In less than ten minutes, there was a loud rumble from the roof above the stage.

No one on the stage showed up to explain why, and the audience was not surprised, but Boro looked very confused.

Seeing this, Xue Ren on the side moved his gaze back to the stage, "It turns out that today's opening dance is this. ”

It seemed that everyone present had understood something, except for Boro.

"Opening dance?"

Boro asked Xue Ren

"Oh, I forgot. Xue Ren said apologetically, "That is, the first dance of the whole performance, and now the dance that is about to be staged is called Dusk, which is a dance that Director Yan personally choreographed and urged dancers to practice, and it is also one of the most popular dances in the song and dance hall. ”

"Dusk?" Boro looked up at the open roof, and it was indeed ten o'clock in dusk, and the clouds in the sky had turned fiery red in the setting sun.

Not only that, but the stage was also lit up with a gentle red light, which was emitted with light gems.

"Dusk, according to what I've heard from the curator, describes a legend from thousands of years ago. The gods have fallen, and the earth has been covered with a cold winter. Human spirits and demons are locked in the same tiny cage. After that, a fierce battle broke out between the tribes for the land they could survive, and it ended in the victory of the humans. ”

"How does this story sound so much like the current world......" Boro said to Xue Ren uncertainly, after all, he had not studied the past history in a bit.

"I thought the same thing when I first heard the story, because it's all the same world we're in now. However, after I looked through the ancient books, I realized that it was nothing more than a false story. Xue Ren explained that at this time, under the light of the setting sun, the dancers took the stage one after another.

Boro looked at them carefully, and he also wanted to know about what happened thousands of years ago, maybe it would help him to change his current environment.

But the dance began, but Boro didn't understand what they were trying to say.

On the other hand, Xue Ren beside him, the expression on his face was extremely solemn, as if he had witnessed some distressing past with his own eyes.

The dancers on the stage kept changing their positions, and suddenly the bright and gentle light on the stage gradually dimmed, and the roofs of the open air began to rise.

The light on the stage turned from mild to pale, revealing a hint of grayness. Boro didn't understand much before, but now as soon as the scene changes, he instantly understands the meaning, and the god is dead. The earth has lost its protection, and the world has lost its master.

A cold and long winter has come to this land.

Dancers dressed in a variety of costumes surround the winter season and they begin to fight each other.

Two leaders of the Terrans appeared, and they led the crowd to defeat the spirits, and the demons all took refuge in the cold winter.

All the performances stopped at this moment and ended, without showing the rest of the story and leaving no clues as to what would happen in the future.

It all ended inexplicably, without warning.

Although Xue Ren had watched this dance many times, his soul would be deeply shocked every time.

"It's exciting! Xue Ren exclaimed to Boro beside him, "The scene of the gods dying, really, my heart will be broken because of their death." They obviously want to save the world, but they don't want to lead to their own demise. ”

"Yes" Boro didn't think much of it, except for the scene when Winter first appeared, he had little memory of the other events in the dance, and the main thing was that he couldn't understand it.

Without saying a word, the dancers bowed deeply to the audience, and then a newsman in a dress and a white catalogue came out.

With a smile on his face, his voice exuding vitality but surprisingly low, the man stood in the center of the stage with his head held high.

"The next dance will be unfamiliar to you, and you have never even heard of the name, so I'm sure this is the first time you've seen this dance. ”

"Isn't that nonsense. Boro muttered, he wasn't here to listen to his nonsense, he was here to see the white moon again.

"The name of this dance is "Dance". It is a new solo performance recently made up by the curator. And the performer may all be known to you, but I'm going to say her name.

Passing Years"

Xue Ren's eyes became a little eager, if Sheng is what Hua Niang wants in her life, then the passing year is also what he Xue Ren wants in his life.

It's just that he has been rejected by him many times, all for the same reason. She didn't like Xue Ren, and she really wanted to ask her why, remembering that Liu Nian told herself at that time that he was because he was a prince.

Liu Nian, dressed in an ice blue dress, walked to the center of the stage, and all the lights were gathered on her.

At this moment, how could she get a beautiful word to describe it, Xue Ren probably understood what the beauty of the iceberg was.

The announcer walked down the stage, leaving only Liu Nian to stay on the stage.

She raised her head slightly, seemingly looking at the audience, but only she understood that there was only darkness before her eyes.

Music sounded inexplicably from the audience, but it was only a fragmentary staccato. At this time, she is more likely to dance in the darkness with no sound and no picture.

The pure dress on her body began to draw blue portraits in the light and shadow of the lamp with the rhythm of her body.

Xue Ren frowned, and he carefully observed every move of the Flowing Year. Even if he can't be called an artist, his understanding and insights on singing and dancing are also famous in this imperial city.

But now, he couldn't understand the meaning of this dance.

I didn't know that Boro had a question in his heart after seeing the picture depicted in the ice blue dress on Liunian's body.

"It was the ...... who just appeared there White God?"

However, Liunian seems to have completely changed his style after letting him know about it, and even his dance steps have changed a little.

Now Xue Ren can be regarded as understanding, but he is also puzzled: "Then what does that dance just now mean?" It seems that it has nothing to do with the current performance, but after all, this is a speech and a personal choreography, how can it be useless." ”

When the last action was completed, the whole venue was still immersed in that cold emotion.

The chill didn't come from anywhere else, but from the story that came out of that dance.

"Now, Bu Yi is the only dancer in the Imperial City who can mention it with Hua Niang. Xue Ren looked at the jade face of the flowing years, "It's a pity, this dance shouldn't be called a dance at all." "Look for the flower spirit