I’m A Baller

　　 Lin Weiwei glanced at Wang Yan and waved quickly: "Come here, it's going to start!"

　　 Lu Yuanyuan reminded in a low voice: "Dance drama is different from a single dance. There is a plot, you look carefully."

Nawu’s stink is showing off: “This play is the prototype of a key play. Now the Liuli row is regarded as the student version of the China Opera Opera. The instructor is Professor Sun Ying from our school. If the performance is good, Xiao Liuli will count. It's a step up to the sky..."

　　 Nawu's speech speed is fast and anxious, whether Wang Yan understands it or not, she wondered for a long time before she figured out one thing-this drama is better than that, it's about the future.

　　 was about to ask more clearly, the back court lights also went out.

　　 The dance drama started off guard, and Wang Yan didn't slow down, and chants sounded in the darkness.

　　 "In 33 BC, Hu Hanxie visited Chang'an and asked to marry a princess, and wanted to get married."

　　 "Yuan Diyun."

　　 "The emperor can't bear the separation of flesh and blood. If he wants to be a court lady, he is ordered to be elected by the secretary."

　　 "All the women are afraid of the bitter cold in the north, avoiding it for fear, and the only woman won the championship."

　　 "This female name is Wang Qiang. She has light makeup, natural-looking, with autumn water in her eyes, green silk like a waterfall, and she is unparalleled in beauty."

　　 "Just because he offended the painter in the palace, he was perfunctory, and he could not see the emperor for three years."

　　 "When she set foot on the Weiyang main hall for the first time, the Yuan Emperor regretted that she couldn't make it, but Hu Hanxie Shanyu gave her a lifelong glance."

　　 "This woman, whose surname is Wang and her name is Zhaojun."

　　 The affectionate white voice still reverberated in my 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 are shining, her eyelids are slightly drooping, and her long eyelashes are like ink marks on her white skin.

　　 The light hit her side face, and a lingering sadness came naturally through the corners of her eyes and lips.

　　 And she is holding a coarse cloth, sitting on her knees like a sculpture, her body language is so numb, hollow, and stagnant, like a body that has lost her soul.

　　 The soundtrack is sounded, with chimes and Yangqin as the main instruments, with a slow rhythm, which is particularly 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 are like string puppets, repeating the same pace over and over again, and the feeling of depression is simply rushing over their faces.

　　 Wang Yan moved his **** subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his expression became serious.

　　 Fu Yushi, who was sitting next door, looked up in surprise, and muttered: "Huh? Is the artistic insight good..."

　　 The girls all looked sideways at Wang Yan, and when they saw the posture sitting upright, they knew that the dog had at least understood the emotions conveyed in the first act.

The content being staged on the stage seems very simple, but in essence, it is a combination of lighting, soundtrack, action design, body language and other elements to create a harmony, with the intention of "pulling" the audience into the plot. .

　　Dance drama is not only about dance, but also drama, but it cannot be directly shown in lines like a 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 reading. If you do not understand, you will feel inexplicable, and silently complain: What is this?

　　 Wang Yan actually didn't understand the plot, but he had sensitive insight into that emotion, which is also the result of his high IQ.

　　 Lu Yuanyuan whispered to popular science: "This scene is called Ye Ting..."

　　 The so-called "Yu Ting" means "side house in the palace", which is the place where palace ladies live and work.

　　 The clothes in the hands of Liu Li and the court ladies are doing laundry.

　　 The repressed bass soundtrack and the repeated mechanical actions express the daily life of the palace ladies walking on thin ice.

　　 The boring repetition of blindness has already destroyed the ladies of the palace to numbness.

　　 As they marched, 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 up straight, 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 is complaining about her current life!

　　 Wang Zhaojun, still not numb!

　　 It was only a moment, and Wang Yan understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was very excited by it.

　　 This is not a dance, it is a stage performance!

　　 Beautiful, thirty thousand!

　　 Wang Yanzheng admired, but Zhaojun bent down his straight body again, and slowly walked towards the central bank on the stage with the same heavy steps as the palace ladies.

　　 Before the time has come, he cannot be relieved. Zhaojun can only press down on the flame of hope in his heart and continue to be a cage bird that is gradually dying.

　　 Wang Yan sat down and watched, empathizing, and deeply substituting into that situation.

　　 After a few more seconds, as a woman in a white dress appeared on the stage, the soundtrack gradually became lighter.

　　 Zhaojun is like a bird, walking briskly, rushing towards the girl.

　　 "Xiangxi, Zhaojun's dowry." Lu Yuanyuan explained softly.

　　 Zhaojun and Xiangxi looked at each other warmly, and then walked on small steps. Suddenly, there was a ring of glockenspiel music outside the palace, and the maids immediately gathered around and listened.

　　 Zhaojun fell at the end, moving lightly in the crowd, squeezing to the front.

