Tracing the sound

The layout of the dance room is similar to the style of Zhuoyutang, but it is more refined. The whole room is filled with a very elegant fragrance. Yu Miao vaguely feels that this smell is very familiar, and carefully distinguishes it. Sometimes Bi Sheng seems to have this smell on him, so He couldn't help asking curiously: "What kind of fragrance is this?"

"Qinan Chenxiang." Bi Sheng pointed to the huge wood carving on the left wall.

Even though Yu Miao had never seen the world again, at least he was half a Mongolian doctor and knew the value of agarwood.As a result, the entire wall that looked simple and dull was instantly coated with a layer of rich gold. Yu Miao wiped off his cold sweat. Luckily, he still wanted to find out what brand of perfume Bi Sheng used, so that he could go as well. Buy a bottle too!

The footsteps followed Bi Sheng up to the second floor. It was more like tailor-made for him alone. The layout was very casual. On the left was the bathroom and changing room, and next to it was a well-equipped gym.There is a tea room on the right, and the panoramic view of the back garden can be seen from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it is obviously not for entertaining guests, because there is only one chair in it.

When Bi Sheng opened the door of the last room, Yu Miao was shocked.

Except that there are not so many audience seats, this is like a medium-sized theater!

The stage, lighting, and photography are all available. Yu Miao doesn't know much about the equipment, but he can also see that the facilities here are complete, even more complicated than what he saw in the city theater.

Bi Sheng went to a camera facing the stage and fiddled with it for a while, then pinched the remote control a few times, and suddenly a circle of cameras lowered directly above the stage. The 360-degree lens with no dead angle was like countless pairs of eyes converging on the center. For the spectacular.

"Let's go, try it." Bi Sheng pointed to the stage and said to Yu Miao.

Under Bi Sheng's instruction, the two skipped the prologue. Yu Miao was more serious than when he was in Zhuoyutang, for fear that if he was negligent, his mistake would be caught by the ubiquitous cameras.

After the end, Bi Sheng asked him to wait, and a moment later, a screen was slowly lowered on the wall directly opposite the stage, and the video recorded just now was projected onto the screen, and he watched himself, magnified by N times, waiting to be inspected. , Yu Miao inexplicably felt ashamed.But Bi Sheng seemed to be used to it. He sat next to Yu Miao, raised the remote control and pressed the play button.

The dance between the two just started playing, Yu Miao was a little embarrassed, but Bi Sheng watched it very seriously, and after less than 3 minutes of broadcasting, he pressed the pause button.

"Here, your position." Bi Sheng pointed to the screen and said to Yu Miao, "This is an action point, but more than [-]% of the audience can't see your face at all."

Bi Sheng pulled out several snapshots of the same scene from different angles, which proved his statement.

"Dancing in a dance studio is not the same as dancing on a stage. Once you are on the stage, you have to consider the feelings of everyone who is watching. Every movement you make must not only be precise, but also be able to The angle that the vast majority of viewers can see is perfect. Especially the grasp of important emotional points, which is what is commonly referred to as appeal."

Yu Miao listened carefully to Bi Sheng's explanation, eagerly absorbing professional skills that he had never been exposed to before.

"Okay, let's stop here today and continue tomorrow." Bi Sheng looked at his watch, the time was almost past midnight.

"Huh? I'm not sleepy..." Yu Miao often didn't go to bed until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night after practicing dancing. Embarrassed, I changed my words: "Okay, okay, Teacher Bi... go to bed early, sorry for your inconvenience!"

Bi Sheng didn't like his official thanks very much. This kind of politeness always reminded and deepened the sense of distance between the two. Coupled with Yu Miao's standard bowing action, it was really an eyesore no matter how you looked at it, so he frowned. Mei Xun said: "Correct your habit of bowing every now and then! What does it look like when you nod and bow? Do you worship God?"

Yu Miaoxin said yes, I was worshiping God!But he didn't have the guts to refute at all, and nodded frantically in cooperation.

"Also, children go to bed early at night, don't they want to grow up?" Bi Sheng added.

Yu Miao nodded habitually, then immediately shook his head.

"What?" Bi Sheng couldn't understand.

"I don't need to grow taller, this is just right." Yu Miao waved his hands and said seriously.

"Why?" Bi Sheng was surprised. Long legs and long feet are the body standard that every male dancer dreams of. This size is less than 1.7 meters and five feet. How can it be satisfied?

"That...you don't...have a request...?" Yu Miao muttered hesitantly.

"I have a request?...What request?" Bi Sheng lay on the gun for no reason, and was even more puzzled.

"The height is no more than 175, and the weight is less than 50 kilograms." Yu Miao bit the bullet and repeated Bi Sheng's abnormal target for the dance partner.

"Then...you work hard!" Bi Sheng experienced firsthand what NOZUONODIE is, and patted him on the shoulder through gritted teeth.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, so early in the morning Lu Peng swayed to Zhuoyutang proudly, exuding an air of dominance all over his body, and his arrogance could be felt from far away.

