December 21, 2020
Lin Weiwei caught a glimpse of Wang Yan and waved her hand: "Come here, it's going to start!"
Lu Yuanyuan reminded in a low voice: "Dance drama is different from a single dance. It has a plot. You can watch it carefully."
Nawu said with an expression having an unpleasant tone: "This piece of drama is the focus embryonic prototype of a key piece drama. Now Liu Li is considered doing the student version of the Chinese song drama and her instructor is Professor Sun Ying from our school. If her performance is good, little Liu Li has made her first step to the sky..."
Nawu's speech speed was fast and anxious, and she didn't care whether Wang Yan understood her or not. It took him a long time to figure out one thing. This drama is better than that because it was about Liu Li's future, and when he was just about to ask more clearly, the back yard lights went out.
The dance drama started off guard and did not slow down, and chants sounded in the darkness.
“In 33 BC, Huhanye Chanyu visited the emperor of the Han dynasty to marry a princess with the desire of duty to protect the northern border from the Han. The emperor agreed, but as he could not bear to be separated from his concubine whom he considered to be his flesh and blood and he wanted to fill his palace with maids. So, he ordered Chanyu to select women for this."
"But since all women were afraid of the freezing cold in the north, and how afraid he would not be able to complete his mission as soon as possible to have the only woman who would wear his crown with emotion and who came from the Imperial family. He carried them by force."
"The woman's name is Wang Jia. She had light makeup and a natural appearance. Her eyes were filled with autumn water. Her green silk was like a waterfall. Her beauty is incomparable."
"Just because she offended the painter of the palace, she was suspended and could not see the emperor for three years. When she had first set foot in the main hall of Weiyang after three years, the Han dynasty emperor couldn't show he had no regret, and he asked Huhanye Chanyu to keep her in his eyes for life.3
"This woman, nicknamed Wang, has been given a name, the name is Zhaojun."
The affectionate white voice still reverberated in his ears, and the lights gradually turned on. Liu Li knelt down on the stage wearing red clothes. Her beautiful hair is high, her golden hair accessories were shining, her eyelids were slightly drooping, and her long eyelashes were like ink marks on her white skin.
The light was hitting her side face, and a lingering sadness came naturally through the corners of her eyes and lips. And she was holding a coarse cloth, sitting on her knees like a sculpture, her body language was so numb, hollow, and stagnant, like a body that lost her soul.
The soundtrack sounded, with chimes and dulcimer as the main instruments, and the rhythm was light and slow, which seemed extremely monotonous and depressing.
The maids stepped onto the stage, bent over greatly, and walked towards the center of the stage one step at a time and two steps. They were like puppets, repeating the same pace over and over again, and the feeling of depression was simply rushing to their faces.
Wang Yan moved his butt subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his expression became serious.
Fu Yushi, who was sitting next door, raised her head in surprise and muttered: "Huh? Is artistic insight good..."
All the girls looked at Wang Yan, seeing the posture sitting in a precarious manner, and they knew that the dog understood at least the emotion to convey in the first act.
The content being staged on the stage seemed very simple, but in essence, it was a combination of lighting, soundtrack, action design, body language, and other elements to create harmony, with the intention of pulling the audience into the plot.
The dance drama is not only dance, but also drama, but it can't be directly shown with lines like drama, so it is more difficult to convey emotions. Even if it is performed correctly and communicated correctly, there is still a barrier to reading to the audience. Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. will affect the reading. If you don’t understand, you will feel inexplicable and silently complain: What is this?
In fact, Wang Yan didn't understand the plot, but his sensitive insight into that emotion was the result of his high IQ.
Lu Yuanyuan whispered Science Popularization: "This scene is called Ye Ting..."
The so-called Ye Ting, which means "side house in the palace", is the place where the maids live and work.
The clothes in the hands of Liu Li and the maids were for doing laundry. The depressed bass soundtrack and repeated mechanical movements expressed the daily life of the palace ladies walking on thin ice. That kind of dull repetition without seeing the sky had already destroyed the ladies of the palace to numbness.
As they progressed, Liu Li, who was sitting alone in the corner, slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, slowly straightened up, and finally stood up. When she stood upright, her lips opened slightly, as if sighing and sighing, a wave of sadness and sorrow broke through the air, hitting Wang Yan's heart.
