The scene was chaotic for a while...

"Then let's start with Weng..."

Perhaps it was Yan Qing's mellow and deep voice that played a soothing role.

"Professor Weng received this manuscript and began to explain the creative ideas of the demo."

Maybe it was because I saw Weng Huaijing, Shi Shiran picked up the guitar in his arms and sat up again.

Maybe it's both, coupled with Shao Qing's soft persuasion, the restless Miao Miao finally quieted down...

The thigh muscles are slightly exerted, and the knees are gently pushed up, it seems that Yan Qing is adjusting the position of the accordion in his arms, but in fact, he continues to use the camera sense in reverse, with the help of the cover of the body of the piano, he is secretly observing someone next to him.

Weng Huaijing moved a little to the front of the sofa, lowered her knees tightly, and elegantly adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position, she even had time to glance at Miao Miao, who was still trapped in Shao Qing's arms not far away, which would have given up struggling.

"The manuscript was voted by the whispering netizen @黔首於心, her grandmother's experience and a few lines of text left by an elder in my family... The content is extremely compatible. ”

Weng Huaijing lightly relayed the few lines of inner confession left by her mother Weng Yu, and then admitted to the camera frankly: "Since I really don't have any knowledge of melody, I sent the story and those lines of text to... Yan Qing. ”

"After reading Grandma Du's story and Professor Weng's handwritten text, the first scene that came to my mind was actually the ten-mile ocean field in Shanghai in the first and twenties of the last century..."

Yan Qing took over very kindly: "There is a person standing in the middle of the dance floor... Wearing a silk veil and gloves embellished with black mesh, a well-cut cheongsam and a snow-white fox fur collar. ”

Yan Qing played the accordion in his arms and continued to describe in a low, magnetic voice:

"She swayed her waist gently in front of the steel standing microphone with a unique and glamorous voice of that era, and sang a low voice, singing songs that seemed to never end, waiting for someone who seemed to never return..."

The accordion, which was held in Yan Qing's arms, slowly played a poignant melody like the whispering of a deep boudoir woman.

Naturally and calmly turned to Weng Huaijing beside him, Yan Qing's control words carried some hints: "It's natural..."The melody of "Waiting for a Life" just flowed out..."

Hearing the string song and knowing the elegant meaning, the guitar in Weng Huaijing's hand accurately cut into the melody.

With some natural tacit understanding, the two narrated the story to the camera in a purely musical ensemble.

After the song was finished, many delicate staff members had slightly moist eyes, and the whole recording scene seemed extraordinarily quiet...

Liu Mingren, who was very satisfied with the recording progress, waved his hand, and he picked up the director's microphone: "Very good, let's rest for 20 minutes before recording." ”

"Let the wind go..."

"Isn't this going to be one?"

"Let's go..."

Suddenly, there were three or two suppressed cheers, and the young TV people, hooking their shoulders and backs, began to rush to the stairwell, and the scene was filled with a happy atmosphere again.

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"The cameras are turned off, and the radio microphones are no longer lit red..."

After looking around, putting down the accordion in his arms, Yan Qing moved to the side, leaned to the left slightly, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Later... Father... Can you give me back my guitar? There's a song here that needs to be guitared......"

Weng Huaijing's face was expressionless, as if she hadn't heard Yan Qing's words, she even moved her sitting posture again, leaning back on the other side of the sofa a little, and her demeanor was still elegant.

Yan Qing, who had admitted that he had a good temper, couldn't help but be a little annoyed when he saw the other party's response like this, and he continued to lower his voice: "This is my qin!" Father... Professor Weng, then you lend me as an envoy..."

Weng Huaijing's slender and sharp eyebrows trembled slightly, a faint red at the corner of her eyes gently stretched, her voice was still cold and tight, and the size was no different from usual: "My piano... Not lending..."

Yan Qing suddenly felt a breath choked in his throat, and he quickly looked around, glad that no one was paying attention to their communication, and the film team had almost dispersed, leaving only Mo Ran, Liu Mingren, and Zhang Yameng, who were old and serious, to stay at the scene.

"It seems that Tamson took a few other young videographers to the yard to have a smoke, and Shao Qing also went out with Xiao Meow?"

