Lin Weiwei glanced at Wang Yan and hurriedly beckoned: "Come here, start immediately!"

Lu Yuanyuan reminded in a low voice: "Dance dramas are different from separate dances, there is a plot, you watch carefully." ”

Nawu's stinky display: "This play is the prototype of a key play, and now Liuli is a student version of the Chinese opera, and the instructor is Professor Sun Ying of our school......

Nawu's speed of speech was fast and urgent, Wang Yan didn't understand it, and it took a long time to figure out one thing - this drama is a matter of the future.

Just as I was about to ask for clarification, the backcourt lights went out.

The dance drama started suddenly, Wang Yan didn't slow down, and the recitation sounded in the dark.

"In 33 B.C., Hu Han Yeshan visited Chang'an, begged to marry a princess, and wanted to be married. ”

"Yuan Diyun. ”

"The emperor can't bear to be separated, and wants to fill it with a palace maid, so he is ordered to be selected. ”

All the women were afraid of the bitter cold in the north and avoided it, and the only woman won the crown. ”

"This woman's name is Wang Yan, she has light makeup, natural appearance, autumn water in her eyes, green silk like a waterfall, and her beauty is unparalleled. ”

"Just because he offended the painter in the palace, he was hastily perfunctory, and he didn't see the emperor for three years. ”

When she first stepped on the main hall of Weiyang, Emperor Yuan regretted it, and called Han Xie Shan Yu, a lifetime. ”

"This woman, surnamed Wang, is Zhaojun. ”

The affectionate voice of Nian Bai was still echoing in his ears, and the lights were getting brighter, and Liu Li was dressed in red and kneeling on the stage.

Her hair was curled high, her golden ornaments shone brightly, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes were like ink marks on her jade-white skin.

The light hit the side of her face, and a lingering grievance naturally flowed through the corners of her eyes and lips.

And she held a coarse cloth garment, sculptural kneeling, her body language was so numb, hollow, and stagnant, like a soulless shell.

The soundtrack sounds, with chimes and dulcimer as the main instruments, and the rhythm is light and slow, which seems to be extraordinarily monotonous and depressing.

The palace maids took the stage, bent over sharply, slid one step at a time, and walked to the center of the stage with two steps.

They are like marionettes, repeating the same pace over and over again, and the feeling of depression is simply overwhelming.

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

Fu Yushi, who was sitting next door, looked up in surprise and muttered, "Yo, isn't your artistic insight bad......?"

Several girls looked at Wang Yan sideways, and when they saw the posture of sitting upright, they understood that the dog at least understood the emotions that the first act was trying to convey.

What is being played out on stage seems to be very simple, but in essence, it is a fusion of lighting, soundtrack, action design, body language and other elements to build a harmony, with the intention of "pulling" the audience into the plot.

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

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

Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. will affect reading, and if you can't read it, you will feel inexplicable and silently complain in your heart: What is this?

Wang Yan didn't actually understand the plot, but he had a sensitive insight into that emotion, which is the credit of his high IQ.

Lu Yuanyuan whispered to popular science: "This scene is called the ...... of the court"

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

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

The depressing bass soundtrack and repetitive mechanical movements express the palace life of the palace ladies walking on thin ice day after day.

The boring repetition that does not see the light of day has destroyed the palace maids to numbness.

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

When she stood up straight, her lips opened slightly, as if sighing, and a wave of grief and sorrow broke through the air, hitting Wang Yan's heart.

She's complaining about her current life!

Wang Zhaojun, still not numb!

Just for a moment, Wang Yan understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was thrilled.

It's not a dance, it's a stage show!

Beautiful, thirty thousand!

Wang Yanzheng admired, but Zhaojun bent down his straight body again, and walked slowly towards the center of the stage with the same heavy steps as the palace maids.

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

Wang Yan sat down and watched, empathizing, deeply immersed in that situation.

After a few more seconds, the soundtrack gradually became lighter as a woman in a white dress appeared.

Like a little bird, Zhaojun rushed towards the girl with brisk steps.

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

Zhaojun and Xiangxi looked at each other warmly, and then walked with small steps, and suddenly, there was a burst of carillon music outside the palace, and the palace maids immediately gathered around and listened.

Zhaojun fell last, shuttling lightly through the crowd, squeezing to the front.

The footsteps are so brisk, worrying about the tiptoes, like stepping on a lotus flower, making her personal image more and more vivid, and with that longing smile, it seems to have a beautiful fantasy of the future life again.

Absolutely!

Wang Yan couldn't help but want to applaud.

In just a few seconds when the lights dimmed, Liu Li accurately conveyed the freshness and beauty with her body language and unclear smile, and her expressiveness was so strong that she couldn't say anything!

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

This is the first dance in the real sense, Wang Yan didn't know how to describe that feeling at all, but his eyes were firmly locked on Liu Li, and his heart gave birth to infinite admiration for "beauty".