　　The steps are so brisk, leaning on your toes, like stepping on a lotus flower, making her personal image more vivid, coupled with the longing smile on her face, it seems that she has once again raised a beautiful fantasy of future life.

　　 absolutely!

　　 Wang Yan couldn't help but want to applaud.

　　 Within a few seconds when the lights were dimmed, Liu Li used his body language and an unclear smile to accurately convey the vividness and beauty, and his expressiveness was so strong that there was nothing to say!

　　 When Pipa and Yaoqin came in, the lights gradually brightened, and the maids performed a laundry dance.

　　 This is the first dance in the true sense. Wang Yan didn't know how to describe that feeling at all. He just locked his eyes firmly on Liu Li, and his heart gave birth to infinite admiration 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 is curled up, like a willow in the wind, dancing with the song, kind of graceful, soft, elastic, restrained...

　　 Until this moment, Wang Yan finally understood what "body rhyme" is.

　　 rhyme, harmonious and pleasant sound.

　　 uses words as rhyme, and there is the beauty of poems and songs, and the sound of beauty.

　　 With the body as the rhyme, there is a graceful and graceful posture, and the beauty is in the eyes.

　　 As the saying goes, "the great sound is invisible, the elephant is invisible", the beauty of body rhyme, Wang Yan does not know what is good, but the hope is drunk, the heart is surging.

　　 Until the end of the first act, Liu Li and the court lady exit together, and the stage set becomes the palace hall. Wang Yan still hasn't recovered, and his love for Liu Li is unlimited.

　　 Amazing thirty thousand, usually hidden and tucked away, the first shot is Wang Bo...

　　 What was acting in the second act, Wang Yan didn't even bother to watch it at all. His consciousness was still immersed in Liu Li's performance. He just knew the plot. It was the Yuan Emperor who feasted on Hu Hanxie. The two sides experienced a series of conflicts.

　　 The boys’ performances are still good-looking, but the main dancers are a bit bad.

　　 Wang didn't understand, but I could feel it.

　　 At the beginning of the third act, Liu Li played Wang Zhaojun again, putting on a luxurious robe, wearing a golden crown of Princess Shanyu on his head, and walking forward.

　　 Wang Yan regained his spirit and indulged in Liu Li's prosperous beauty.

　　 Miss Sister is naughty, smart and full of life in life, but on the stage, there is only one word that can describe her——

　　 The light shines.

　　 Wang Yan was full of joy, and suddenly became interested in dance drama. He felt that this artistic method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction.

　　 Of course, the premise is that there is a beautiful and outstanding dancer like Liu Li.

　　 was sighing, the plot developed to the point where Hu Hanxie fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight. Hu Hanxie, with a beard, suddenly stepped forward and danced.

　　 Fuck!

　　 Wang Yan was taken aback, and the play appeared instantly.

　　Big beard, you touch my wife!

　　 Due to dance, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan knew this would happen a long time ago and thought it was completely understandable.

　　 However, when things came to a close, I found out...

　　MMP!

　　 I may have changed from lemon essence, so sour!

　　In all fairness, this duet dance is super beautiful, Liu Li's core control is very strong, all kinds of lifting movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty, Newton's coffin board almost can't hold it.

　　 Wang Yan really appreciates on the one hand, but on the other hand, he can't restrain the sourness in his heart.

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

　　 "Lin Weiwei and the others are studying the national standard. When it comes to line dancing, they hug the boys every day for two or three hours. If you like Sister Weiwei, do you mind?"

　　 30,000, feelings, do you also have a pas de deux if you learn classical?

　　 Are you asking for yourself? !

　　 Wang Yan was a little irritable, and for the first time he was a little uncertain of his answer.

　　 calmed down and leaned back on the chair, silently observing the interaction on the stage.

　　The costumes of classical dance are conservative and thick, not as hot and **** as the national standard.

　　 Liu Li's long skirt is double-layered, dragged to the ground, and there is a pair of trousers tied to the ankle inside. The skirt dances 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 hug movements are virtual, without physical contact, very implicitly restrained.

　　 It's just that Wang Yan is only 18 years old. He has never watched a real dance drama. Suddenly seeing this scene is a bit shocking.

　　 After a moment of gaffe, gradually, the harmonious beauty derived from real art, let Wang Yan begin to learn to look at the interaction on stage with an appreciative perspective.

　　 It's just a loss of support, you just have a lot of farts!

　　……

　　 Then, at the end of the whole scene, Hu Hanxie squatted down like a tiger, Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knees, gently sat on his back, and looked up at the sky.

　　 Damn it!

　　 Wang Yan was not calm again, he was in a mess, and even subconsciously used a beauty radar on Liu Li.

　　 I opened a special explanation at the first time, and it clearly reads [Love experience is zero], and while my heart is relaxed, I can't help but feel annoyed.

　　 fainted, stupid dog what are you doing? !

　　 Isn't childish? !

　　 silly **** not silly dick? !

　　 Say good respect? !

　　Wang Yan knew that he was wrong after doing it, and he regretted it very much.

