The sweet smell of citrus

"Slower, lyrical?" As soon as slowness and lyrical were mentioned, Cheng Jialan thought of the ancient sleeve dance, and she asked curiously, "What does the dance look like?"

Song Yi quickly found the video of the dance music on the computer, and clicked it to show Cheng Jialan, "It's like this."

The video is very clear, the solo dance, and the dancer's movements are also very beautiful.

Under the melodious and long piano music, she stretched her arms, sometimes circling and sometimes leaping on the stage, and her skirt swayed beautifully.

This dance is beautiful, but it is also very difficult to watch.

Cheng Jialan glanced sideways at Song Yi, could the monitor actually dance this dance?

When I turned my head to the video, the face of the heroine in the video had changed, from a strange dancer to Song Yi's face.

Turning up and down, swinging wantonly, like an elf.

No wonder the class leader was No.1 in the New Year's Day performances in previous years.

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It was almost ten o'clock, time passed quickly, Song Yi and Cheng Jialan started to move.

Because both of them are very familiar with the field they are in charge of, the only difficult thing about this program is to cooperate.

How to make Song Yi's every dance point step on the tune of Cheng Jialan, it sounds like just speed coordination, but it is not easy to train this kind of tacit understanding.

it has started.

Song Yi took off his coat and made a dancing pose.

Cheng Jialan dropped his finger after counting three two one.

The piano music poured out. When Song Yi was working part-time, he listened to this piano music and danced many times, and made movements almost subconsciously.

At the beginning, the speed of the combination of dance music was excellent, but soon, Song Yi and Cheng Jialan made mistakes in their cooperation.

Cheng Jialan is a person who plays the piano very fast. She plays this slow piece of music faster than the piece itself.

What's more, if this song is put here as a dance song, it will be slower than his own speed. Cheng Jialan has no way to slow down the speed. Song Yi heard the song's falling point become faster, and the speed also accelerated a little.

Cheng Jialan saw that the situation was not right, and he seemed to be a little too fast, so he subconsciously wanted to play slower so that Song Yi could keep up.

But Song Yi was already chasing the speed, and the song suddenly slowed down——

This dance goes back and forth, fast and slow, and then I can't go on.

Song Yi was forced to stop.

After she stopped, Cheng Jialan stood up directly, "Squad leader, I'm sorry, I seem to be playing too fast."

It's true that I'm a little tired, but it's not Cheng Jialan's fault.

Song Yi wiped the wet spot on his forehead, looked at the big mirror, and said with a smile, "No, I forgot to tell you just now. If you choose this piano piece as the dance piece, the tempo should be slower."

Cheng Jialan nodded to show that he understood.

However, I understand the truth, but when it comes to doing it, the subconscious still has the upper hand.

After playing the piano for so many years, Cheng Jialan's hands are always fast, and she suddenly slowed down with a drug, and she was not used to it.

It's a bit difficult to break in.

in particular……

Song Yi is the one dancing. Although playing the piano is hard, it is still easier than dancing.

She can make mistakes frequently, but this will cause Song Yi to come again and again, get up, spin and leap, then stop abruptly, from the first movement, repeating itself.

The two practiced together all morning, with a 10-minute break in the middle.

But habits can't be changed in an instant, and the music and dancing are still a bit bad.

Cheng Jialan believed that it was his fault and was very depressed.

Because the distance is too far, there is not much time for practice in the third year of high school, so Song Yi stayed at Cheng Jialan's house for lunch.

After this meal, Cheng Weiguo came back.

If you don't come in the morning, you are afraid that the children will be embarrassed, and if you don't come at noon, it will be a bit rude.

in the restaurant.

Cheng Weiguo looked at his daughter.

He was surprised to find that it was only a morning. When he went out in the morning, he was as happy as a daughter like a yellow oriole in spring. At noon, he was listless, as if he had been beaten.

Cheng Jialan couldn't find anything, Cheng Weiguo glanced at Song Yi.

Their eyes met, Song Yi raised his hand, coughed lightly, and patted Cheng Jialan's shoulder.

"Squad leader, what's the matter?"

"I have something to tell you."

"Ok?"

Before the food was served, Cheng Jialan dragged her to the French windows on the first floor when Song Yi said something was up.

Chapter 42 Does the monitor live alone?live alone? !

"Why are you so unhappy today?" Song Yi asked her.

Cheng Jialan didn't speak, and was very disappointed anyway.

At first, I called people over happily, thinking that I could have a good program, but in the end, it was just a piano talk, and I couldn't control the speed.

It made the squad leader go around in circles all morning. At first, she thought the dance was really beautiful, but the more she watched it, the more she felt that she was so useless.

When she didn't speak, Song Yi sighed and said, "It seems that you are angry because I dance too slowly."

"No!" Cheng Jialan raised his head when he heard this, "Squad leader, you dance very well! There is no problem with your speed!"

"I was talking too fast, I was wrong."

"Where." Song Yi also imitated Cheng Jialan's tone, "Jalan, you play very well, the piano music is very beautiful, there is no difference from the original speed of the music, I danced too slowly!"