God of Life

Lin Weiwei glanced at Wang Yan and waved quickly: “Come here, it's about to start! ”

Lady Lu whispered, “Dance is not the same as individual dance, there is a plot, look carefully. ”

Na Wu's nasty stink revealed: “This play is the prototype of a key project. Now Glass platter is a student version of the Chinese opera. The coaching teacher is Professor Sun Ying of our school. If the performance works well, Little Glass is a step into the sky...”

Nago's speech was fast and hasty. Wang Yan didn't understand or not. It took half a day to figure out one thing - this play is about the future.

Just to be clear, the rear lights went out.

The drama began to suddenly fail to prevent, Wang Yan did not abate God, and in the darkness cried white.

“In 33 BC, Hu Han evil singled to Changan An, seeking to marry a princess and make love. ”

“Yuan Emperor Yun. ”

“The emperor cannot bear the separation of the flesh and flesh. He wants to fill the house with the maiden of the palace, so that he may be chosen by the chief. ”

“The women feared the bitter cold in the north, avoided nothing but fear, and the only woman picked her crown. ”

“The queen's name, her light makeup, natural, eyes with autumn water, silk as a waterfall, beautiful. ”

“Just because he was guilty of being a painter in the palace, he was grazed and forbidden to see the emperor for three years. ”

“When she first stepped onto the Temple of Miao Zheng, Yuan Emperor could not repent, and called Han Evil alone, for a lifetime. ”

“This woman, her name is Wang Zhaojun. ”

The deep whispering still echoed in his ear, and the light grew bright. Liu Li attacked the red coat and sat on his knees on the stage.

Her hair rose tall, her blonde hair sparkled, her eyelids draped slightly, and her long eyelashes printed with ink on her bright, ball-like skin.

The light struck her side of the face, a grievance that could not be waved, which naturally appeared through the lips of the corners of her eyes.

And she sat on her knees like a sculpture with a coarse cloth, and the body language was so numb, hollow, clotted, like a soulless shell.

The accompaniment sounds, with the clock making and the piano as the main instruments, the rhythm is slow, appearing to be distinctly monotonous and repressive.

The ladies stepped on stage and bent down sharply, slipping one step at a time and walking toward the center of the stage.

They were like puppets, repeating the same pace over and over again, and that sense of repression was just a flutter.

Wang Yan consciously moved his butt, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his expression became serious.

Fu Yushi, sitting next door, looked up in surprise and muttered: “Yo? Art insight is good...”

Several of the girls looked at Wang Yan, and when they saw the scene, they understood that at least the dog understood the emotions to be conveyed in the first scene.

The content that is being performed on the stage seems very simple, but in essence, it is a blend of lighting, accompaniment, motion design, body language and other elements that create a tune intended to “pull” the audience into the plot.

Dance is more than just dance, it's more difficult to convey emotion because it can't be presented directly on the stage like a play.

There is still a reading threshold to reach the audience, even if it performs correctly and communicates correctly.

Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. can all affect reading. If you can't read it, you'll feel strange. Silent vomit in your heart: What is this thing?

Wang Yan didn't really understand the plot, but the sensitive insight into that emotion was also the credit of high intelligence.

Lu Huanyuan whispered: “This scene is called the court...”

The so-called courtyard, which means "houses in the palace”, is the place where the women live and work.

The clothes in the hands of Liu Glass and Miyagi are laundry.

Repressed bass music, repetitive mechanical movements, describe the life of the women day after day, such as in a palace with thin ice.

The dull repetition of the invisibility of the sun has devastated the women to numbness.

As they marched, Liu Glass sitting alone slowly opened her eyes, looked up at the sky, slowly upright and eventually stood up.

As she stood upright for a moment, her lips were slightly open and she sighed as if she were not sighing. A grudge and sorrow broke into the air and struck Wang Yan's heart.

She's complaining about her life now!

Wang Zhaojun, still not numb!

Just for a moment, Wang Yan read the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was excited about it.

It's not a dance. It's a stage show!

Beautiful, 30,000!