　　 He doesn't want to use the excuse "I'm only 18 years old" to comfort himself. Some words are okay to deceive others, but it's boring to deceive yourself.

　　 To mind is to mind. It has nothing to do with age. It is a manifestation of an immature worldview, insufficient mentality, and excessive possessiveness.

　　 Actually, Wang Yan has never worried about whether Liu Li will empathize or fall in love. If it is so easy to move, it will not be his turn at all.

　　 There is no big problem with the world view. In his heart, Wang Yan can understand the rationality, legitimacy, and necessity of this contact.

　　 The only thing is that the possessiveness is too strong, and the true heart is not true.

　　 So, reason and emotion are fighting.

　　 Reasonably think this dance is really beautiful, and you shouldn’t look at it with such a narrow mindset;

　　 But emotionally a little bit awkward, I think that my girl is the only one I can touch.

　　 It is because of such a fierce mind-brain conflict that at that moment will I lose my mind and make that kind of childish and hypocritical behavior.

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

　　 In reflection, the plot is still advancing one by one.

　　 Wang Yan hasn't been able to take his interest seriously until a certain moment.

　　 Amidst the repressive soundtrack and the dim lighting, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head, looking into the distance, his eyes crying like weeping.

　　 The moment the light came, Liu Li's expression suddenly came alive, and a touch of joy from the heart leaped on his face, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds and illuminating the whole world.

The 　　 soundtrack gradually became cheerful. In the indulgent dance, Liu Li smiled sweeter and sweeter, his bright eyes seemed to gleam, and the bulingbuling of joy came to him.

　　 Wang Yan felt that what he saw was not a dance, but a poem: Qiaoxiaoqianxi, beautiful eyes looking forward to it.

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

　　 After the whole dance, Aunt Wang sighed involuntarily.

　　Call...

　　 Only with facial expressions, eyes, and body language can pull people in and stick, what a powerful expressiveness!

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

　　 In the audience, she is like a fairy.

　　 On the stage, she is in full bloom.

　　 If you want to fully own her beauty, you must fully accept her silence and blooming.

　　……

　　 An hour passed by.

　　 After the end of the play, Liu Li flew off the stage like a bird and rushed to Wang Yan.

　　 "How about it? Is the dance drama interesting?"

　　 What she wants to ask about is not dance drama, Wang Yan knows it well.

　　 The high praise was spinning around, but when he spoke, it turned into a complaint after all, and he didn't even stop the habit of being careful.

　　 "You let other boys hug you, even sitting on their backs!"

　　Wang Yan didn't even realize that when he spoke, he actually pursed his mouth slightly unconsciously.

　　 Liu Li was startled. At first, it seemed a bit wronged, but as soon as he saw Wang Yan's jealous look, he finally couldn't hold back his laugh.

　　 She bit her lower lip lightly, her big eyes circled lively, suddenly she slapped her face, and Hui Hui grinned.

　　 "Well then, I allow you to hug other girls, Weiwei, Shishi, whoever you want, I promise not to be jealous. How about it, fair?!"

　　 What kind of sand sculpture condition is this!

　　 Can this be counted like this? !

Eh? !

　　 Am I being tricked?

　　 Wang Yan suddenly realized something was wrong, and was thinking about it. Several shouts came from a distance on the stage.

　　 "Liu Li, come and have a summary meeting!"

　　 "Wow! Is that your little milk dog? I will bring it up later for everyone to see!"

　　 "Hey, hey~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don’t put dog food here, can’t you? How many single dogs are on the stage, don’t you have a B number in your mind?!"

　　 Liu Li turned around and shouted: "Immediately!"

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

　　 "Wow..."

　　 "What are you doing?"

　　Wang Yan was wondering, Liu Li suddenly stretched out his hands, put his arms around his neck, and pulled down hard...

　　 "Wow!"

　　 "Gosh! Xiao Liuli is online!"

　　 "Wow...Liu Li, you are better than you!!!"

　　 went on stage and off stage, directly exploded.

　　 However, Liu Li paid no attention to anything, emotionally and attentively...

　　 After three seconds, he released his hand, pushed Wang Yan's chest hard, turned and ran away.

　　 Wang Yan's face was dumbfounded, and he touched it subconsciously... it hurts and sweet.

　　 It wasn't until Lin Weiwei and the others' unrelenting ridicule came in his ear that he realized that under the public...

　　Brother was actually given by a little sheep...!

　　 Damn!

　　30,000, how do you want to die? !

　　 Wang Yan was silently ruthless, rolled his arm and net sleeve, then turned his head and left.

　　Uh, today I’m at your home court, I will save you some face for the time being, brother is not your heart!

　　 Liu Li stood on the stage, raised his head high, and watched Wang Yan leave. There was anxiety and anxiety in his heart, but he was more proud.

　　Dance is dance, I am me.

　　 I never ambiguous.

　　 Your worried question, I will give you the answer now!