Chapter 119:
The form of relay dance has high requirements for teamwork and on-the-spot performance, but it does not leave no time to discuss countermeasures.
The right halftime and the preparation before going on stage have reserved space for discussion. Even in this one, the 3rd grade performed first, and the 1st and 2nd graders still had a few more minutes to think.
"For the third grade, on the one hand, this choice is to express my love for the students." Bu Yinian sneered when he said this, "On the other hand, it is also a manifestation of strength. It's like saying that with the tacit understanding between them, it doesn't take so long to run in and discuss at all, and they can perform directly on the stage. But this is also a way to seize the opportunity. This time, it is not the "preconceived" impression that can give the audience the impression We are."
"It sounds like the seniors have a deep understanding?" Xia Yuan glanced at the expressions of approval from the other second graders, "Have you suffered in this regard before?"
As expected, the faces of the second graders are not good.
Bu Yinian stopped the other people who were making a move, and glanced at the unpleasant junior: "It's meaningless to talk about those boring things at this time, why don't you take a good look at them first? How is the performance. If it collides with the theme we set, we have to hurry up and change the title."
Including Xing Dou, the eyes of others also converged, waiting for the appearance of the third grade.
At this moment, everyone in the audience has the same curiosity and expectation.
In what way will the first shot be fired in this game of dignity and authority, strength and strategy.
The thick red cloth disappeared like a cloud, revealing only a moment of darkness, and the golden light tore the background and suddenly illuminated the world.
The innocent laughter belonging to children resounds in the wind of freedom. The background of the past is like layers of old sunlight, showing a touch of nostalgia and sentimentality.
Two teenagers in white clothes and white trousers crossed the street, laughing and playing. At one time, he played childishly playing hide-and-seek around the building, at one time he chased the flying birds hand in hand, at another time he propped himself up at will, kicked his legs upward, and made a chic hip-hop movement, and at one time faced the baskets on the street. Make a cool shot.
The light steps are lively dances, and the seemingly playful steps are actually with a wonderful rhythm. Sometimes like an elegant white crane, sometimes like a flamboyant peacock, sometimes like a cheerful and clever bird.
You don't have to think about where the dance is, their every smile and every move is a dance in itself.
Young people's casual, cheerful, free, uninhibited wanderings are all reflected in the leisurely sightseeing of these two people, which is dizzying.
"As expected of the third grade." Someone sighed in a low voice, "This kind of muscle control, such a natural sense of expression, only they can do it after three years of polishing."
"It's more than that." Gong Guangxi held his chin, his green eyes reflected the shadow on the stage, and his tone was still relaxed, "The content of their performances is also very pleasant. It's not their past. , but the carefree past that ordinary people might have.”
"Young people don't know the taste of sorrow... This is probably the past that most people want to go back to." He chuckled, "This is real. I don't know what will happen to my students. cope."
Feng Xuesong watched quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you want to bet again? It's like starting school."
"Huh?" Gong Guangxi was a little surprised, "Last time we lost both, so we had to stay here as a teacher. This time you still want to bet? This time you lose and you plan to be a few years. teacher?"
"There's nothing wrong with being a teacher," said the reluctant guy before school started, "but I won't bet this time. Those who lose will invite those kids to the International Theater. How's the show going?"
Gong Guangxi raised his eyebrows: "The seat of the International Theater is not easy to grab, but since you are willing to bleed, it will be boring if I don't come to play with you. Which side do you want to bet on?"
Feng Xuesong glanced at him and said slowly, "I..."
The voice was submerged in the gradually heavy background sound, and only the two parties knew what their expectations were this time.
I don't know when, the young man who was wanton and happy on the stage disappeared, replaced by two dignified performers in white suits. Interestingly, the upper body is clearly wearing a suit that symbolizes the identity of an adult, but the lower body is nondescript in jeans. Their hair was combed back, revealing their smooth foreheads, their eyes turned uneasily, their lips pursed, and their slightly childish faces couldn't hold back their serious expressions.
The neat and bright office looks spacious, but it is full of pitfalls. Sometimes there will be a transparent glass door, sometimes a dummy with a displeased face suddenly pops up, sometimes it is a pile of folders, sometimes it is a passerby with thorns and smiling faces, and sometimes it is a coffee cup that is about to fall. .
The two walked side by side, walking lightly and quickly, with slightly clumsy movements, trying to avoid these traps. Thrillingly flashed through the glass door, and turned to face the dummy with a cold and hard color. He lowered his body and saw the pile of documents. The smooth movements formed a line, bringing out a natural dance.
The figure is relaxed and cheerful like a bird, as if bound by an invisible but ubiquitous iron chain, although it maintains the original speed, it inevitably seems a bit heavy and pressured. The faster and faster speed and the more and more skilled movements all tell the boringness of mechanical repetition.
The light in her eyes diminished little by little, the corners of her lips became more real, and wrinkles appeared between her brows.
Those who used to be happy and proud have faded from them, just like a white suit stained with dust a little bit, and it has become blank, bleak and ordinary.
After pushing open the doors, they came to the last house. The two people who were side by side looked at the only one exit and looked at each other silently. They looked like the same person, with the same exhaustion and expectation, complexity and struggle in their expressions.
A moment later, one of them held out a hand and invited to dance. The other followed silently. The familiar dance is a taste of the past, but the sunshine is no longer the same golden light.
The last person turned around calmly and walked away at a slower pace than before.
Another person stepped over the door frame, disappeared into the darkness, and no one looked back.
"Together, there are losses and gains 'now'." Bu Yinian's face sank, "This performance overlaps with what we originally planned, if we continue to perform as usual, it will be difficult to compare They're even better that way."