He was very ashamed of why he looked like he was naturally at a loss every time he stayed next to Weng Huaijing, so he dared to get closer to Weng Huaijing, and said in a voice the size of a mosquito: "Weng... Professor Weng, could you please be quiet... Lend me a little one... Hush... Don't let anyone hear it. ”

"The body is not afraid of crooked shadows, why should you speak quietly..."

Although her mouth was so reasonable, Weng Huai's cheeks couldn't help but turn crimson, and her voice in response was rarely lowered a few degrees, she seemed to realize that she was acting like this, and lowered her head and replied softly: "Buzz... The surname Yan... Are you liberating your nature here? ”

Yan Qing was so choked that his chest was stuffy for a while, and he scratched the back of his head a little anxiously: "Weng Huaijing, what do you want me to do to be willing to borrow my piano?" ”

"That old chapter is very beautiful, and there is a little meow at home..."

Glancing at Yan Qing's hairstyle, Weng Huai's trembling peach blossom eyes became more and more conspicuous, and she continued to whisper to Yan Qing when her beautiful eyes flowed: "I'm not young and I love to provoke little girls so much, if you want me to say, it's still six clean shapes for you, this hair will grow again, it's really ugly..."

"And that's not because of you..."

Remembering that her previous monk-like appearance was due to the person in front of her, coupled with her insinuations, Yan Qing's heart was even more angry, and he lowered his voice and turned offensively: "Yo, you shouldn't be jealous." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Jean... Borrowing you is..."

After Weng Huaijing heard these words, his eyes were suddenly round, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he pushed the guitar in his arms into Yan Qing's hand with shame and anger, and then turned his back to him, with a trace of anger in his voice: "Old rules, Yan Yisa, give the master a little song." ”

"The old rules? What rules..."

"Yan Yisa? What kind of name is this... It's not like a nickname..."

"Master? You are a relative of the emperor, and I am a servant servant?"

"Little Qu'er?" I used to sing to her a lot..."

Weng Huaijing's words were very informative, and although Yan Qing was puzzled, he could only silently keep this passage in his heart for the time being.

Yan Qing lowered his head and gently rubbed the piano in his hand, the feel was still so familiar, the strings were newly replaced, and the overall repair was good.

However, he noticed a small pick box under the six strings near the neck.

Holding his hand against the paddle box and gently pushing it to the other side, Yan Qing skillfully removed the paddle box, he looked up and meowed, Weng Huaijing was still facing away from him.

Pinched the paddle box and gently broke it open, there were two heart-shaped paddles made of glossy black nylon stacked inside, Yan Qing took a closer look:

A laser is used to carve out the word "grid" on one paddle, and the other is the three letters "Yen".

"It's over... I may have made a mistake doing the beat before... I use Yim, and "I" use Yen..."

In his previous life, as a Pengcheng person, he clearly understood that these three letters also represented the meaning of the Cantonese phonetic symbol Yan, and forcibly suppressed other distracting thoughts, Yan Qing concentrated on analyzing the information in front of him.

"So, does it represent Weng Huaijing?"

Yan Qing suddenly remembered the New York mobile phone number that started with 1212 stored in her mobile phone address book, and the remarks seemed to be "Gege".

"She's not a Manchu, just a nickname? But she calls herself the master again, so that when the name of the show was set last time, she and Xiao Meow had a stalemate..."Ge" seems to have a deep meaning..."

Re-clodded the paddle box, properly placed it on the coffee table, and looked at the back of the clear and deprived in front of him, this scene always made Yan Qing feel extremely familiar.

"This must be the first time she has turned her back in front of me, and it's the first time she's said so much, why do I feel this way..."

I don't know if it's because of the subtle effect of the faint rosemary fragrance in the air, Yan Qing felt more and more in his heart that Weng Huai looked like he was looking at this moment, and he was arrogant... And with some cuteness.

"What kind of song are you singing... No one has come back yet, so there's plenty of time..."

Looking around left and right, Yan Qing was thinking in his heart, and a bold idea suddenly came out...

"If you want to make fun of my bald head, I like to talk insinuatingly, don't you claim that you want to listen to me sing a little song..."

A vague smile appeared inadvertently at the corner of Yan Qing's mouth.

"Then let me tease you, Buzz, tsundere..."

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