She was complaining about her current life! Wang Zhaojun, still not numb! In just a moment, Wang Yan had understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was very excited by it. This was not a dance, and this was a stage performance!
‘Beautiful, Thirty thousand!’ He thought.
Wang Yan had just admired, but Zhaojun had bent down her straight body again and slowly walked towards the central bench on the stage with the same heavy steps as the palace ladies.
Before the time has come, Zhaojun couldn't get free, she could only press down on the flame of hope in her heart and continue to be a caged bird that was gradually dying.
Wang Yan sat down and watched, empathizing with her, deeply substituting in that situation.
After a few more seconds, as a woman in a white dress appeared on the stage, the soundtrack gradually became lighter. Zhaojun was like a bird, rushing towards the girls with brisk steps.
"Xiangxi brings Zhaojun's dowry." Lu Yuanyuan explained softly.
Zhaojun and Xiangxi looked at each other warmly and then walked in small steps. Suddenly, there was a ring of glockenspiel music outside the palace, and the maids immediately gathered around and listened. Zhaojun had landed at the end, moving lightly through the crowd, squeezing to the forefront.
The footsteps were so brisk, like stepping on a lotus flower, making her personal image more vivid, and with that longing smile on her face, it seems that she has once again raised a beautiful fantasy of future life.
"Absolutely!"
Wang Yan just couldn't help but want to applaud.
Within a few seconds when the lights were dimmed, Liu Li had accurately conveyed the vividness and beauty with her body language and a smile that could be unseen clearly. Her expressive power was so strong there was nothing to say!
When Pipa and Yaoqin came in, the lights gradually brightened and the ladies of the court performed a laundry dance. This was the first dance in the true sense. Wang Yan didn't know how to describe that feeling. He had just locked his gaze firmly on Liu Li, and his heart was full of praise for "beauty".
At this moment, the language is so pale that it is simply not enough to describe that kind of beautiful case.
Liu Li curled up like a willow in the wind, dancing with the song, that kind of grace, softness, elasticity, restraint...
Until this moment, Wang Yan finally understood what "body charm" is. Rhyme, harmonious, and pleasant sound, with words as rhyme, there is the beauty of poems and songs, and the sound of beauty. Taking the body as the rhyme, there is a graceful and graceful posture, and the beauty is in the eye.
As the saying goes: "The big sound is like the elephant is invisible", the beauty of the body's rhyme, Wang Yan did not know what is good, but he was drunk when he saw it, and his heart was surging.
At the end of the first act, Liu Li and the court ladies retired together, and the stage set became the palace hall. Wang Yan still failed to recover, and his love for Liu Li was unlimited. It was 30,000 that was skillfully hidden, and she was Wang Zhaojun when he had seen it...
Wang Yan didn’t even bother watching the second act. He was still immersed in Liu Li’s performance. He just knew the plot. It was the emperor of the Han dynasty who invited Huhanxie Shanyu to dinner, and the two parties experienced a series of conflicts.
The girls' performances were still good-looking, but the main dance was untasteful. Wang Yan didn't understand, but he could feel it.
At the beginning of the third act, Wang Zhaojun played by Liu Li appeared again, putting on a luxurious robe and wearing a golden crown as a Princess Chanyu on her head. Wang Yan regained his spirit and indulged in her prosperous beauty.
Miss Sister was naughty, smart, and full of life in life, but on the stage, there is only one word that can describe her. She is brilliant.
He was full of joy and suddenly became interested in the dance drama. He felt this artistic method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction. Of course, the premise was there must be a beautiful and outstanding dancer girl like Liu Li.
As he sighed, the plot developed to the point where Huhanye Chanyu fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight. Huhanye Chanyu, who was wearing a beard, suddenly stepped forward and danced.
'Damn it!'
Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment and went into the play instantly.
'Big beard, you touch my wife!'
For pas de deux, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan knew this happened a long time ago and thought it was completely understandable. However, when things have come, he found out...
A hollow in his stomach, it should be lemon essence, so sour!
In all fairness, this duet dance was super beautiful, Liu Li's core control ability was very strong, various lifting movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty, and Newton’s coffin board was almost unable to hold down.
On the one hand, Wang Yan really appreciates, on the other hand, and he can't restrain the sourness in his stomach. Suddenly, he remembered the question Liu Li asked the day before yesterday.
