Chapter 104 Blooming to Tumi 【Big Chapter】

Lin Weiwei caught a glimpse of Wang Yan and quickly waved, "Come here, it's about to start!"

Lu Yuanyuan reminded in a low voice: "Dance drama is different from independent dance. It has a plot. You should watch it carefully."

Na Wu's stinky show: "This play is the prototype of a key play. Now Liuli Pai is considered a student version of the Chinese opera, and the instructor is Professor Sun Ying from our school. If the performance is good, Xiao Liuli will be fine. It's a step up to the sky..."

Na Wu's speech was fast and urgent, whether Wang Yan understood or not, it took him a long time to figure out one thing - this drama is awesome, it's about the future.

Just as I was about to ask more clearly, the lights in the backcourt were also turned off.

The dance drama started off guard, and Wang Yan didn't even catch his breath when the chant sounded in the darkness.

"In 33 BC, Hu Hanxie Shanyu visited Chang'an, asking to marry the princess, and wanted to make peace."

"Yuan Emperor Yun."

"The emperor couldn't bear the separation of flesh and blood, and wanted to fill him with a maid of honor, so he ordered a secretary to recruit him."

"All the women are afraid of the bitter cold in the north, and avoid it for fear of not being able to make it. The only woman won the crown with great emotion."

"This girl's name is Wang Qiang. She has light makeup and looks natural. Her eyes are full of autumn water, and her black hair is like a waterfall. She is unparalleled in beauty."

"Just because he offended the painter in the palace, he was perfunctory, and he was not allowed to see the emperor for three years."

"When she stepped into Weiyang main hall for the first time, Emperor Yuan regretted it too much, but Hu Hanxie Shanyu, with one glance for life."

"This woman's surname is Wang, her name is Qiang, and her style name is Zhaojun."

The affectionate voice of reciting Bai was still echoing in his ears, and the lights had gradually come on. Liu Li was dressed in red and knelt on the stage.

Her hair was tied up high, the golden hair accessories were shining, her eyelids were slightly drooping, and her long eyelashes were printed like ink marks on her jade-white skin.

The light hit her side face, and a lingering sadness was naturally revealed through the corners of her eyes and lips.

And she is holding a piece of coarse cloth, kneeling like a sculpture, her body language is so numb, empty, and stagnant, like a body that has lost its soul.

The soundtrack sounded, with chime bells and dulcimer as the main instruments, and the rhythm was light and slow, which seemed extremely monotonous and depressing.

The ladies of the palace came on stage, bent over sharply, and walked to the center of the stage with one step, one slip, two steps.

They were like puppets on strings, repeating the same steps over and over again, and the feeling of depression was overwhelming.

Wang Yan moved his butt subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his expression became serious.

Fu Yushi, who was sitting next door, looked up in surprise, and muttered, "Hey? Is your artistic insight not bad..."

The girls all looked sideways at Wang Yan, and when they saw the upright posture, they knew that Gouzi had at least understood the emotion to be conveyed in the first scene.

The content being performed on the stage seems very simple, but in essence, it integrates various elements such as lighting, soundtrack, action design, body language, etc., to create a harmony, and the intention is to "pull" the audience into the plot .

Dance drama is not only dance, but also drama, but it cannot be directly expressed with lines like drama, so it is more difficult to convey emotions.

Even if it is performed correctly and communicated correctly, there is still a reading threshold for the audience.

Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. will all affect reading. If you don’t understand it, you will feel baffled and complain silently in your heart: What is this?

In fact, Wang Yan didn't understand the plot, but he was sensitive to the emotion, which was also due to his high IQ.

Lu Yuanyuan whispered popular science: "This scene is called Ye Ting..."

The so-called Yeting, which means "a side house in the palace", is the place where the maids live and work.

The clothes in the hands of Liu Li and the maids are washing.

Depressed bass soundtrack, repetitive mechanical movements,

It describes the palace life of the court ladies day after day, walking on eggshells.

That kind of boring repetition that never sees the light of day has already devastated the maids to the point of numbness.

As they walked, Liu Li, who was sitting alone in a corner, slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, slowly straightened his body, and finally stood up.

The moment she stood up straight, her lips parted slightly, like a sigh but not a sigh, a wave of sadness and sadness came through the air, hitting Wang Yan's heart directly.

She is complaining about her current life!

