Music is ancient strings.

Tan Beixing took a deep breath, put his toes on the ground, spread his arms, and danced.

The dance moves from slow to accelerated, with every step stepping on the drum.

Under the dim yellow light, the white ethereal and simple, as if bringing people into another world, saw a caterpillar, breaking into a cocoon into a butterfly and flying to the sky...

After five minutes, the music stops and the dancing stops.

Tan Beixing bowed and thanked him, his forehead was sweating, his face was flushed, and he looked very well-behaved and shy.

"Good!"

Liao Chuncui came back to her senses for a while, clapped her hands and shouted hello.

Whether it's the choreography or the maturity of the dance, it's no problem to be on the international stage!

After a pause, she asked, "What nationality are you dancing in?" ”

Tan Beixing was slightly stunned, and subconsciously glanced at a dark corner under the stage.

Song Li's eyebrows raised slightly, pressed the phone screen, and shook it in the air.

Cheering her on.

Tan Beixing had a smile in his eyes, and replied to Liao Chuncui without being humble or arrogant: "It was created by a very good friend of mine, and it was named Po Die." ”

Three years ago, the moment she woke up, Song Li choreographed a dance for her.

Celebrate her transformation into a butterfly.

And Song Li, not only a friend, but also a family member, is the brightest month in her life.

Liao Chuncui didn't ask any more questions, chewed on these two words, and tasted it for a while, very satisfied with this little girl.

Yuan Qingya, who was sitting on the side, frowned, and had some bad premonitions.

His eyes flashed, and he got up and went backstage again.

Song Yue'er was at the door and saw Tan Beixing's dance and Liao Chuncui's reaction.

She really didn't expect that Tan Beixing would not only be able to dance, but also dance so well!

But she is in Qingteng, and she has never seen Tan Beixing dance!!

Seeing Tan Beixing coming down, Song Yue'er picked at her palm, the resentment in her eyes couldn't help overflowing, and when she passed by, she gritted her teeth in a low voice and said: "Tan Beixing, pretend that you can't dance, and then be in the limelight here, you must be very proud now, right?" ”

Tan Beixing glanced at her, ignored her at all, and went backstage.

Song Yue'er bit her lip, jealous.

"Yue'er!"

"Ahh Cousin! ”

Hearing Yuan Qingya's shout, she instantly came back to her senses and returned to her simple appearance.

Yuan Qingya glanced at Tan Beixing inside, and said in a low voice: "The teacher seems to be very satisfied with this Tan Beixing, you have to compare to her..."

Tan Beixing's dance, she felt amazing.

Song Yue'er clenched her fingertips and lowered her head: "Then what should I do..."

Yuan Qingya's brows tightened, she thought about it, and said a few words to Song Yue'er.

——

Xi Shan and Hou Hui were eliminated, and the personnel were automatically subtracted by two and automatically added by one.

With Tan Beixing in front, the next performance is very plain and full of bells and whistles.

Yin Huan on the 17th.

Green clothing, like the wind in spring.

Although it is not as good as Tan Beixing, it is still very good compared to others.

Liao Chuncui wrote down her name.

Finally waited for Song Yue'er.

Thinking of the previous meeting and the words that Yuan Qingya said, Liao Chuncui cheered up and began to watch it with anticipation.

Song Yue'er wore a colorful dance costume with a feather-like pendant, which was somewhat similar to the one Liao Chuncui wore when she performed on stage in the morning.

Yu Guang saw Yun Qingya coming out of the backstage, Liao Chuncui seemed to understand something, and frowned.

Yun Qingya has been with Liao Chuncui for five years, and she knows her temper well, but at this time, she noticed that she was unhappy, a little nervous, and whispered coquettishly: "My cousin has always admired the teacher, and today I finally got a chance to perform in front of you, and I wanted to show you the best, so I pestered me for a long time..."

The clothes are similar, and a piece of clothing doesn't mean anything.

Liao Chuncui didn't speak.

Song Yue'er danced to the music, her style was different from everyone in front of her, simple and elegant.

After the jump, Song Yue'er stood there, waiting for Liao Chuncui's praise.

But Liao Chuncui frowned, stared at her and was silent for a while, and said lightly: "The dance posture and figure are good, but the dance you danced today is equivalent to imitating the original, it is not suitable for your age, causing you to dance out of a four-like, which can even be said to be funny!" ”