect your heart'

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"Shhh This song is a bit smoky..."

Li Shuyu took out a cigarette and a mobile phone, and he changed his words like a slap in the face at the speed of light: "I have to pay to download it back and criticize it again." ”

After several dissemination by Yuan Yuqiu, Zhang Jiaxun's criticism has become a classic stalk of the project team, and every mention of it will make the atmosphere in the conference room much happier.

"Team Leader Li is right, and he must be criticized fiercely."

The initiator, Zhang Jiaxun, also shook his head and clicked on the whispering music interface.

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PS: "Undercurrent"

Original singer: Faye Wong

Lyrics: Lin Xi

Composer and arranger: Chen Huiyang

Album included: 1997, Toys

Author's recommendation: Huang Yiyun searched for Chang Shilei's version, and I listened to this version of the code.