"Lin Weiwei studied the national standard, there is a time to rehearsals every day, and when it comes to line dance, she cuddles with boys every day, the hugs were about two to three hours. Do you mind if you like sister Weiwei?"
'Thirty thousand ah, you learn feelings is there a double dance for classical ones? Are you asking for the same thing for yourself?!'
Wang Yan was a little irritated, and for the first time, he was a little unsure of his answer.
Calm down, leaning on the back of the chair, silently observing the interaction on the stage.
The costumes of classical dance were conservative and thick, not as hot and sexy as the national standard. Liu Li's long skirt was double-layered dragged to the ground, and there was a pair of trousers tied to the ankle inside. The skirt danced like a fairy.
When it comes to physical contact, in fact, there are not many gestures such as lifting and hugging. The main idea is to use the implicit expression of classical dance to show the beauty of love. Most of the cuddle movements are virtual, with no physical contact, and very restrained.
It was just that Wang Yan was only 18 years old and had never watched a real dance drama. Suddenly seeing this scene was a bit shocking.
After a moment of a gaffe, and gradually, the harmonious beauty derived from real art, Wang Yan had begun to learn to look at the interaction on stage with an appreciative perspective.
It's nothing more than a loss of conviction; you have a lot of farts!
........
Then, just when the whole scene was about to end, Huhanye Chanyu squatted down like a tiger and Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knees, gently sat on with her butt, and looked up at the sky.
'Damn it!'
Wang Yan didn't calm down again; he felt a mess and even subconsciously used a beauty radar on Liu Li. At the first moment, he opened the special section to read the explanation, which clearly read [Love experience is zero], and while Matsushita sighed in his heart, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
'Dizzy, stupid dog what are you doing?! Is it naive?! Are you stupid?! What about respect?'
When Wang Yan had finished his job, he knew that he was wrong and regretted it very much. He didn't want to use the excuse "I'm only 18 years old" to comfort himself. Some words were okay to deceive others, but it's boring to deceive yourself.
To mind is to mind, not to see it has nothing to do with age, but a manifestation of an immature worldview, insufficient mentality, and excessive possessiveness.
In fact, Wang Yan had never worried about whether Liu Li would empathize or fall in love or not. If she moved so easily, he would never have his turn.
Worldview is not a big problem. In his heart, Wang Yan could understand the rationality, legitimacy, and necessity of this contact.
The only thing is the possessiveness is too strong, but the true heart is not. Therefore, it is a fight between reason and emotion. Reason thinks this dance is really beautiful and shouldn't look at it with such a narrow mindset. Emotionally, it is a little awkward, thinking that my girl is for me only, and I am lonely who can touch it.
It is precisely because of such a fierce mind-brain conflict that at that moment, he lost his mind and makes that kind of childish and hypocritical behavior.
Now Wang Yan finally realized that although he was growing rapidly, in fact, he is not strong enough in all aspects, and he is still far from a mature man...
In reflection, the plot still was advancing scene by scene.
Wang Yan hadn't been able to take a look at it seriously until a certain moment.
In the depressive soundtrack and dim lighting, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes crying. As soon as the spotlight came, her expression suddenly became vivid, and a touch of joy from the heart leaped across her face, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds and illuminating the whole world. Little by little the soundtrack became cheerful. In the indulgent dance, her smile became sweeter and sweeter. Her big bright eyes seemed to gleam, and a burst of joy came to her face.
Wang Yan felt what he saw was not a dance, but a poem "A beautiful smile and a beautiful look." Even if he didn't understand the plot, his mood improved, and he laughed heartily.
After the whole dance, he sighed involuntarily.
"Phew..."
What a powerful expressive force that people can be pulled in and stuck with only facial expressions, eyes, and body language!
He had finally understood why Liu Li loved dancing so much. This girl was born for the stage. In the real-life, she is like a fox. On the stage, she is in full bloom to full bloom.
To fully own her beauty, you must fully accept her silence and bloom.
.....................
An hour was passed in a flash. After the end of the play, Liu Li flew off the stage like a bird and rushed to Wang Yan: "How is it? Is the dance drama interesting?"
She didn't want to ask about her dance, and Wang Yan knew well.
The high praise was whispering, but when he goes speaking, it turned into a complaint after all, and he didn't even stop the habit of being careful.
"You let other boys hug you, and even you sit on their knees!" Wang Yan didn't realize it, but when he had ended speaking, he had actually pursed his mouth slightly unconsciously.