Wang Zhaojun, still not numb!

In just a split second, Wang Yan understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li, and was very excited by it.

This is not a dance, this is a stage performance!

Beautiful, thirty thousand!

Wang Yan was admiring, but Zhaojun bent his upright body again, and walked slowly towards the center of the stage with the same heavy steps as the maids.

Before the time comes, there is no way to be free, so Zhaojun can only suppress the little flame of hope in his heart and continue to be a caged bird that is gradually dying.

Sitting below and watching, Wang Yan felt the same way, and was deeply involved in that situation.

A few seconds later, with the appearance of a woman in a white dress, the soundtrack gradually became lighter.

Zhaojun was like a bird, with brisk steps, rushing towards the girl.

"Xiangxi, Zhaojun's dowry." Lu Yuanyuan explained softly.

Zhaojun and Xiangxi looked at each other warmly, and then walked out in small steps. Suddenly, there was a carillon music outside the palace, and the maids immediately gathered around and listened.

Zhaojun was at the end, moving briskly through the crowd, and squeezed to the front.

Those footsteps were so brisk, thinking about her toes, like stepping on a lotus flower, which made her personal image more vivid. Coupled with that longing smile, it seemed that the beautiful fantasy of future life had once again arisen.

Absolutely!

Wang Yan couldn't help but want to applaud.

In the short few seconds when the lights dimmed, Liu Li accurately conveyed that kind of freshness and beauty by virtue of her body language and her indistinct smile.

When the pipa and Yaoqin came in, the lights gradually brightened, and the maids danced a laundry dance.

This was the first dance in the true sense. Wang Yan didn't know how to describe that feeling at all. He just locked his eyes firmly on Liu Li, admiring the "beauty" in his heart.

At this moment, words are so pale, it is not enough to describe that kind of wonderful event.

Liu Li curled up like a pendulum willow in the wind, moving with the song and dance, that kind of graceful, soft, elastic, restrained...

Until now, Wang Yan finally understood what "body rhyme" was.

Rhyme, a harmonious and pleasant sound.

With words as rhymes, there is the beauty of poetry and songs, and the beauty is in the sound.

Taking the body as the rhyme, Fang You has a graceful figure, graceful and graceful, and the beauty is in the eyes.

As the saying goes, "The big sound is like the sound, and the big image has no shape." Wang Yan didn't know what was good about the beauty of the body, but he was drunk when he saw it, and his heart was surging.

Until the end of the first act, Liu Li and the maids left the stage together, and the stage set turned into a palace hall. Wang Yan still couldn't recover, and his love for Liu Li was boundless.

Awesome! Thirty thousand, I usually hide it, but when I make a move, it's Wang Zhan...

Wang Yan didn't even bother to watch what was going on in the second act. His consciousness was still immersed in Liu Li's performance, but he only knew about the plot. Emperor Yuan hosted Hu Hanxie Shanyu, and the two experienced a series of conflicts.

The performances of the boys are still good-looking, but the main dancers are not as good.

Wang Yan didn't understand, but he could feel it.

At the beginning of the third act, Wang Zhaojun, played by Liu Li, appeared again, dressed in a luxurious gown, wearing the golden crown of Princess Shanyu on his head, and walked forward slowly.

Wang Yan regained his energy and indulged in Liu Li's flourishing beauty.

Miss Sister is naughty, shrewd, and full of life in life, but on stage, there is only one word that can describe her——

It was brilliant.

Wang Yan was full of joy, and suddenly developed a great interest in dance dramas. He felt that this artistic method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Of course, the premise is that there must be such a beautiful and outstanding dancer as Liu Li.

Just as he was sighing, the plot developed to the point where Hu Hanxie Shanyu fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight, and Hu Hanxie, who was wearing a beard, suddenly stepped forward to dance.

Fuck!

Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately played.

Beard, how dare you touch my wife!

For a pas de deux, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan knew it would happen a long time ago, and thought it was completely understandable.

However, it was discovered at the end of the day...

MMP!

I may have changed from lemon essence, so sour!

In all fairness, this pas de deux is super beautiful, Liu Li's core control is very strong, all kinds of lifting movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty, Newton's coffin board can hardly hold it down.

On the one hand, Wang Yan really appreciated it, but on the other hand, he couldn't restrain the sourness in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered the question Liu Li asked the day before yesterday.