Wang Yanzheng sighed, but Zhaojun bent down and straightened his body. He slowly walked towards the center of the stage at the same heavy pace as the Miyagi.

The time has not come and cannot be relieved. Zhaojun can only press the spark of hope in his heart and continue to be a caged bird gradually dying.

Wang Yan sat down and looked at it, empathizing with his feelings. He profoundly stepped into that situation.

A few more seconds later, as a woman in a white dress appeared, the accompaniment gradually became lighter.

Zhaojun was like a little bird, walking fast and rushing towards the girl.

“Xiangxi, the bride of Zhaojun.” Lady Lu spoke softly.

Zhaojun stared warmly at Xiangxi and then walked in small steps. Suddenly, there was a clock music coming from outside the palace, and the ladies immediately went around and listened to her side ears.

Zhaojun landed at the end, the light spirit shuttle in the crowd, squeezing to the forefront.

That footstep was so light, thinking about the toe, like stepping on a lotus flower, making her personal image more vibrant, and accompanied by that envisioned smile, as if it raised the fantasy of future life again.

Fantastic!

Wang Yan couldn't help but want to applaud.

In just a few seconds after the light went down, Liu Li accurately conveyed that kind of freshness and beauty with his body language and a smile that he couldn't see clearly. His expressions were so powerful he had nothing to say!

When Piwa and Yaoqin came in, the lights grew bright and the ladies danced a laundry dance.

This was the first dance in the real sense. Wang Yan had no idea how to describe that feeling. He simply locked his eyes firmly on Liu Li and gave birth to an infinite admiration of “beauty” in his heart.

At this moment, the language is so pale, it's simply not enough to describe that kind of beauty.

Liu Lai Tingting, like a swinging willow in the wind, dance with songs, the kind of Xuana, soft, elastic, restrained...

Until now, Wang Yan finally understood what “body rhyme” was.

Rhymes, harmonious sounds.

In the rhyme of the words, the poetry and song give the beauty, the voice of beauty.

With rhyme, the figure is wonderful and brilliant, the beauty is in the eye.

The so-called "big noise Greek elephant invisible”, beautiful body rhyme, Wang Yan doesn't know what is good, but the hope is drunk, the heart is full.

Until the end of the first act, Liu Li and Miyagi left together, the stage scene turned into the palace palace, Wang Yan still failed to return to God, and his love for Liu Li was infinitely increased.

Amazing, 30,000, usually hidden, the first hand is Wang Bomb...

Whatever the second act was, Wang Yan had no heart to look at it. Consciousness was still immersed in Liu Li's performance. He only knew about the plot. It was the Yuan Emperor's banquet to call Han Evil alone. Both sides experienced a series of conflicts.

The boys' performances are still good, but the main dance is a little less smelly.

Wang Yan doesn't understand, but he can feel it.

At the beginning of the third act, Wang Zhaojun, played by Liu Li, reappeared and changed into a gorgeous robe. He wore a gold crown solely on his head and walked forward in style.

Wang Yan regained his spirit and became obsessed with the beauty of Liu Li's world.

Miss is naughty, witty, and lifelike in life, but only one word can describe her on stage -

The light is shining.

Wang Yan was delighted and suddenly had a huge interest in the dancers. He felt that this art method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Assuming, of course, that there is a good dancer like Liu Li.

He was lamenting that the plot had developed to call Han Evil merely to love Wang Zhaojun at first sight, with a big beard to call Han Evil, suddenly to dance forward awkwardly.

Oh, shit!

Wang Yan stunned and instantly made a scene.

You fucking touch my daughter-in-law!

Dancing for two, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan knew this would happen and thought he could understand it completely.

However, it came to light...

MMP!

I may be lemonade. It's sour!

To be perfectly sure, this double dance is super beautiful, Liu Li's core control is strong, all sorts of push moves are like walking in the air, full of wonderful aesthetics, Newton's coffin board is almost out of control.

Wang Yan, on the one hand, truly appreciates it and, on the other hand, can't help but restrain the sourness in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered the question Liu Li asked the day before yesterday.

