Directly in front of the stage are six black revolving high chairs. There is a small square table next to each of the chairs, arranged in order. In addition to the usual water glasses and flower arrangements, there are also gold nameplates with people's names on them. Lin Miaofeng looked at it and saw Zhuo Yifan's name at a glance. She knew that it was the judge's seat for the competition, the one who made her think about it but hated it.

Lin Miaofeng looked around, picked a hidden corner and sat down. Ye Mingzhen told her before that because she was not an instructor, Lin Miaofeng could go back to the hotel to rest first, walk around casually, or watch the game at the game site, as long as she came to pick up the child after the game.

Lin Miaofeng decided to stay on site to watch the game. She was already fascinated by dancing and danced well. Although she has been away from the stage for many years, when she sees the familiar stage, her heart still can't help but surge. What's more, Lin Miaofeng wanted to see the person she loved and hated with her own eyes, and saw with her own eyes what he hadn't seen for many years.

After a while, the studio hall was full and overcrowded. The noisy noise was mixed with the sound of music in the sky, which disturbed Lin Miaofeng's dizziness for a while. She had to close her eyes slightly, raise her hand and gently rub her temples, which made her feel much more comfortable.

At this time, the music on the stage suddenly became relaxed, and the audience also consciously closed their mouths, and a cheerful atmosphere suddenly filled the studio hall. Lin Miaofeng knew that the game was about to start, so he opened his eyes leisurely.

At this moment, Lin Miaofeng saw Zhuo Yifan walking over from the U-shaped platform in a suit and leather shoes. He was followed by five other tournament judges, waving to the audience, drawing bursts of applause from the audience. Zhuo Yifan wore a pair of black-framed short-sighted eyes and a meticulous seven-point hair, looking like a scholar-type leader.

After Zhuo Yifan took a seat in the judges' seat, Lin Miaofeng stared at his back, muttering in his heart. She remembered that when she left, Zhuo Yifan didn't seem to have myopia, could it be that his eyesight had deteriorated over the years? A person with a negative heart like him who is unsympathetic doesn't care about other people's thoughts and feelings at all, and it is natural that his vision is blurred. He didn't deserve to have bright and clear eyes.

Thinking of this, Lin Miaofeng couldn't help but sneer secretly. Are you cursing Zhuo Yifan at this time? In fact, she herself knows that over the years, she doesn't seem to particularly resent Zhuo Yifan. As for why this happened, she herself couldn't say clearly, and she never seemed to have thought about it. Maybe she has subconsciously resigned herself to her fate, thinking that she can only live such a life.

The young and beautiful host on the stage spoke wildly and passionately, but Lin Miaofeng didn't listen to a word. Her attention all fell on Zhuo Yifan's back, on his every move, and compared him with Zhuo Yifan in her memory all the time. Compare the figure, compare the hairstyle, compare the voice, compare everything she can think of. Lin Miaofeng unconsciously fell into endless fantasies and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

It wasn't until the host's words of "Welcome to the players of the Nan'an Street Dance Alliance" suddenly came back to his senses. She couldn't help but reproach herself secretly, annoyed that she was so uncompromising. Shouldn't he hate Zhuo Yifan so much that he has to grit his teeth?

After thinking about it, Wei Jiaojiao and her partners from the Nan'an Street Dance Alliance stepped on the rhythm of the music and happily jumped to the center of the stage. Lin Miaofeng settled down a little and moved his eyes to the stage.

Wei Jiaojiao was dressed in green and combed with a high ponytail, looking full of vitality and eye-catching. She stood at the front of the line, her face raised sideways, as if she was looking and thinking. The friends behind him are sitting or standing, or smiling, or frowning, and so on. Suddenly, the lights on the stage rotated to each other, the music rose flat, and the competition officially began.

The music is flat or slow, the rhythm of the drums is bright or fast, and the figures on the stage are shaking, and the colors are alternating. The neat and uniform dance movements and innovative body language attracted bursts of applause from the audience. Wei Jiaojiao, as the lead dancer, attracted the attention of the audience with a very spiritual dance.

At this time, the sound of the music suddenly changed, and it was hoarse and mocking, which was not at all as bright as before. The stage suddenly became cloudy, and the mountain rain was coming. With an explosion, all the dancers on the stage fell to the ground with a bang. A melodious violin sound seemed to come from the sky, swept across the stage, and woke up the huddled in a ball. At this time, Wei Jiaojiao stretched out her arms and slowly rose. With the melodious sound of the violin, left or right, forward or backward, it seems to be searching, as if it is exploring, as if a lonely and unyielding soul is searching for the place of light. The violin sound became more and more urgent, and there was a faint sense of oppression. Wei Jiaojiao's smaller, weaker figure also swirled rapidly with the rhythm of a storm, as if she was struggling to fight against fate. Gradually, only a green shadow was left on the stage that was rapidly expanding, slowly dragging back the violin sound that was getting faster and farther away, and regaining its previous rhythm. The people who had been huddled up also stood up one after another, either with fear, or surprise, or with a smile on their faces.