"Lin Weiwei and the others learn the national standard. When it comes to line dancing, they hug boys every day for two or three hours. If you like Sister Weiwei, do you mind?"

Thirty thousand, you guys who study classical also have pas de deux?

He Zhe, you are asking for yourself? !

Wang Yan was a little irritable. For the first time, he was not sure about his answer.

He calmed down, leaned back in his chair, and silently observed the interaction on the stage.

The costumes of classical dance are conservative and thick, not as hot and sexy as the national standard at all.

Liu Li's long skirt was double-layered and dragged all the way to the ground. Inside was a pair of trousers tied to the ankles. The skirt danced like a fairy.

When it comes to physical contact, in fact, there are not many movements such as lifting and hugging. The main purpose is to use the implicit expression unique to classical dance to image the beauty of love.

Most of the cuddling movements are imaginary, without physical contact, very reserved and restrained.

It's just that Wang Yan was only 18 years old, and he had never seen a real dance drama before. Seeing this scene suddenly, he was a bit shocked.

After a moment of gaffe, Wang Yan gradually learned to look at the interaction on stage with an appreciation for the harmonious beauty that originated from true art.

It's just a little bit of lifting, you're the only one who has a lot to do!

...

Then, when the whole scene was about to end, Hu Hanxie squatted down like a tiger, and Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knees, sat gently on his back, and looked up at the sky.

Fuck! Fuck!

Wang Yan was not calm again, his heart was in a mess, and he even used the beauty radar on Liu Li subconsciously.

The first time I clicked on the special section to read the instructions, it clearly said [love experience is zero], and at the same time I was relieved, but at the same time I couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Dizzy, stupid dog, what are you doing? !

Childish or not? !

Stupid or not? !

What about respect? !

Wang Yan knew he was wrong when he finished his work, and he regretted it very much.

He doesn't want to use the excuse of "I'm only 18" to comfort himself. It's okay to lie to others, but it's boring to lie to yourself.

Mind is just mind, not seeing it has nothing to do with age, but a manifestation of immature worldview, insufficient mentality, and excessive possessiveness.

Actually, Wang Yan wasn't worried at all about whether Liu Li would empathize with someone else. If he was so easy to embarrass, it wouldn't be his turn at all.

The problem with the world view is not too big. In his heart, Wang Yan can understand the rationality, legitimacy, and necessity of this kind of contact.

The only thing is that the possessiveness is too strong, and there is no way to be sincere.

So, right now, reason and emotion are at war.

Rationality thinks this dance is really beautiful, and should not look at it with such a narrow mind;

Emotionally, I'm a little awkward, thinking that my girl is the only one who can touch me.

It was precisely because of such an intense heart-brain conflict that he lost his mind at that moment and made that kind of childish and hypocritical behavior.

Now Wang Yan finally realized that although he was growing rapidly, in fact, he was not strong enough in all aspects, and he was still far from a mature man...

In reflection, the plot is still advancing scene by scene.

Wang Yan never got interested in watching it seriously until a certain moment.

With the depressing soundtrack and the dim lights, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes were crying.

The moment the spotlight hit, Liu Li's expression suddenly became vivid, a touch of joy from the heart leaped on his face, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds and illuminating the whole world.

The soundtrack gradually became cheerful, and during the indulgent dance, Liu Li's smile became sweeter and sweeter, her big bright eyes seemed to be shining, and the joy of bulingbuling rushed over her face.

Wang Yan felt that what he saw was not a dance, but a line of poetry: Qiao Xiao is charming, beautiful eyes are looking forward to.

Even if he didn't understand the plot, Wang Yan's mood still improved, and his aunt laughed the whole time.

After the whole dance was over, Aunt Wang sighed involuntarily.

call……

What a powerful expressive force to pull people in and stick to them just by facial expressions, eyes, and body language!

Wang Yan finally understood why Liu Li loved dancing so much. This girl was born for the stage.

Off stage, she is shrewd and intelligent like an elf.

On the stage, she is in full bloom.

To fully own her beauty, one must fully accept her silence and bloom.

...

An hour flew by.

After the whole play ended, Liu Li sprinted off the stage like a bird and rushed to Wang Yan.

"How is it? Is the dance drama interesting?"

What she wanted to ask was not dance drama, Wang Yan knew it well.

