"I would like to introduce the young people who will appear next, they are new migrant workers from Shenzhen. Among them, are construction workers, security guards and car washers. ”

"For the same hobby, in order to express themselves, they formed a hip-hop dance team, and the next stage belongs to them, let's welcome the migrant workers hip-hop dance troupe to the stage. ”

Eight young men walked up to the stage amid the applause of the audience.

Clean white shirts, cool skateboard pants, each carrying a small prop bag, the boys are very energetic, at a glance, there is no migrant worker.

"Come, can you introduce yourself?"

This performance is different from the previous one, the power combination does not like to talk, but the migrant workers street dance troupe represents a force, they need to speak for this class.

One of the boys at the head smiled heartily and said, "My name is Zou Jian, a construction worker from Henan, and now I am working in Shenzhen. ”

"My name is Wang Liang, I'm from Anhui, I work as a car washer in Shenzhen, and sometimes I go to the construction site to do odd jobs. ”

"My name is Deng Erkun, a native of Guangzhou, and I work as a security guard in Shenzhen. ”

“……”

The eight young men introduced themselves one by one, and their introductions were all saying that they were migrant workers, but Luo Yiming noticed that the audience below was discussing.

From the dress of these people, it is very professional street dance style, it is difficult to establish the impression of migrant workers.

Sure enough, Guo Degang, a representative of the "peasants," spoke: "Yiming, when I come to the show, will their identities be verified? I think these young people have subverted my impression of migrant workers." ”

"Let me ask you, are you migrant workers, I think you are a star pretending to be migrant workers, right?"

Guo Degang is not afraid of offending people, he is a rural person, at least, that kind of simplicity, Guo Degang has not seen it.

Zou Jian was not angry, he said: "We are all migrant workers. ”

Deng Erkun said: "Teacher, we are indeed migrant workers, and hip-hop dance is our hobby. ”

Suspicion is certain, because people subconsciously think that migrant workers still have some hobby of hip-hop dancing and can still have this dream.

Luo Yiming was not in a hurry, he couldn't resist Teacher Guo, and said calmly: "You 8 now, can you show me your hands, and show your hands to the audience." ”

"Okay. "Wang Liang is a car washer, soaking in soap foam every day, and repairing cars, all year round, Wang Liang's hands can't wash off some grease.

He immediately said, "Look at me." ”

As he spoke, Wang Liang opened his hand, and on his hand, he could see some stubborn dirt that could not be washed away.

Originally, a young man's hands shouldn't be so swollen, but Wang Liang's hands have been soaked for too long and have been somewhat deformed.

Zou Jian also stretched out his hand, and his hands were full of calluses.

The cocoons are thick and yellow.

A large piece of it is puffed up in the palm of the hand, and it is sad to see it.

In the next second, the rest of the migrant workers all raised their hands, a pair of young people's hands, or crawling with calluses, or stained with grease that could not be washed, when their hands were stuck in the air together in the next second, and the camera gave a close-up, Luo Yiming's heart suddenly soured.

See, these hands speak for themselves.

If you are not a migrant worker, what do you have to go through to turn a pair of originally young and beautiful hands into this?

Their age is also in their twenties, youth, forced... The woman it.

Guo Degang was silent.

His eyes don't deceive themselves.

He saw the medals that belonged to these people.

Luo Yiming nodded, the audience's gaze was much gentler, and there were some people, like Luo Yiming, whose hearts were suddenly melted by something.

"Glory belongs to the simple soul, and in your hands is the medal that the city has given you. I think you should be proud to hold your hands higher!"

"I'm sure that at this moment, no one will question your identity anymore. ”

"You are one of the countless migrant workers in Shenzhen, and I believe that you formed a hip-hop dance troupe for the dream in your heart. ”

"This stage, regardless of class, as long as you dare to show your wonderful, you are a hero. ”

"Below, it's your showtime. ”

"Let's get started. ”

The audience saw something different in these young people.

Luo Yiming's words made everyone's blood boil.

Yes, just like the ancients said that the prince and the prince will have a kind of Xiangning, no one has stipulated that hip-hop is a sport for the children of rich families.

We are migrant workers, and we can also dance street dance.

Dressed in the same white t-shirts and skateboard pants, they began to jump to the dynamic music.

Thomas spins, one-handed, head-turned, and from time to time, eight young men make difficult moves.

On the stage, they can't imagine that the real identity of this group of fashionable young men off the stage is migrant workers.

But such a group of people is indeed one of the countless migrant workers in Shenzhen.

For their hip-hop dreams, they work on construction sites during the day and practice all night in a small space at night.

It is also the spirit of pursuing their dreams that makes them very attractive on the stage at the moment.

And they did.

After completing a dance that is tantamount to those young people who like hip-hop, a few boys will suddenly stand in front of the scene.

One after another, there were boys doing something in the back.

The bag that they had begun to put aside was opened.

A few seconds later, Zou Jian and Wang Liang changed their clothes.

They have put on their own work clothes, car wash uniforms, construction workers' clothes, and they also wear hard hats on their heads.

followed by Deng Erkun, and then one by one, they quickly completed the costume change on stage.

Eight young men in construction uniforms lined up in the last line, facing the audience, arranging their hard hats one by one.

Stretching out his finger into the distance, his head proudly raised, showing the vigor and masculinity of modern construction workers.

At this time, several young men took out props from their bags, and in their hands were bricks and rags, and they threw bricks, built bricks, and laid bricks. They wiped the car, rushed the car, and a set of movements that only happened when they worked were arranged into a dance by them.

Interspersed with hip-hop elements, after being dazzled for a while, my heart was pulled by something.

The performance did not end, but it received very warm applause.

The music they used, Luo Yiming didn't know what it was called.

But the music is powerful.

The music, the movements, are like they're in their blood.

As long as they jump, these migrant workers will immediately become a flame, unable to help themselves and tireless.

Hip-hop is like a dream they were born with.

Hidden in the depths of the blood, it was just lost before, or there was no encounter, but now that it has been found, migrant workers feel that life is full of fun.

From the first movement of this street dance, Luo Yiming understood that they were dancers, they were dancing seriously, and they didn't want to be labeled as migrant workers.

When Luo Yiming sighed, suddenly the three young men held hands and built a strong city wall, squatted down, and then two young men stood on their shoulders.

Five people squatted down, and two more went up, and their skillful movements made it easy to build the third layer in a few strokes.

Stacking Arhats.

That's right, these migrant workers, no, dancers, are stacking arhats.

When the three-story arhat was built, the audience and friends at the scene could see that the three young people at the bottom were already sweating all over.

They gritted their teeth and held back their strength, although they were very uncomfortable to watch, but the firmness, tenacity, and spirit of never admitting defeat in their eyes infected everyone in the audience.

All the audience followed them and wondered if this last hip-hop dancer could climb to the top of this pyramid.