At this moment, words are so pale that they are not enough to describe the beautiful what if.

Liu Li curls Tingting, like a swinging willow in the wind, singing and dancing, that kind of graceful, soft, elastic, restrained......

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

Rhyme, harmonious and pleasant sound.

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

With the rhyme of the body, there is a graceful and beautiful posture, and the beauty is in the eye.

As the so-called "big sound and sound elephant are invisible", the beauty of body rhyme, Wang Yan doesn't know where to go, but he is drunk when he looks at it, and his heart is surging.

Until the end of the first act, Liu Li and the palace maid left the stage together, and the stage set became the palace hall, Wang Yan still couldn't come back to his senses, and his love for Liu Li was infinitely up.

It's amazing, 30,000, usually hidden and tucked, and as soon as you make a move, it's the king bombing......

What is the second act, Wang Yan didn't bother to watch it at all, his consciousness was still immersed in Liu Li's performance, but he only knew about the plot, it was Emperor Yuan who invited Han Xie Shan Yu to a banquet, and the two parties experienced a series of conflicts.

The boys' performances are still good-looking, but the main dances are a little less flavorful.

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, changed into a luxurious robe, wore a golden crown of Princess Shan Yu on his head, and walked forward.

Wang Yan regained his spirits and indulged in Liu Li's prosperous beauty.

The young lady is naughty, wise, and full of life in life, but on the stage, there is only one word that can describe her-

Radiant.

Wang Yan was full of joy, and suddenly became very interested in dance drama, and felt that this kind of art method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Of course, the premise is that there must be a beautiful and excellent dancer like Liu Li.

is sighing, the plot has developed to the point that Hu Han Evil Shan Yu fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight, and Hu Han Evil, who was sticking to the beard, suddenly stepped forward and danced awkwardly.

it!

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, and instantly played.

Bearded, why do you touch my daughter-in-law!

Pas de deux, physical contact is inevitable, Wang Yan knew that there would be this stubble, and thought he was completely understandable.

However, it was not until the end of the day that I found out......

MMP！

I may be lemon essence, so sour!

In all fairness, this pas de deux is super beautiful, Liu Li's core control is very strong, and the various lifting movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty, and Newton's coffin board is almost overwhelmed.

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 her sisters learn the national standard, and when they come to the line dance, they hug the boys every day, and they hug each other for two or three hours. If it's Sister Weiwei that you like, don't you mind?"

30,000, you also have a pas de deux if you study classics?

You're just asking for yourself?!

Wang Yan was a little irritable in his heart, and he was not sure about his answer for the first time.

Calm down, lean back in your chair, and silently observe the interaction on stage.

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

Liu Li's long skirt is double-layered, dragged to the ground, and there is a pair of trousers tied to the ankles, and the skirt dances like a fairy.

When it comes to physical contact, there are not many actions such as lifting and hugging, and the main purpose is to use the subtle expression unique to classical dance to show the beauty of love in an imagery.

Most of the hugging movements are empty, the body does not touch, and it is very subtle and restrained.

It's just that Wang Yan is only 18 years old, and he has never seen a real dance drama, and when he suddenly saw this scene, he was a little shocked.

After a moment of gaffe, gradually, the harmonious beauty that comes from real art made Wang Yan begin to learn to look at the interaction on stage with an appreciative eye.

It's just a throw, it's just a lot of!

……

Then, just as the whole scene was about to end, Hu Han Xie squatted down like a fierce tiger, and Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knees, sat lightly on his back, and looked up at the sky.

it!

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

The first time I clicked on the special score to see the instructions, it was clearly written [zero love experience], and at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of chagrin in my heart.

Dizzy, stupid dog, what are you doing?!

Childish or not naïve?!

Silly dick is not stupid?!

What about good respect?!

Wang Yan knew that he was wrong after doing it, and he regretted it very much.

He doesn't want to use the excuse of "I'm only 18 years old" to comfort himself, some things are okay to deceive others, but it's quite boring to lie to himself.

Mind is mind, and it has nothing to do with age, but a manifestation of a lack of maturity in the worldview, a strong enough mentality, and too strong in possessiveness.

In fact, Wang Yan didn't worry at all about whether Liu Li would empathize with him or something, if it was so easy to move, he wouldn't be able to take his turn at all.

The problem of world view is not big, and in his heart, Wang Yan can understand the rationality, legitimacy, and necessity of such contact.

The only thing is that he is too possessive, and he really has no choice.

So, now it's the intellect and the emotions that are fighting.

Reason thinks that this dance is so beautiful, and it should not be viewed with such a narrow mind;

Emotionally, it's a little awkward, and I think my chick is the only one I can touch.

It is precisely because of such a fierce heart-brain conflict that he will lose his mind at that moment and make that particularly childish and hypocritical move.