Liu Li was startled and seemed a bit wronged at first, but as soon as she saw Wang Yan's jealous showing his true feelings, she finally couldn't hold back her laugh. Then she bit her lower lip lightly, her big eyes circled vigorously twice and suddenly she slapped his face, and Weiwei grinned.
"Let's do this, and I allow you to hug other girls, Weiwei, Yushi, whoever you want to hug, I promise not to be jealous. How about this? Is it fair?! What kind of sand sculpture condition are you?! How can this matter?! Eh?! Am I being tricked?"
Wang Yan suddenly realized what was wrong and was thinking about it. At the same time, several shouts came from a distance on the stage.
"Liu Li, come over and have a summary meeting!"
"Wow! Is that your little milk dog? Bring it to everyone later!"
"Hey, hey, don’t put dog food here. No? How many single dogs are on the stage, don’t you have a B number in your heart?!"
Liu Li turned around and shouted: "Immediately!"
When she turned back, she raised her small face, stared at Wang Yan, and stopped talking.
"Wow..."
"What are you doing?"
Wang Yan was wondering, Liu Li suddenly stretched out her hands, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled down hard...
"Wow!"
"Gosh! Little Liu Li is online!"
"Wow...Liu Li, you are awesome!!!" On and off the stage, all exploded directly.
However, Liu Li paid no attention to anything, passionate and attentive... After three seconds, she released her hands, pushed Wang Yan's chest hard, turned, and ran away.
Wang Yan's face was dumbfounded, and he subconsciously touched his chest... it hurts and sweet.
It was not until he heard Lin Weiwei and the ruthless mockery of others until he realized he was in the crowd... He was actually given... As a little sheep!
"Shit! How do you want to die thirty thousand?"
Wang Yan was silent and ruthless, rolled his arm and net sleeve then turned his head and left. Uh, in your home court today. Let's save the face at the time being, and your brother was not from the heart!
Standing on the stage, Liu Li raised her head high and watched Wang Yan leave. There was anxiety in his heart, but he was more proud.
Dance is dance, and I am me. I am never ambiguous. For your worried question, I will give you the answer now!
December 21, 2020
Lin Weiwei caught a glimpse of Wang Yan and waved her hand: "Come here, it's going to start!"
Lu Yuanyuan reminded in a low voice: "Dance drama is different from a single dance. It has a plot. You can watch it carefully."
Nawu said with an expression having an unpleasant tone: "This piece of drama is the focus embryonic prototype of a key piece drama. Now Liu Li is considered doing the student version of the Chinese song drama and her instructor is Professor Sun Ying from our school. If her performance is good, little Liu Li has made her first step to the sky..."
Nawu's speech speed was fast and anxious, and she didn't care whether Wang Yan understood her or not. It took him a long time to figure out one thing. This drama is better than that because it was about Liu Li's future, and when he was just about to ask more clearly, the back yard lights went out.
The dance drama started off guard and did not slow down, and chants sounded in the darkness.
“In 33 BC, Huhanye Chanyu visited the emperor of the Han dynasty to marry a princess with the desire of duty to protect the northern border from the Han. The emperor agreed, but as he could not bear to be separated from his concubine whom he considered to be his flesh and blood and he wanted to fill his palace with maids. So, he ordered Chanyu to select women for this."
"But since all women were afraid of the freezing cold in the north, and how afraid he would not be able to complete his mission as soon as possible to have the only woman who would wear his crown with emotion and who came from the Imperial family. He carried them by force."
"The woman's name is Wang Jia. She had light makeup and a natural appearance. Her eyes were filled with autumn water. Her green silk was like a waterfall. Her beauty is incomparable."
"Just because she offended the painter of the palace, she was suspended and could not see the emperor for three years. When she had first set foot in the main hall of Weiyang after three years, the Han dynasty emperor couldn't show he had no regret, and he asked Huhanye Chanyu to keep her in his eyes for life.3
"This woman, nicknamed Wang, has been given a name, the name is Zhaojun."
The affectionate white voice still reverberated in his ears, and the lights gradually turned on. Liu Li knelt down on the stage wearing red clothes. Her beautiful hair is high, her golden hair accessories were shining, her eyelids were slightly drooping, and her long eyelashes were like ink marks on her white skin.