"And we originally booked more people than they did, and the effect was definitely not as harmonious as they were." Anmus added.
Yang Yu nodded solemnly: "What about our backup plan? That one won't collide."
"The spare part about the 'past' overlaps with them." Xia Yuan glanced at the stage, "The past we interpret will be greatly reduced."
"What about the third and fourth editions? The fourth edition was originally set, right?"
"The third and fourth editions are difficult to perform well in terms of our expressiveness, and the difficulty is too great, which is why these two editions are put behind. If possible, it is best to According to the previous two versions, it will reduce the difficulty." Bu Yinian rarely frowned.
"But some parts of those two editions are no longer usable. Even if the continuation is forced, there is no suitable ending for interpretation."
"Then what should I do, or should I get the third edition first? The third edition is really difficult. If I mess up, it's better to force the first edition."
"Just follow the first two plots that can be used, and then create an original ending?" "You said it easily, you don't know how difficult the original ending is."
"Be quiet." A calm voice suddenly sounded, and a very recognizable tone miraculously suppressed the gradually noisy discussion, "The last paragraph begins."
Following Xingdou's line of sight, the scene on the stage really took on a new look.
That is the "future" given by the third grade.
To spend the innocent "past", the tired and tense "present", and welcome the "future" shrouded in brilliance.
The stage layout is simple and bright, the single performer straightens his back, calmly walks through the crowded streets, bypasses various obstacles that appear in the office, and finally stands at the In front of the door of a warm house, push the door and enter.
A gentle and light gold shone out of the window, water droplets rolled down on the bright green plants, and the cat in the corner gave a long hum.
The performer in the gray coat danced alone in the waltz that sounded at the scene.
He no longer has the arrogance and ignorance of a teenager, no longer worry about difficulties, no longer worry about any changes, he smiled calmly and indifferently.
Wandering between sofas, beds, kitchens and balconies, his movements reveal the elegance of the years, and the calmness that is not flattered. Every move is not a rigid design, but it is more beautiful and smooth than the design.
Birds who can't find their way in the "past", and birds that wander around in fear in the "now" finally have a place to rest their souls in the "future".
His dance looks extraordinarily smooth, almost without thinking. Rotating, raising hands, bending over, waving, and pouring out as if merging into the body, like a crane walking leisurely, stretched out its broad wings, issued a clear chirp, greeted the wind in the distance, and then slowly gathered.
The wings are strong enough to fly at any time, and this time there are no dark clouds and rain.
He sticks to certain boundaries, behaves politely and suavely, transforms beauty into a coat, and becomes one with himself.
His clothes are still gray, but much lighter, standing in the sun like light white.
In the dance of ease and enjoyment, he smiled slightly, full of gentleness through the wind, frost, rain and snow. Even the closing action has its own peace of mind.
It wasn't until he bowed to give a thank you that people could relax from the tranquil and beautiful scene and realize that the performance was over.
That was the answer handed in by the third grade.
—Even a past that knows nothing, a present that has experienced hardships, will usher in a hopeful future.
Don't be afraid, don't worry, don't worry.
"Life" only.
The audience was quiet for a moment, and then bursts of applause came as promised, dedicated to the performers who performed such a wonderful story.
The actors on the stage thanked them politely, just like the winners who have already stood on the podium, with a confident stability.
"Let's drop the original story."
Behind the scenes, someone withdrew their attention and dropped the proposal like thunder.
"Give up?"
Bu Yinian looked at him: "Are you serious? Xingdou, what can we do now? Part of their third story overlaps with our third edition, and part of it is similar to the fourth edition. It's true that we should have dropped that part, but if we did, how would we act?"
The rest of the people's attention also returned to them, seemingly uneasy. Something like a temporary program change will bring some pressure to people when it happens. It is not the pressure of lack of preparation, but the change itself is an unspeakable pressure.
No one wants to temporarily change strategy at the last minute of planning.
Xingdou is very clear, but he is more aware of what the ending will be according to the original plan: "There are still a few clips that do not repeat with them in the original plan. We can use the parts were selected to make up this performance.”
"This method can be used....But we didn't envision a suitable ending shaped by these messy fragments." Xia Yuan held up his glasses, "You understand what that means, even if we give you other versions In the end, you still need to adapt on the original basis."
The difficulty is not small and the time is tight. He didn't say that, but he thought Xingdou could understand what he meant.
"I know, it doesn't matter." The black-haired boy nodded and glanced at his companions with worried faces, seemingly hesitating and hesitating, "You can... trust me."
"Isn't it okay?" He turned his head slightly, so that no one could see his expression clearly, "You shape the past and the present, and I will support the future."
The tone of voice was a little hesitant, the well-groomed black hair could not hide the red tips of the ears, the teenager pretended to be normal.
You can trust me.
When many people heard this, they didn't react for a while, and looked at the man in a daze, some subtle sourness flashed in their hearts for a moment, even the tip of their nose was a little sour, and there was something in their eyes. Unstoppable enthusiasm.
It's hard to describe the mood at that moment.
Maybe it's like under the dull ice, the green buds that finally see the sunshine meet spring for the first time.
After spring, flowers will bloom soon.
The flowers are finally blooming.
Bu Yinian first regained his senses and laughed, then returned to his original sloppy laughter, "Then what kind of story are you going to perform?"
He doesn't need to ask more, the status quo that no one refutes proves their common decision. Naturally, it seems like it was decided that way from the beginning.
He said slowly: "I think, how about a story of standing up again after a failure?"
A story that could have been theirs.
At the same time, it is also his story.