Lin Weiwei glanced at Wang Yan and waved to her: "Come here quickly, start soon!"

Lu Yuanyuan whispered: "Dance dramas are different from individual dances. They have plots, so you can watch them carefully."

Nawu was showing off her stinkingly: "This drama is the prototype of a key drama. Now Liuli is a student version of the Chinese opera. The instructor is Professor Sun Ying from our school. If the performance is good, Xiao Liuli will be considered a step forward..."

Nawu's speech speed was fast and fast. Wang Yan understood it. After thinking for a long time, he understood one thing - this drama is related to the future.

Just as I was about to ask clearly, the lights in the rear field were also gone.

The dance drama was caught off guard at the beginning, and Wang Yan didn't even recover, and a thought of white sounded in the darkness.

"In 33 BC, Huhanye Shanyu visited Chang'an and asked for a marriage to the princess."

"Yuan Diyun."

"The emperor could not bear to be separated from his flesh and blood, so he wanted to use palace maids to fill it, so he ordered the Si Zheng to choose him."

"All the girls are afraid of the bitter cold in the north, and they avoid it for fear that they will not be able to do so. The only woman wins the crown with a sigh."

"This girl is named Wang Qian. She has a light makeup and looks natural, with autumn water in her eyes, and her hair is like a waterfall, and she is unparalleled in beauty."

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

"When she first stepped into the Weiyang Palace, Emperor Yuan regretted it too much, and Huhanye Shanyu had a lifetime look."

"This woman has the surname Wang and her name is Zhaojun."

The sound of thoughts full of affection was still echoing in my ears, and the lights were getting brighter. Liu Li was wearing a red dress and knelt on the stage.

Her hair was tied up high, her golden hair was shining brightly, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes were stamped like ink marks on her white skin.

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

She was holding a coarse cloth clothing and kneeling like a sculpture. Her body language was so numb, empty and stagnant, like a body with a soul-losing loss.

The soundtrack sounded, with chimes and yangqins as the main instruments. The rhythm was slow and it seemed particularly monotonous and depressing.

The palace maids took the stage and bent down sharply, sliding step by step, and walked towards the center of the stage in two steps.

They were like puppets, repeating the same pace repeatedly, and the feeling of depression was simply overwhelming.

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

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

Several girls looked at Wang Yan with their heads. When they saw the posture of sitting upright, they understood that the dog at least understood the emotions that the first act was about to convey.

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

Dance dramas are not just dances, but also dramas, but they cannot be directly expressed with lines like dramas, so it is even more difficult to convey emotions.

Even if you perform correctly and convey correctly, and reach the audience, there is still a reading threshold.

Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. will affect reading. If you don’t understand it, you will feel inexplicable and silently complain in your heart: What is this thing?

Wang Yan actually didn't understand the plot, but he sensitively understood that emotion, which was due to his high IQ.

Lu Yuanyuan whispered in popular science: "This scene is called Yeting..."

The so-called Yeting means "a house next to the palace", which is a place where palace maids live and work.

The clothes in the hands of Liu Li and the palace maids were washing clothes.

The depressing bass soundtrack and the repeated mechanical movements represent the palace maids walking on thin ice day after day.

The boring repetition that was not visible to the sky has destroyed the palace maids to the point of numbness.

As they moved, Liu Li, who was sitting alone in the corner, slowly opened her eyes, looked up at the sky, slowly straightened her body, and finally stood up.

When she stood up, her lips opened slightly, as if she was sighing, and a sense of sorrow and sorrow broke through the air and hit Wang Yan's heart.

She is accusing her current life!

Wang Zhaojun, still not numb!

In just a moment, Wang Yan understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was very excited about them.

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

Beautiful, 30,000!

Wang Yan was admiring, but Zhaojun bent down his straight body and slowly headed towards the center of the stage with the same heavy steps as the palace maids.

Before the time came, I could not get rid of it. Zhaojun could only press the flame of hope in his heart and continue to be a cage bird that gradually died.

Wang Yan sat down and watched, empathizing, deeply immersed in that situation.

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

Zhaojun was like a little bird, briskly walking towards the girl.

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

Zhaojun and Xiangxi Wennuan looked at each other, and then walked along the scene with small steps. Suddenly, a sound of carillon music came from outside the palace. The palace maids immediately surrounded him and listened with their ears.

Zhaojun landed at the end, and walked gently in the crowd, squeezing to the forefront.

The steps were so light and thinking about the toes was like stepping on a lotus, which made her personal image more vivid. Combined with that longing smile, it seemed that her beautiful fantasy for future life was once again raised.

Awesome!

Wang Yan couldn't help but want to applaud.

Within the few seconds when the lights dimmed, Liu Li accurately conveyed the vividness and beauty with her body language and her unsightly smile. Her expressiveness was so strong that she could not say anything!

When the pipa and Yaoqin came in, the lights gradually became brighter and the palace maids danced a laundry dance.

This is the first dance in the true sense. Wang Yan had no idea how to describe that feeling. He just locked his eyes firmly on Liu Li, and felt infinite admiration for "beauty".

At this moment, the language is so pale that it is not enough to describe the beauty.

Liu Li is graceful and graceful, like a willow in the wind, dancing with the song, the graceful, soft, elastic, restrained...

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

Rhyme, harmonious and pleasant sound.

Only by using the rhyme of words can we have the beauty of poetry, songs and essays, and the beauty is in the sound.

With the body as the rhyme, you will have a graceful figure and beautiful beauty, and the beauty lies in your eyes.

As the saying goes, "The sound of the sound of the great elephant is invisible." Wang Yan doesn't understand where the body is beautiful, but when he looks at it, he will get drunk and his heart will be surging.

Until the end of the first act, Liu Li and the palace maids left the stage together, and the stage setting turned into the palace hall. Wang Yan still couldn't come back to his senses and his love for Liu Li was infinitely up.

It's amazing, 30,000 yuan, usually hide it, and you'll be the king of attacks...

What is the second act? Wang Yan had no intention of watching it at all. His consciousness was still immersed in Liu Li's performance, but he probably knew the plot, which was Emperor Yuan who invited Huhanye Shanyu to a banquet, and the two sides experienced a series of conflicts.

The boys' performances are still good, but the main dance is a bit bad.

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

At the beginning of the third act, Wang Zhaojun, played by Liu Li, appeared again, put on a luxurious robe, wore a golden crown of Princess Shanyu on her head, and walked forward in style.

Wang Yan regained his energy and was addicted to Liu Li's beauty.

The young lady is naughty, clever and full of lifestyle in life, but on the stage, there is only one word that can describe her—

The light is shining.

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

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

Just as he was sighing, the plot developed to the point where Huhanye Shanyu fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight, and Huhanye, who was close to the beard, suddenly stepped forward and danced awkwardly.

Damn it!

Wang Yan was stunned and was instantly out of the show.

Big bearded guy, how are you touching my wife!

As for a double dance, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan had known that there would be this, and he thought it was completely understandable.

However, it was only when things were about to come to realize...

MMP!

I may have been made from lemon essence, so sour!

To be fair, this duo dance is super beautiful. Liu Li has strong core control. All kinds of holding movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty. Newton's coffin board is almost unable to suppress it.

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

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

"Lin Weiwei and the others learn the national standards. When they come to the line dance, they hug each other with boys every day, and they hug each other for two or three hours. If you like Sister Weiwei, do you mind?"

Thirty thousand, do you have classical dances?

You just asked for your own mistakes?!

Wang Yan felt a little irritated, and the first time he was a little unsure of his answer.
To be continued...