Praise was on the lips, but before the exit, it turned into a complaint after all, and even the habit of being cautious did not stop it.

"You let other boys hug you, and even sit on their backs!"

Wang Yan himself didn't realize that when he opened his mouth, he unconsciously pursed his lips slightly.

Liu Li was taken aback, at first she seemed a little wronged, but when she saw Wang Yan's genuinely jealous face, she finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

She bit her lower lip lightly, her big eyes rolled around twice lively, and suddenly she slapped her hands, making a wicked smile.

"Well then, I allow you to hug other girls, Weiwei, Shishi, you can hug whoever you want, I promise not to be jealous. How about it, is it fair?!"

What kind of sand sculpture condition is this!

Can this count? !

Wang Yan was so angry that he kicked Shen Yan's habits into the air, and said directly, "Who cares about those two firewood girls? If I eat your ribs, do you have to eat ribs every time?!"

Liu Li's eyes lit up, he raised his index finger, and immediately filled in the loopholes: "Na Wu Na Wu! Na Wu is braised pork! Is this the head office?"

Eh? !

Am I being tricked?

Wang Yan suddenly realized that something was wrong and was thinking about it when a few shouts came from far away on the stage.

"Liuli, come over for the wrap-up meeting!"

"Wow! Is that your little milk dog? I'll bring it up for everyone to see later!"

"Hey, don't just throw dog food here, can you? Don't you know how many single dogs there are on the stage?!"

Liu Li turned around and shouted, "Right now!"

When he turned back again, he raised his face and stared at Wang Yan closely, hesitating to speak.

"Wow woof..."

"what?"

Wang Yan was wondering, when Liu Li suddenly stretched out his hands, put his arms around his neck, and pulled him down hard...

Kissed fiercely.

"Ooooh!"

"Oh my god! Little Liuli is having spring online!"

"Wow... Liu Li, you are awesome!!!"

On stage and off stage, the nest was blown up.

However, Liu Li ignored everything and kissed passionately and attentively.

Five seconds later, he let go of his hand, pushed Wang Yan's chest hard, turned and ran away.

Wang Yan's face was full of Erha's bewilderment, and he subconsciously touched his lips, which was a little painful and sweet.

It wasn't until he heard Lin Weiwei and the others' merciless ridicule that he realized that in the public...

Brother was molested by a little sheep!

Depend on!

Thirty thousand how do you want to die? !

Wang Yan spoke harshly silently, rolled his arms and sleeves, then turned his head and left.

Uh, I'm at your home court today, let's save some face for you, brother is not Congxin!

Liu Li stood on the stage with his head raised high, watching Wang Yan leave, feeling uneasy and uneasy, but more proud.

Dance is dance and I am me.

I have never been ambiguous.

I will give you the answer to the question you are worried about now!

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Mengxin's words:

Mengxin is 19 years old. Many years ago, when I was a baby, I came into contact with a professional dancer. I liked and respected their artistic pursuits. After practicing dancing, I got injured all over my body and deformed my feet. Especially not easy.

Rehearsal performances with opposite-sex dance partners are boring, exhausting, and painful legitimate jobs. I am fortunate enough to have seen the rehearsal process. I only feel distressed. I feel that dancing is really torture, not pink at all.

When I set Liu Li as a student of Diwu and an art lunatic, I didn't consider that a small number of readers have such serious mental cleanliness, so I was hesitant to write this plot.

However, since the characters are placed there, sooner or later it will be unavoidable.

I can understand the possessiveness of some readers, because Wang Yan is set up like this. He is 18 years old and has little knowledge of society, so he is inevitably upset.

This is reasonable and logical.

But not too glassy, ​​right?

Mengxin can guarantee that this book will not be abusive, it is just a light and refreshing article.

I have designed the finale. When I grow up to the end, there are not many girls who can be worthy of Gouzi, and the art madman is one of them.

In fact, I am not afraid of a small number of readers abandoning books. There will always be people who abandon books for various reasons.

But now I am really afraid that someone will take the rhythm. If there is a very rare glass heart, staring at this book and "what?", it will be a big trouble.

All the previous events really made me burnt out, so I explained a lot to you behind this very normal plot.

Some things, let me make it clear now, if you don't accept Liu Li's character design, please delete the book silently, and don't swear at people and keep pace.

That's it, thank you all, bow!