“Lin Weiwei studied the national mark, hugging boys every day for two or three hours at the time of the dance. If you like Sister Vivi, do you mind? ”

Thirty thousand, love. Do you learn classical dance for two?

You asked for yourself, didn't you?

Wang Yan was a little upset. For the first time, he was somewhat unsure of his answer.

Calm down, lean back against the chair and watch the interaction on the stage.

Classical dance costumes are conservative, thick, and not as hot and sexy as the national standard.

Liu Glass's long skirt is double-layered and dragged all the way to the floor, with a pair of trousers tied to the ankle, the skirt swings in the dance room and floats like a fairy.

Specifically to physical contact, in fact, there are not many moves such as lifting and hugging. The main theme is still using the implicit expression characteristic of classical dance to show the beauty of love imaginatively.

Most of the hugging moves are false, the body is not in contact, and there is a lot of restraint.

Wang Yan was only 18 years old. He had never seen a real dance play. When he suddenly saw this scene, he was a little shocked.

After a momentary breakdown, gradually, the kind of harmonious aesthetic stemming from true art, Wang Yan began to learn to view the interaction on the stage with an appreciative view.

It's just a lost move. It's none of your business!

……

Then, just at the end of the whole scene, Hu Han evil squatted like a tiger, Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knee, gently sat on his back and looked up to the sky.

Damn it! Damn it!

Wang Yan was not calm, his mind was confused, and even his subconscious used a beauty radar on Liu Li.

At the first point in time, I opened a special score, and it clearly said [zero experience of love], and my heart was relieved of the atmosphere, but I couldn't help but burst into frustration.

What are you doing?

Childish or not?

Stupid cock or not?

What about the promised respect?

Wang Yan knew it was wrong when he finished. He regretted it.

He didn't want to use the pretext of "I'm only 18 years old" to comfort himself at all. There are some words to cheat others. It's quite pointless to cheat yourself.

Mind is mindful. It has nothing to do with age. It is a manifestation of immature worldview, weak mentality, and excessive desire to possess.

In fact, Wang Yan was never worried that Liu Li would not fall in love or anything. If it were so easy to move, it would not be her turn.

Nor is there much problem with the world view. In essence, Wang Yan can understand the rationality, legitimacy and necessity of such contact.

Only possession is too strong, sincere.

So now it's rational and emotional fighting.

Rationality thinks this dance is beautiful and should not be viewed with such a narrow mind;

Emotionally, it's a little weird. I think my girl is the only one I can touch.

It was precisely because of this intense conflict of mind that the moment became insane and made that particularly childish act of correction.

Now Wang Yan finally realizes that although he is growing rapidly, in fact, all aspects are not strong enough, far from a mature man...

In reflection, the plot is still moving forward one scene at a time.

Wang Yan was never able to bring up the excitement to take a closer look until a certain moment.

In the suppressed music and dim lights, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head and looked away, his eyes as if they were crying.

In the moment when the spotlight hit me, Liu Glass's expression was vivid. As soon as she sprayed her inner joy on her face, it was like a sun ripped open the cloud, illuminating the whole world.

The music gradually became joyful. In the dance of indulgence, Liu Li smiled more and more sweetly. The bright large eyes seemed to shine and delighted the bulingbuling surfaces.

Wang Yan felt that what he saw was not a dance, but a poem: Qiao Xiaoqian, beautiful eyes.

Even if he didn't understand the plot, Wang Yan's mood changed and his aunt laughed.

After the whole dance, Aunt Wang sighed independently.

Phew...

How tough it is to pull people in and stick them with just their expressions, their eyes, their body language!

Wang Yan finally understood why Liu Li loved dancing so much. This girl was born for the stage.

Under the stage, she was as wise as a genie.

On stage, she blossomed.

To fully possess her beauty, her silence and bloom must be accepted in its entirety.

……

An hour went by.

At the end of the play, Liu Li ran off like a little bird and rushed to Wang Yan.

“How's it going? Is it fun? ”

She didn't want to ask about the drama, Wang Yan knew it.

Praise spins around the mouth, but at the end of the day, it turns into a complaint, not even the habit of prudence stops.