The light was hitting her side face, and a lingering sadness came naturally through the corners of her eyes and lips. And she was holding a coarse cloth, sitting on her knees like a sculpture, her body language was so numb, hollow, and stagnant, like a body that lost her soul.
The soundtrack sounded, with chimes and dulcimer as the main instruments, and the rhythm was light and slow, which seemed extremely monotonous and depressing.
The maids stepped onto the stage, bent over greatly, and walked towards the center of the stage one step at a time and two steps. They were like puppets, repeating the same pace over and over again, and the feeling of depression was simply rushing to their faces.
Wang Yan moved his butt subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his expression became serious.
Fu Yushi, who was sitting next door, raised her head in surprise and muttered: "Huh? Is artistic insight good..."
All the girls looked at Wang Yan, seeing the posture sitting in a precarious manner, and they knew that the dog understood at least the emotion to convey in the first act.
The content being staged on the stage seemed very simple, but in essence, it was a combination of lighting, soundtrack, action design, body language, and other elements to create harmony, with the intention of pulling the audience into the plot.
The dance drama is not only dance, but also drama, but it can't be directly shown with lines like drama, so it is more difficult to convey emotions. Even if it is performed correctly and communicated correctly, there is still a barrier to reading to the audience. Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. will affect the reading. If you don’t understand, you will feel inexplicable and silently complain: What is this?
In fact, Wang Yan didn't understand the plot, but his sensitive insight into that emotion was the result of his high IQ.
Lu Yuanyuan whispered Science Popularization: "This scene is called Ye Ting..."
The so-called Ye Ting, which means "side house in the palace", is the place where the maids live and work.
The clothes in the hands of Liu Li and the maids were for doing laundry. The depressed bass soundtrack and repeated mechanical movements expressed the daily life of the palace ladies walking on thin ice. That kind of dull repetition without seeing the sky had already destroyed the ladies of the palace to numbness.
As they progressed, Liu Li, who was sitting alone in the corner, slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, slowly straightened up, and finally stood up. When she stood upright, her lips opened slightly, as if sighing and sighing, a wave of sadness and sorrow broke through the air, hitting Wang Yan's heart.
She was complaining about her current life! Wang Zhaojun, still not numb! In just a moment, Wang Yan had understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was very excited by it. This was not a dance, and this was a stage performance!
‘Beautiful, Thirty thousand!’ He thought.
Wang Yan had just admired, but Zhaojun had bent down her straight body again and slowly walked towards the central bench on the stage with the same heavy steps as the palace ladies.
Before the time has come, Zhaojun couldn't get free, she could only press down on the flame of hope in her heart and continue to be a caged bird that was gradually dying.
Wang Yan sat down and watched, empathizing with her, deeply substituting in that situation.
After a few more seconds, as a woman in a white dress appeared on the stage, the soundtrack gradually became lighter. Zhaojun was like a bird, rushing towards the girls with brisk steps.
"Xiangxi brings Zhaojun's dowry." Lu Yuanyuan explained softly.
Zhaojun and Xiangxi looked at each other warmly and then walked in small steps. Suddenly, there was a ring of glockenspiel music outside the palace, and the maids immediately gathered around and listened. Zhaojun had landed at the end, moving lightly through the crowd, squeezing to the forefront.
The footsteps were so brisk, like stepping on a lotus flower, making her personal image more vivid, and with that longing smile on her face, it seems that she has once again raised a beautiful fantasy of future life.
"Absolutely!"
Wang Yan just couldn't help but want to applaud.
Within a few seconds when the lights were dimmed, Liu Li had accurately conveyed the vividness and beauty with her body language and a smile that could be unseen clearly. Her expressive power was so strong there was nothing to say!
When Pipa and Yaoqin came in, the lights gradually brightened and the ladies of the court performed a laundry dance. This was the first dance in the true sense. Wang Yan didn't know how to describe that feeling. He had just locked his gaze firmly on Liu Li, and his heart was full of praise for "beauty".
At this moment, the language is so pale that it is simply not enough to describe that kind of beautiful case.
Liu Li curled up like a willow in the wind, dancing with the song, that kind of grace, softness, elasticity, restraint...
Until this moment, Wang Yan finally understood what "body charm" is. Rhyme, harmonious, and pleasant sound, with words as rhyme, there is the beauty of poems and songs, and the sound of beauty. Taking the body as the rhyme, there is a graceful and graceful posture, and the beauty is in the eye.