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

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

Wang Yan has not been able to raise his interest to take a serious look until a certain moment.

In the depressing soundtrack and dim lighting, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes like crying.

The moment the spotlight hit, Liu Li's expression suddenly became vivid, and a touch of heartfelt happiness jumped on his face, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds and illuminating the whole world.

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

Wang Yan felt that what he saw was not a dance, but a poem: clever smile, beautiful eyes.

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

After the whole dance, Aunt Wang sighed involuntarily.

Call......

Just by expressions, eyes, and body language, people can be pulled in and glued, what a powerful expressiveness!

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

Offstage, she is as smart as an elf.

On stage, she blooms to the fullest.

If you want to fully possess her beauty, you must fully accept her silence and bloom.

……

An hour flew by.

After the end of the play, Liu Li rushed off the stage like a bird and rushed to Wang Yan.

"How's it going? Is the dance drama fun?"

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

The praise swirled around his mouth, but when he was about to speak, it finally turned into a complaint, and he didn't even stop the habit of being cautious.

"You let other boys hug you, and even sit on someone's back!"

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

Liu Li was stunned, and seemed to be a little aggrieved at first, but when she saw Wang Yan's jealous little appearance, she finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

She bit her lower lip gently, her big eyes turned around twice lively, and suddenly slapped her face, and she smiled evilly.

"Then let's do it, I allow you to hug other girls, Weiwei, Shishi, you can hug whoever you want, I promise not to be jealous. How's that, fair?!"

What kind of sand sculpture conditions are these!

How can this be counted?!

Wang Yan was so angry that he kicked Shen Yan's habit and kicked it away, and directly opened up: "Who is rare about those two firewood girls? I eat your ribs, do you have to eat ribs at once?!"

Liu Li's eyes lit up, he raised his index finger, and immediately filled in the loophole: "Nawu Nawu! Nawu is braised pork! This is all right?"

Huh?!

Am I being tricked?

Wang Yan suddenly realized that something was not right, and was pondering, when a few shouts came from afar on the stage.

"Liuli, come over for a summary meeting!"

"Wow, is that your little milk dog?" I'll bring it to everyone later!"

"Hey, don't leave it here to sprinkle dog food, okay?How many single dogs are there on the stage, don't you have a B number in your heart?!"

Liu Li turned around and shouted: "Right away!"

When he turned back again, he raised his little face and stared at Wang Yan tightly, wanting to speak and stopping.

"Woo ......"

"What?"

Wang Yanzheng was wondering, Liu Li suddenly stretched out his hands, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pulled down hard......

Kissed him fiercely.

"Whoa, whoa!"

"Oh my God!

"Wow...... Liu Li, you are more bullish than !!"

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

However, Liu Li ignored nothing and kissed emotionally and attentively.

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

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

It wasn't until Lin Weiwei's merciless ridicule came from his ears that he realized that he was ...... in front of the public.

Brother was insulted by a little sheep!

Depend on!

30,000 How do you want to die?!

Wang Yan was silently ruthless, rolled his arms and sleeves, and then turned his head and left.

Well, today at your home stadium, I'll save you some face for the time being, brother is not from the heart!

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

Dance is dance, I am me.

I'm never ambiguous.

Your worries, I'll give you the answers right now!

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Sprout's words:

Mengxin is 19 years old this year, many years ago, when I was a baby, I came into contact with a professional dancer, I liked it very much, and respected their artistic pursuits.

Rehearsing with a dance partner of the opposite sex is a boring, exhausting, and painful job, and I was fortunate enough to see the rehearsal process, and I only felt distressed, and I felt that dancing was really torturous, and it was not pink at all.

When I set Liu Li as an emperor dance student and an art madman, I didn't take into account that a small number of readers have such a serious mental cleanliness habit, so I was hesitant to write this plot for a while.

However, since the character is placed there, sooner or later it will not be avoided.

I can understand the possessiveness of some readers, because Wang Yan is such a setting, 18 years old, and he has relatively little understanding of society, so it is inevitable that he will be unhappy.

This is reasonable and logical.

But you can't be overly glassy, right?

Meng Xin can guarantee that this book will not be abused by young people, it is a relaxed and refreshing article.

I've designed the finale, and when I grow up to the end, there aren't many girls who can be worthy of dogs, and art maniacs are one of them.

In fact, I am not afraid that a small number of readers will abandon the book, there will always be people who abandon the book for various reasons, the reason is legitimate, it is good to get together and disperse, I fully accept it, and I wish you all.

But I'm really afraid that someone will lead the rhythm now, and if there are a very few glass hearts, staring at the book to "what", it will be a big trouble.

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

There are some words, now to make it clear, if you don't accept Liu Li's character, please delete the book silently, and be sure not to scold people and bring rhythm.

That's it, thank you, take a bow!