On TV, the sound of the guitar is getting weaker, the sound of the piano has not yet taken off, Yan Qing closed his eyes, and he told the faint surge in his heart in a singing voice:

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"Let this smoke jump

My body sank

How much I wanted to be close

Your heart and your eyes

The mouth and ears have no fate

I can't even catch it.

…

The conference room gradually quieted down, and Yuan Yuqiu spread out the script again, so as to cover up the flattering eyes that Yin Enhui frequently threw over.

Yan Qing's singing voice made him empathize, and Yuan Yuqiu suppressed the surging emotions and glanced at Helen.

Wearing delicate makeup, Helen's expression is the same as that of Yan Qing on TV, both of them have their eyes closed and their expressions are calm.

This polite sense of alienation stung Yuan Yuqiu, and he got up slightly and moved the swivel chair to Yoon Eun-hye, and then looked at the TV again.

…

The piano sound under Weng Huaijing's fingers finally flowed out of a string of notes, the guitar sound also cheered up a little, and looked at the camera again, Yan Qing's eyes were faintly decadent, his lips and teeth blended, the rhyme was smooth, and his voice was in the low and central areas after entering the A part of the chorus:

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"Fear of a tragedy repeated,

My hits hit

The more beautiful things are

The more untouchable I am.

…

A smile suddenly bloomed on Helen's face, which instantly attracted all Yuan Yuqiu's attention.

And Yin Enhui's eyes looking forward to Yuan Yuqiu were very similar to his gaze towards Helen.

This strange triangular relationship is secretly fermenting in silence like resentment and admiration, like crying and complaining and surging silently, just like the feelings that Yan Qing's eyes want to express on the TV screen.

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His eyes were like singing and wanting to refuse and welcome, drowning, falling, and entangled, Yan Qing's saliva became more and more serious:

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"History repeats itself

So bustling in the city

No reason

Love can be without undercurrents

Actually, I'm going to cherish it again

What's the use of you?

Is it that this time I hold you tight

It may not be in vain.

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"He's just a devil who plays with people's hearts!"

Hateful and hateful glanced at Yan Qing, Yuan Yuqiu unlocked his mobile phone: "I'll also criticize it." ”

Mr. Yuan personally went down to the whole job, and finally made the atmosphere in the conference room a little more cheerful.

…

After entering the repeating chorus part B, Yan Qing's singing voice is like an undercurrent, turning into a flowing and quiet night.

His lips and teeth are full of irrepressible negative emotions, which can't get rid of them and get stronger and stronger, and firmly shackle people:

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"Still waiting for you to say that I don't misuse God

I have a hunch about everything

Then I couldn't open my eyes

See what fate comes

And then the sky was full of clouds.

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"Mr. Zhang, you are a professional, what would you say if you want to praise this song..."Yuan Yuqiu suddenly asked Zhang Jiaxun, a former senior music editor.

Raising his head and raising his eyebrows, Zhang Jiaxun sincerely admired: "With just the right emotions and skills, there is no natural expression of deliberate skills, Yan Qing is worthy of being a singer who has been delayed by the aura of the actor." ”

Yuan Yuqiu asked curiously: "Then what if you really want to criticize?" ”

"Heavy nasal, a lot of saliva, strange Cantonese biting, I feel like he is deliberately imitating the bite of the slightly drunk state of the pronunciation, I can't hear the ambiguity of the undercurrent but a little lazy teasing..."

After pondering for a while, Zhang Jiaxun continued to say solemnly: "In short, I personally can't appreciate it!" ”

"Some songs require clear articulation, and some songs don't necessarily have to be so rigid, but I think this saliva complements this song."

Yuan Yuqiu stared at Helen's face that was very in line with the oriental aesthetic standards, and he said slowly: "This should be my favorite Chinese song." ”

Helen chuckled softly: "Hehe, Enhui probably feels the same way..."

"I... Love you, Helena! Tell me what I'm not doing well, I'm willing to change..."

Emotions suddenly exploded, Yuan Yuqiu stood up in an uproar in the conference room, he confessed loudly to Helen, and he didn't care about Yin Eunhui who was in tears next to him.

"What do you like about me, can I change it..."

Helen got up gracefully, and after cleaning up the table, she turned to leave: "The poison pill is over... It's time to get off work... Everyone. ”

"Lost company, everyone can do it at your own leisure..."Yuan Yuqiu chased him out directly, leaving a group of dazed researchers and Yin Enhui in tears.