As the saying goes: "The big sound is like the elephant is invisible", the beauty of the body's rhyme, Wang Yan did not know what is good, but he was drunk when he saw it, and his heart was surging.
At the end of the first act, Liu Li and the court ladies retired together, and the stage set became the palace hall. Wang Yan still failed to recover, and his love for Liu Li was unlimited. It was 30,000 that was skillfully hidden, and she was Wang Zhaojun when he had seen it...
Wang Yan didn’t even bother watching the second act. He was still immersed in Liu Li’s performance. He just knew the plot. It was the emperor of the Han dynasty who invited Huhanxie Shanyu to dinner, and the two parties experienced a series of conflicts.
The girls' performances were still good-looking, but the main dance was untasteful. Wang Yan didn't understand, but he could feel it.
At the beginning of the third act, Wang Zhaojun played by Liu Li appeared again, putting on a luxurious robe and wearing a golden crown as a Princess Chanyu on her head. Wang Yan regained his spirit and indulged in her prosperous beauty.
Miss Sister was naughty, smart, and full of life in life, but on the stage, there is only one word that can describe her. She is brilliant.
He was full of joy and suddenly became interested in the dance drama. He felt this artistic method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction. Of course, the premise was there must be a beautiful and outstanding dancer girl like Liu Li.
As he sighed, the plot developed to the point where Huhanye Chanyu fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight. Huhanye Chanyu, who was wearing a beard, suddenly stepped forward and danced.
'Damn it!'
Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment and went into the play instantly.
'Big beard, you touch my wife!'
For pas de deux, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan knew this happened a long time ago and thought it was completely understandable. However, when things have come, he found out...
A hollow in his stomach, it should be lemon essence, so sour!
In all fairness, this duet dance was super beautiful, Liu Li's core control ability was very strong, various lifting movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty, and Newton’s coffin board was almost unable to hold down.
On the one hand, Wang Yan really appreciates, on the other hand, and he can't restrain the sourness in his stomach. Suddenly, he remembered the question Liu Li asked the day before yesterday.
"Lin Weiwei studied the national standard, there is a time to rehearsals every day, and when it comes to line dance, she cuddles with boys every day, the hugs were about two to three hours. Do you mind if you like sister Weiwei?"
'Thirty thousand ah, you learn feelings is there a double dance for classical ones? Are you asking for the same thing for yourself?!'
Wang Yan was a little irritated, and for the first time, he was a little unsure of his answer.
Calm down, leaning on the back of the chair, silently observing the interaction on the stage.
The costumes of classical dance were conservative and thick, not as hot and sexy as the national standard. Liu Li's long skirt was double-layered dragged to the ground, and there was a pair of trousers tied to the ankle inside. The skirt danced like a fairy.
When it comes to physical contact, in fact, there are not many gestures such as lifting and hugging. The main idea is to use the implicit expression of classical dance to show the beauty of love. Most of the cuddle movements are virtual, with no physical contact, and very restrained.
It was just that Wang Yan was only 18 years old and had never watched a real dance drama. Suddenly seeing this scene was a bit shocking.
After a moment of a gaffe, and gradually, the harmonious beauty derived from real art, Wang Yan had begun to learn to look at the interaction on stage with an appreciative perspective.
It's nothing more than a loss of conviction; you have a lot of farts!
........
Then, just when the whole scene was about to end, Huhanye Chanyu squatted down like a tiger and Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knees, gently sat on with her butt, and looked up at the sky.
'Damn it!'
Wang Yan didn't calm down again; he felt a mess and even subconsciously used a beauty radar on Liu Li. At the first moment, he opened the special section to read the explanation, which clearly read [Love experience is zero], and while Matsushita sighed in his heart, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
'Dizzy, stupid dog what are you doing?! Is it naive?! Are you stupid?! What about respect?'
When Wang Yan had finished his job, he knew that he was wrong and regretted it very much. He didn't want to use the excuse "I'm only 18 years old" to comfort himself. Some words were okay to deceive others, but it's boring to deceive yourself.
To mind is to mind, not to see it has nothing to do with age, but a manifestation of an immature worldview, insufficient mentality, and excessive possessiveness.
In fact, Wang Yan had never worried about whether Liu Li would empathize or fall in love or not. If she moved so easily, he would never have his turn.