“You let other boys hug you and even sit on your back! ”

Wang Yan himself didn't realize that when he opened his mouth, he had already unconsciously slightly whispered.

Liu Li, at first, seemed to be grieving, but after seeing Wang Yan's genuine jealous appearance, he finally couldn't bear to laugh.

She bit her lower lip gently, her big eyes spinning vibrantly twice, suddenly clapping, wisdom laughing badly.

“Well, I will allow you to hug other girls, Vivi, poetry, whoever you want, I promise not to be jealous. How about fair? ”

What sand carving conditions!

How can you do that?!

Wang Yanqi couldn't help but kick Shin Yan into the air. He opened his mouth directly: “Who rarely have those firewood chicks? If I eat your ribs, do I have to eat them?! ”

As soon as Liu Glass's eyes lit up, he raised his forefinger and immediately filled in the loophole: “Na, Na, Na, Na! Nago is roast red meat! Is that all right? ”

Eh?

Am I being set up?

Wang Yan suddenly realized something was wrong. He was wondering, and a few shouts came from afar on the stage.

“Glass, come to the wrap-up meeting! ”

“Wow! Is that your little puppy? Bring it up later to show everyone! ”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. How many single dogs do you have on the stage? ”

Liu Li turned back and shouted: “Now! ”

When he turned back, he raised his face and stared closely at Wang Yan. He stopped talking.

“Woof...”

“What? ”

Wang Yanzheng was stunned. Liu Li suddenly reached out his hands and held him around his neck, pulling hard down...

A fierce kiss went up.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Little Glass Spring Online! ”

“Wow... Liu Li you cowboy!!! ”

Up and down the stage, blowing up the nest.

However, Liu Li ignored anything and kissed with emotion and heart.

Five seconds later, he released his hand and pushed his chest so hard that he turned around and ran away.

Wang Yan's face was full of pussy. He touched his lips subconsciously. It hurt a little and was a little sweet.

Until Lin Weiwei heard their heartless laughter, he realized that beneath the public...

Brother was molested by a little sheep!

Oh, shit!

How do you want to die?

Wang Yan silently banged his arm on the sleeve of the net and turned his head and left.

Uh, in your home field today, save you some face for now, brother, not from the heart!

Liu Glass stood on stage, his head raised high, his eyes sent Wang Yan away. There was anxiety in his heart, but more of pride.

Dance is dance, I'm me.

I've never been ambiguous.

If you're worried, I'll give you the answer now!

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Cute new words:

Mengxin is 19 years old. Many years ago, when I was a baby, I had contact with a professional dancer who loved and respected their artistic pursuit. It was really hard to practice dancing with all the injuries and deformation of feet.

Rehearsal performances with heterosexual dance companions are boring, tired, painful and proper work. I have had the privilege of seeing the rehearsal process. I am only heartbroken and feel that dancing is really torturous and not pink at all.

When I set Liu Li as an imperial dancer and an art madman, I did not consider that the mental cleanliness habits of a small group of readers were so serious that I was hesitant to write this plot.

But since people are set there, sooner or later they cannot be avoided.

I can understand the desire of some readers to possess, because Wang Yan was set like this, at 18 years old, he knew less about society, so it was inevitable that he felt uncomfortable.

This is reasonable and logical.

But not too much glass, right?

Meng Xin can guarantee that the book will not be ruthless, it is an easy and refreshing text.

I designed the big ending, and in the end, there aren't many girls who deserve a dog, and artistic lunatics are one of them.

In fact, I am not afraid of a small group of readers abandoning the book, there will always be people abandoning the book for various reasons, good reasons, good gathering and dispersion, I fully accept, and I wish you all the best.

But I'm really afraid that someone's going to bring rhythm, and if there's a very individual heart of glass, staring at the book and going, "What's that?" is another big problem.

Before that, it really gave me a hard time, so I explained a whole bunch of things to you behind this very normal scene.

There are some things that should be made clear now, if you do not accept Liu Li's setup, please silently delete the script, and be sure not to insult and rhythm.

That's it. Thank you. Bow!