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Ice City Hagia Sophia Boutique Hotel

As the main sponsor of the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra in this round of tour Bingcheng Station, the hotel undertakes the task of receiving Shanghai Symphony and Shanghai Youth Symphony.

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"Yan'er, to be honest, this arrangement with his singing style makes me goosebumps all over my body go up to the top of my head..."

Holding Meng Yan tighter and snorting gently, Yuan Yuyue analyzed seriously: "Yan Qing's articulation skills and the need for close listening to this singing method require close listening, so he sticks it very close to the microphone, and maybe amplified some vocals a little to have such a good effect..."

"The undercurrent is a depressed and sad emotion, I want to let go but dare not let go, and there is a tsunami in my heart..."

Meng Yan remembered the snub she received some time ago, and she sighed with feeling: "The surface is still calm, quiet, and very timid, I feel that the whole person is too sad." ”

"It's the first time he's sung like this..."

Yuan Yuyue has a kinship: "There is a little suppressed crying between shallow chanting and singing, which is a feeling of abuse to the extreme..."

The heating in the north has begun, and the executive room is actually as warm as spring, but the two girls are a little chilly, Meng Yan reminded with interest: "The band is on the stage..."

Yuan Yuyue was still indulging in the undercurrent of emotions, and she sat up with a strong spirit: "Oh, Weng Huaijing's song is still worth listening..."

Meng Yan tasted: "What's the matter, although she sings really well, but aren't the songs all written by Yan Qing?" ”

Yuan Yuyue's tone was quiet: "Yan Qing is not keen on writing songs for other people!" ”

"The words don't reach the meaning, the starting point seems to be a public welfare song..."

Meng Yan pondered and continued: "When they fight... If I use the analogy between the relationship between men and women, I think it would be more appropriate. ”

Yuan Yuyue tightened Meng Yan in her arms hard: "Listen to the song." ”

Meng Yan stared intently at the movie screen: "Yan Qing has changed to the keyboard position again this time..."

"He's the brightest in every position..."

The admiration in Yuan Yuyue's eyes was still suppressed and undercurrent.

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The screen close-up shows Weng Huaijing in front of the microphone, and you can clearly see the rhythm of the strumming of her right hand, as well as the order of the change of the fingers of her left hand according to the fret position.

The prelude to "Words Don't Reach Meaning" flowing from the stereo is a very soothing guitar solo melody.

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Yuan Yuyue easily pulled off the guitar chords at a glance: "C key, G, AM, F, C, E, DM, G7..."

Meng Yan commented like a professional music critic: "It's a very common group of eight chords, the prelude is a bit bland, not so amazing..."

"I think it's very catchy, plain and affectionate..."

After that, Yuan Yuyue pressed the character with her left hand, and did the strumming movement with her right hand, and she made up the way she played the guitar in her mind.

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"Some people spend their whole lives learning

Resolve communication challenges

For you, I can too."

On the TV screen, the camera finally cuts to Yan Qing, who operates the upper keyboard synthesizer to abruptly insert a set of rhythmically discrete bass random chords.

The camera zooms out, Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing enter the painting together, and there is no interaction between the two.

The close-up was given to Weng Huaijing again, and while playing and singing, she cast a ray of self-reproach and sadness at the camera, and she continued to sing:

"My pleasures and fears, suspicions

I'd love to translate it into words

Take you into my heart'

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"Weng Huaijing sang this song out of the feeling of a musical..."

Meng Yan looked at the eyes of Weng Huaijing on the TV with a strange expression.

"It's a very restrained emotion, but her eyes are straightforward..."Yuan Yuyue also looked at this wisp of gaze in the void, and the words in her mouth were inexplicably stuck.

Fortunately, Meng Yan also interpreted it, and she took over the words: "I obviously have feelings for someone but can't do anything about it." ”

"Gang Yanqing's set of chords revitalized what you said was bland..."With a faint smile, Yuan Yuyue corrected Meng Yan's previous judgment on the arrangement.

"He's always been okay with the music." Meng Yan nodded silently in agreement.

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The sound of the electric piano simulated by Yan Qing's lower keyboard takes over from the guitar to lead the melody, and the rhythm is still soulful and soothing.

The screen is still a close-up of Weng Huaijing, and the camera is aimed at her eyes, which are extremely confused sights.