Worldview is not a big problem. In his heart, Wang Yan could understand the rationality, legitimacy, and necessity of this contact.
The only thing is the possessiveness is too strong, but the true heart is not. Therefore, it is a fight between reason and emotion. Reason thinks this dance is really beautiful and shouldn't look at it with such a narrow mindset. Emotionally, it is a little awkward, thinking that my girl is for me only, and I am lonely who can touch it.
It is precisely because of such a fierce mind-brain conflict that at that moment, he lost his mind and makes that kind of childish and hypocritical behavior.
Now Wang Yan finally realized that although he was growing rapidly, in fact, he is not strong enough in all aspects, and he is still far from a mature man...
In reflection, the plot still was advancing scene by scene.
Wang Yan hadn't been able to take a look at it seriously until a certain moment.
In the depressive soundtrack and dim lighting, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes crying. As soon as the spotlight came, her expression suddenly became vivid, and a touch of joy from the heart leaped across her face, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds and illuminating the whole world. Little by little the soundtrack became cheerful. In the indulgent dance, her smile became sweeter and sweeter. Her big bright eyes seemed to gleam, and a burst of joy came to her face.
Wang Yan felt what he saw was not a dance, but a poem "A beautiful smile and a beautiful look." Even if he didn't understand the plot, his mood improved, and he laughed heartily.
After the whole dance, he sighed involuntarily.
"Phew..."
What a powerful expressive force that people can be pulled in and stuck with only facial expressions, eyes, and body language!
He had finally understood why Liu Li loved dancing so much. This girl was born for the stage. In the real-life, she is like a fox. On the stage, she is in full bloom to full bloom.
To fully own her beauty, you must fully accept her silence and bloom.
.....................
An hour was passed in a flash. After the end of the play, Liu Li flew off the stage like a bird and rushed to Wang Yan: "How is it? Is the dance drama interesting?"
She didn't want to ask about her dance, and Wang Yan knew well.
The high praise was whispering, but when he goes speaking, it turned into a complaint after all, and he didn't even stop the habit of being careful.
"You let other boys hug you, and even you sit on their knees!" Wang Yan didn't realize it, but when he had ended speaking, he had actually pursed his mouth slightly unconsciously.
Liu Li was startled and seemed a bit wronged at first, but as soon as she saw Wang Yan's jealous showing his true feelings, she finally couldn't hold back her laugh. Then she bit her lower lip lightly, her big eyes circled vigorously twice and suddenly she slapped his face, and Weiwei grinned.
"Let's do this, and I allow you to hug other girls, Weiwei, Yushi, whoever you want to hug, I promise not to be jealous. How about this? Is it fair?! What kind of sand sculpture condition are you?! How can this matter?! Eh?! Am I being tricked?"
Wang Yan suddenly realized what was wrong and was thinking about it. At the same time, several shouts came from a distance on the stage.
"Liu Li, come over and have a summary meeting!"
"Wow! Is that your little milk dog? Bring it to everyone later!"
"Hey, hey, don’t put dog food here. No? How many single dogs are on the stage, don’t you have a B number in your heart?!"
Liu Li turned around and shouted: "Immediately!"
When she turned back, she raised her small face, stared at Wang Yan, and stopped talking.
"Wow..."
"What are you doing?"
Wang Yan was wondering, Liu Li suddenly stretched out her hands, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled down hard...
"Wow!"
"Gosh! Little Liu Li is online!"
"Wow...Liu Li, you are awesome!!!" On and off the stage, all exploded directly.
However, Liu Li paid no attention to anything, passionate and attentive... After three seconds, she released her hands, pushed Wang Yan's chest hard, turned, and ran away.
Wang Yan's face was dumbfounded, and he subconsciously touched his chest... it hurts and sweet.
It was not until he heard Lin Weiwei and the ruthless mockery of others until he realized he was in the crowd... He was actually given... As a little sheep!
"Shit! How do you want to die thirty thousand?"
Wang Yan was silent and ruthless, rolled his arm and net sleeve then turned his head and left. Uh, in your home court today. Let's save the face at the time being, and your brother was not from the heart!
Standing on the stage, Liu Li raised her head high and watched Wang Yan leave. There was anxiety in his heart, but he was more proud.
Dance is dance, and I am me. I am never ambiguous. For your worried question, I will give you the answer now!