At this moment, the sound of the violin strings suddenly descended and became mournful. The sound of music is always playing with the most secret parts of people's hearts. Sure enough, the green shadow that was spinning rapidly gradually slowed down until it collapsed limply on the stage. Numerous dancers immediately gathered around from all directions, writhing their bodies in a relentless manner, as if calling and grateful. With a burst of cheerful and bright shuffling, all kinds of canvas shoes flew up and down, flickering and moving, making people dazzled for a while. Slowly, Wei Jiaojiao's green figure also slowly moved. After a skillful floor dance, many dancers on stage finally regained their old joy. Under the leadership of Wei Jiaojiao, the dance finally ended with a flickering lock dance.

The audience suddenly boiled. They all stood up and waved the white towels in their hands vigorously, shouting loudly. Zhuo Yifan seemed to be infected by the delicate dancing posture of this group of little dancers on the stage, smiling and clapping his palms gently.

Wei Jiaojiao and a few other friends were flushed and gasping for air. They also seemed to be infected by the enthusiasm of the audience, and shouted with excitement, completely ignoring the beads of sweat that kept dripping from the ends of their hair.

Lin Miaofeng was also very happy when he saw Wei Jiaojiao interpret this song "Tracing in the Green Field" so well. She kept clapping her palms, and a trace of tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

In the next time, Lin Miaofeng's attention was all focused on the stage, and he no longer had time to think about Zhuo Yifan. She felt that compared with Wei Jiaojiao, Zhuo Yifan was simply not worth mentioning. There was even a hint of pride in her heart.

The first day of team competition ended without a hitch. The "Nan'an Street Dance Alliance" unexpectedly won the first place, winning the highest score in both skill and creativity, and won the first place in the group street dance competition. As the chairman of the jury, Zhuo Yifan also seems to have a strong interest in this group of small villagers from Nan'an County.

Back at the hotel, Ye Mingzhen seemed to be tired, and went back to room 209 to sleep without even eating dinner. But a group of children were still in the mood, and they improvised at dinner. They knocked on the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table, and the group of demons touched them in a ping pong, which made the aunts in the cafeteria laugh happily.

After Lin Miaofeng finished dinner, he accompanied Wei Jiaojiao out of the cafeteria and walked to room 208. Wei Jiaojiao stretched out her slender arm, hooked Lin Miaofeng's neck, and asked coquettishly, "Mom, am I dancing well?" ”

Lin Miaofeng reached out and pinched Wei Jiaojiao's soft face, and responded with a smile: "Of course it's okay, don't look at whose daughter it is?" Can you dance badly? ”

"Did you dance well?" Wei Jiaojiao asked suddenly.

Lin Miaofeng smiled slightly, pretended to be contemplative, and said leisurely: "Well, it's still a little bit short." ”

"What is missing?" Wei Jiaojiao seemed a little unwilling.

Lin Miaofeng pondered slightly, and pretended to exaggerate: "You don't understand it, but when you grow up, you will naturally know." ”

Wei Jiaojiao glanced at Lin Miaofeng angrily, and snorted heavily in her nose. "If you can understand it, I will understand it. When I grow up, why don't I need you to say? ”

"Okay, okay...... Later, my mother will give you a good talk. If you can understand it, maybe it will help you with your solo dance tomorrow. Lin Miaofeng lovingly reached out and touched Wei Jiaojiao's head.

"Uh-huh......" Wei Jiaojiao responded happily, then withdrew her arm and ran up to the second floor with the other two girls.

At night, after taking a bath, the little girl swarmed and climbed onto Lin Miaofeng's bed and surrounded Lin Miaofeng in the center. Wei Jiaojiao's two classmates knew that Lin Miaofeng was a former dance master, and when they heard Wei Jiaojiao say that Lin Miaofeng wanted to teach her "secrets", they also shouted to listen to it.

Looking at these lively and cute little girls in front of him, Lin Miaofeng seemed to see himself when he was young. She reached out and gently took Wei Jiaojiao in her arms, and combed the broken hair between her sideburns.

"Girl, you know what? Dance is actually the second language of human beings. Before the human language and writing matured, the communication between our ancestors should be represented by limbs, just like bees dancing and ants foraging. ”

"I know this, and our teacher Ye also told us." Wei Jiaojiao shouted loudly.

"Then did you Teacher Ye tell us why we dance?" Lin Miaofeng smiled slightly and asked softly.

"Nope." The little girls replied in unison.

"If it's a simple communication, we just need a few simple gestures. But why design some complicated movements? And how wonderful do these actions look to us? Lin Miaofeng asked with a smile.