Mr. President, block me [Entertainment]

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Palace dance scenes are very common in costume dramas. The heroine usually amazes everyone because of a dance. Some up masters have specially made this kind of collection: if they dance well, everyone will appreciate it in the barrage, but if they dance well Ordinary actors would be laughed at by the audience if they deliberately performed the feeling of being surprised and glamorous.

Zhu Zhu knew that this scene was very important, and she also knew that Gu Mengmeng had absolutely no dance background. She watched the dance teacher teach Gu Mengmeng and Ouyang Xue this dance. , I couldn't help biting my lip.

This dance required Gu Mengmeng to do five somersaults, and after the last somersault, she had to spin around in the air with the help of Wia, ending with a crisp split.

Most people have to learn for at least a month, but the director only gave her three days to go to the dance studio to dance well.

When she was struggling to learn the movements, Ouyang Xue, who was next to her, had already developed a prototype, and was repeatedly praised by the dance teacher, "Mr. Ouyang is really good, there is no dance you can't dance."

Ouyang Xue smiled at the dance teacher, "Thank you teacher for your encouragement, I will try my best to learn in one day."

Her tone was flat, as if this matter was commonplace. When other crew members heard about it, they couldn't help but gasp in amazement and whispered: "Ouyang Xue is my goddess! She said such a difficult thing so simply, I love it to death." she's gone!"

"The other one is miserable. Look at her, she dances so clumsily, without any sense of rhythm..."

"This is pitiful? Teacher Ouyang is better at dancing than her, and she will film this part later than her. I don't know what level I can practice during this period. When the TV series is broadcast, it will be her punishment. Woolen cloth……"

Pooh!

Bah, bah, bah, you crow mouths!

Zhu Zhu clenched her fists tightly.

For a girl from a poor family who has not studied much, she was suddenly thrown into a film crew, and was still in the same frame as a heroine who was not the same as her. Every day was endless challenges, blows and setbacks for her.

She should cry, she should give up every half a minute, she should let go, even if this is the case, everyone will think it is human.

Wasn't that how Ouyang Xue came here?

But Mengmeng won't do that, just like now, she must have heard other people's gossip, but she has been following the dance steps of the dance teacher, trying to remember the movements.

From nine o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Zhu looked at Gu Mengmeng, saw that she had never sat down, practiced dancing non-stop, and did not dare to rest herself, encouraging her by her side.

"Zhu Zhu, go back quickly."

"Aren't you going back?"

"I want to practice a little longer."

The crew is about to call it a day, and Gu Mengmeng is still practicing in the dance studio, "I haven't even memorized the complete dance moves yet, I need to practice more."

Thinking of something, she stopped, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said to Zhu Zhu, "Tell Mr. Song that I won't be able to see her today or tomorrow."

Zhu Zhu stared at the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, thinking: Mr. Song must be unhappy.

However, she still said: "Well, I see, I will tell Mr. Song, you concentrate on dancing and don't be disturbed by other things."

Before leaving, when Zhu Zhu was about to close the door of the dance studio, she saw Gu Mengmeng looking at herself in the mirror, picking up a rose, biting it in her mouth, showing her proud and arrogant look again, and dancing to the music .

She went out, the wind was a bit strong these two days, and it dazzled her eyes.

When Zhu Zhu went to the hospital, he happened to meet Song Zhishui walking with Huo Wen.

Compared to Mr. Huo's enthusiasm, Song Zhishui's expression was a little reluctant and a little absent-minded.

Seeing Zhu Zhu coming, but Gu Mengmeng was not around, Song Zhishui frowned slightly, she smiled and said a few words to Huo Wen, Huo Wen nodded, greeted Zhu Zhu, and left up.

Zhu Zhu told Song Zhishui that Gu Mengmeng couldn't come.

Song Zhishui looked at the scenery in the distance and said, "There's no other way. After all, filming is the most important thing."

In fact, it is still a pity.

After all, she has already read the section about roses in "The Little Prince" today. She thinks roses are very cute, and she wants to read this to Gu Mengmeng.

Zhu Zhu went back to the ward with her. On the way, Zhu Zhu couldn't help but asked, "Mr. Song, Mr. Huo also came to see you today."

"yes."

"It feels...Mr. Huo seems to be very concerned about you. He used to inject capital for you without saying anything to help you tide over the difficulties. Now that you are sick, he even came to see you and take a walk with you..."

Song Zhishui glanced at her sideways, "What do you want to say?"

"I meant to say..."

Zhu Zhu was frightened into a cold sweat, "But no matter how nice I am to you, I don't think it's as pleasing to the eye as when you and Mengmeng walk together."

Seeing the widening of the corners of Song Zhishui's lips, she knew that she was flattering her rightly, and then said: "I think Mr. Song is the happiest and most relaxed when you and Mengmeng are together. Doesn’t it press down sometimes, like a piece of crumpled paper, no matter how you stretch it, it won’t be flat, but after Mengmeng appears, it’s like turning into an electric iron, and it will flatten your place all at once.”

Just as they were talking, they walked to the door of the ward. Zhu Zhu found that Song Zhishui paused a little after listening to what she said, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

They all saw the rose soaked in water on the bedside table.

After yesterday's full bloom, the florets have already started to wilt.

"Zhu Zhu, starting tomorrow, don't send roses like this over here."

Song Zhishui said: "In the future, I will send potted roses, one pot will be fine."

They can also bloom all summer long.

She couldn't bear to let them bloom for only a few dozen hours.

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When the dance teacher came to the dance studio again, she found Gu Mengmeng practicing dance inside.

It's like never leaving.

She stood silently in the corner, watching Gu Mengmeng's dance in the mirror, and looked at the time in disbelief: nine o'clock in the morning.

In less than a day, although Gu Mengmeng's dance was still clumsy and blunt.

But she has jumped off completely.

Moreover, although she saw that Gu Mengmeng did not have dancing skills, she found that her movements were very powerful when she danced, and she retracted and released them neatly. If she practiced again, she could call them beautiful movements.

"Hello, teacher."

After dancing, Gu Mengmeng turned off the music and greeted her.

"Good morning, Teacher Gu."

The dance teacher looked at her in disbelief, "Did you... didn't sleep all night last night?"

Gu Mengmeng smiled, "No, I still slept for two or three hours."

"great progress."

The dance teacher said: "There are some problems..."

She pointed out several deficiencies to Gu Mengmeng, "The biggest problem is that when you dance, you don't have enough emotions mixed in, so when you dance, the appeal is not enough."

Another emotional issue.

When I arrived at the new crew, it seemed that I had to be troubled by the same problem again.

She carefully wrote down the main points that the dance teacher said and continued to practice.

In the mirror was his own sweaty, flushed face.

What appeared in front of her eyes was Song Zhishui lying on the sick bed, all his long chestnut hair pushed aside, smiling at her.

She laughed unconsciously.

"It's interesting."

The dance teacher said beside him: "That's right, at that moment just now, I felt emotions from your dance, come on!"

But it is a pity that the stamina began to be insufficient again later.

Gu Mengmeng wanted to keep thinking back to the moment when she kissed Song Zhishui's cheek, but the more she thought about it, the less the impression there seemed to be.