Bai Zhe supported Zhuang Xi, who was about to fall, and asked her to sit down and rest.

After a few days of recuperation, she was less weak and her dizziness and weakness had decreased.

As for dance creation, it can't be said that it was a difficult start, at least it was at a loss.

Zhuang Xi's physical strength was not enough to support continuous dance movements, so he designed and choreographed the dance while doing rehabilitation exercises.

She initially taught herself classical ballet at a welfare school, and after joining the company, she received three years of professional training, and was exposed to Latin dance, modern dance and various ethnic dances.

Her ability to imitate and comprehend is good, and with the help of Dream Shadow and other techniques, she quickly went from a somewhat talented self-learner to a professional dancer who can make a living from dance.

Even if he is in poor physical condition and lacks the assistance of prosthetics, the dance moves designed and practiced by Zhuang Xi are still pleasing to the eye.

But she wasn't happy with the results. Even Bai Zhe, a layman, can see that something is wrong.

He had never learned to dance, but he had seen Ashima dance with his own eyes. That's not true.

Zhuang Xi did refer to the moth's mother's movements a lot when designing the movements. Such as struggling and writhing, spinning and dancing to weave a silk net, carrying a huge net and flapping wings with difficulty, and so on.

The similarities can be seen in the appearance, the dance is novel and beautiful, but the key charm is missing.

"I don't feel crazy enough."

The only viewer, Bai Zhe, gave an objective evaluation.

Zhuang Xi nodded silently. She felt trapped in her train of thought.

If we completely pursue restoration, not to mention whether the human body can achieve those actions, the final stage effect will inevitably frighten and even traumatize the audience.

However, now this borrowed and adapted version has lost the weird and dangerous charm of the original.

It is necessary to pursue the charm of the "dance of the moth" and the beauty of the dance performance......

During the break, Bai Zhe and Zhuang Xi searched and browsed the information of the Moth Dance to see if there were any ideas for reference.

"The Dance of Moths" is not a new theme.

People often associate dance with butterflies, praising dancers with their gestures and colors. There are also plenty of precedents for moths that resemble butterflies as the theme of dances.

A random search of them found a large number of related works. There are live performances, and there are also virtual ones.

"Well, most of them give me the feeling that it is more appropriate to call it a butterfly dance."

Moths flapping their wings in the night, moths swooping down on the lights. Gray or dangerously colored wings, scales sprinkled in the dark. There is still a clear difference between this feeling and that of butterflies.

"These two kind of feel, but not particularly appropriate."

Zhuang Xi found two performances with a good style. The action, the soundtrack, the stage effects, the meaning of the moth was clearly seen. Compared with the movements she designed, there was no obvious breakthrough.

The main thing is that this moth of theirs is not a real moth, it is really a very special kind.......

There's no place to copy it. It's going to be a dead man.

Bai Zhe began to wonder if the plan of dance works would work. Perhaps it was wrong to reproduce the beauty of Ashima through dance.

"Zhuang Xi, what do you think the beauty of dance comes from?"

She thought for a while and said slowly:

"The most superficial layer is the beauty of the body and movement, the direct visual impact."

"After that, it is probably through the action choreography design, eyes, rhythm, emotions and artistic conception expressed."

"Go deeper...... It may come from the music, the stage, the costumes, the collaboration, etc., all of which are in harmony with the dance. ”

Well, it's true that the cultural literacy is also quite a bit higher than that of the berserk dwarf.

The beauty of the body, the beauty of the artistic conception, the beauty of harmony. The beauty of the dance performance is undoubtedly multi-layered.

"I'm thinking, ah... Will there be a conflict between the inner madness and disorder of the Moth Dance and the inner harmony pursued by the dance? ”

Zhuang Xi lowered his head and did not answer for a long time. She felt blocked in her train of thought, and Bai Zhe seemed to give the reason for the blockage intuitively.

There's really no way.

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Three days later.

Zhuang Xi didn't go out, and spent the whole day pondering dance moves in the living room of the house.

Bai Zhe felt that her state was not quite right, and she had a tendency to go crazy. But he couldn't persuade the other party.

The dancers seem to be caught up in the dance of the moths, and they have an indelible obsession with reproducing Ashimma's posture.

Dance in front of the mirror, constantly changing, until the body can no longer support it.

The effect of rehabilitation exercises can only be said to be decent, and the feeling of weakness in her body has not been eradicated, resulting in her being unable to dance for a long time.

In the past two days, because of the amount of exercise, Bai Zhe even felt that Zhuang Xi's physical condition was showing signs of slipping.

Win Hikora, is it so important to you?

He was able to understand that the point was not to win, but to prove the uniqueness of his existence.

Everyone wants to prove that they are special, but the process is so difficult.

Foreign objects can be copied, bodies can be imitated, words, deeds and emotions can be imitated.

The birth of Hikora indicates that even the particularity of artistic creation and performance can be erased, and this self-reserved land does not seem to be very special.

Individuals aspire to prove their uniqueness, and the development of the world makes people's appearances and essences more and more converge.

"Did He hear my wishes?"

Zhuang Xi, who was resting on the chair, muttered. It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be asking Bai Zhe.

The back of her shirt was stained with blood, and some small wounds would tear open and ooze blood from time to time. The blood scab formed and fell over and over again, but her body never recovered, and the large scars from which the prosthesis was removed did not disappear.

"Will He Answer My Wishes......"

"Responded."

Bai Zhe said loudly, and Zhuang Xi turned his head.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

But you should understand that putting your hope in Him is not a rational act. I don't believe in gods on a mission to save humanity. ”

The transformation given by Ashima may lead to death, or worse. He made it clear that red eggs are not branding.

"I'm already dead, what else would I not dare bet on?"

Zhuang Xi is grateful to Bai Zhe for dragging her out of death, but she does not intend to use her lost life calmly.

As a dancer, she was destined to dance. If there is a chance to dance a dance of the city, even if it is at the cost of death, she will not hesitate to seize it.

Moths are not long-lived creatures.

Bai Zhe took out the scarlet egg from his pocket, and it had many irregular filaments on the outside, like blood vessels or roots.

Everyone has their own choice. Now that his mind has been decided, he doesn't have to interfere.

Zhuang Xi stared at the red eggs in Bai Zhe's hand that exuded the breath of life, and she finally saw the proof of their existence.

There is no way out, and it is her willingness to go astray. I only hope that this misguided path can be exchanged for an opportunity, a dance.

She took the red egg from Bai Zhe's hand and pressed her heart under the guidance of intuition.

The scarlet thread pierced into the skin, and the eggs given by Ashima lodged in the heart.

Silk threads of the same color grew all over the body, slowly forming an oval-shaped giant cocoon outside Zhuang Xi's body.

She smiled and waved goodbye to Bai Zhe. Thank you.

Bai Zhe looked at the one-person-tall scarlet cocoon in the room, and felt that his life was really getting more and more colorful.