"What happened, Brother Lu?" Zhu Zhenyao leaned over and asked.

"Do you need to ask? Have you read the official statement of Dynasty Studio and Lin Mo's letter of apology?" Rong Bingxuan, who is active in the front line of entertainment and gossip, quickly gave him a popular science.

"No wonder, no wonder, don't tell me, the writing is quite good, and the description of his own shamelessness is really penetrating. I'm afraid this copywriting was not sent by the enemy army? Admire it!" Zhu Zhenyao continued with a smile.

"Uncle, I will perform the operation myself, can you give him a full meal?" Lu Peng poked his bangs proudly.

"Hahahahaha, He Ning probably vomited blood in anger? Come on and let us have fun!" Join Wang Rong Bingxuan online.

"Not only did he vomit blood, I thought he was about to vomit his lungs, sir, I also beat him up hard, this time He Ning lost both money and wealth, and his reputation was ruined, oh no, just thinking about it makes me feel good It's like taking a stimulant, if you can't bear it, please help me." Lu Peng pretended to be dizzy with his exaggerated acting skills.

"Promise!" Zhuo Shen laughed and scolded, but it was undeniable that this feeling was really cool.

Think about how unlucky he and Lu Peng were when they pretended to be their grandsons in front of He Ning not long ago. After all these years, they have been indifferent to the world, and Fusheng has become a doormat in the secular sense. Lu Peng, who has been in the front line of society all the year round Bearing the brunt of it, I don’t know how many provocations and injustices I didn’t have to bear at all. It’s enough to write a book by mentioning these bloody and tearful histories.

As soon as Dynasty's official statement came out, although there were still a lot of people who refused to give up, they at least admitted their mistakes sincerely, and fully realized the management mistakes in the process of cooperating with Fusheng Studio, which can be considered to appease some people's hearts.

In comparison, Lin Mo, the cannon fodder, is much more pitiful. He not only admitted his previous series of rumor-mongering behaviors, but also offered to apologize to Yu Miao, who did something to him, and clarified that the cause of the incident and the fault were all his own. There was no need to slap the face, and it went directly to the soles of the shoes!

Based on the context, netizens tacitly digested the truth of the matter, so when Fusheng Studio officially released Yu Miao's apology statement to Lin Mo, the comments no longer saw the clamor of Lin Mo's fans, but expressed their understanding and consideration in unison .

Let the incident rage for a few more days, and when the time was almost right, Lu Peng posted another official notice as agreed, emphasizing the good cooperative relationship between Fusheng Studio and Dynasty Studio, calling on everyone to pay attention to the works and support a tolerant and kind network environment .It can be regarded as standing for the dynasty.

So far, the turmoil has finally subsided. Although He Ning has suffered heavy losses, he will not be completely defeated. Fusheng Studio, which has always been known for its low-key and mysterious nature, has never been able to get rid of the perennial "forced to operate" since it became active in the front line of public opinion. fate, that's another story.

After almost a month, when the initial storm gradually faded away and the dance fans experienced anger, disappointment, and sadness, all emotions finally settled into deep nostalgia and expectations.

"One day when Bi Sheng is not around No.20, I miss him, miss him, miss him."

"Is "Flying Apsaras" going to be cold? In order to see my male god, I have endured blindness and watched the premiere video."

"I always feel that there is no end in sight, the main jump is abolished, and the current platoon is probably too late, right?"

"So far, there are no refunds for performances in other places! If it is stranded at least a week in advance, there will be news? I hope everything will go on as usual, and I am willing to pay three times more to redeem the tickets. It is really difficult to watch Bi Sheng live... ..."

"Bishen has only accepted this work this year. I don't know how long I will have to wait if I miss it. Die-hard fans are too difficult!"

"All great gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas kneel down and beg for the rerun of "Flying Apsaras"~"

"Kneeling +1"

"Bronze Ball +2"

"..."

Satisfied, Lu Peng scrolled through the gloomy and bleak wailing on the Internet, and felt that it was time to play the role of a Bodhisattva who responds to requests.

Under the eager anticipation of the true fans, Fusheng Studio released three blockbuster news in a row, and within an hour, it became a hot topic again after wave after wave.

First of all, it was announced that the overseas performance of "Flying Apsaras" will be held as scheduled. At that time, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and the whole world celebrated together. The incarnation of Lemon Essence, made concerted efforts to denounce injustice under the official website.

Unexpectedly, Floating Life Studio would satisfy them soon. The official announcement officially announced that the three local performances that had been canceled would resume online, and the ticket purchase channel would be opened on time at [-] o'clock in the morning the next day. So everyone was happy, everyone was fulfilled, and the whole world All full of love.

The author has something to say:

Lu Peng: Is that all?

Zhuo Shen: Then what else do you want?

Lu Peng: I also want to watch Bi Sheng tear up the vile dog.

Zhuo Shen: You think too much.

Lu Peng:? ? ?

Zhuo Shen: In Bi Sheng's eyes, He Ning is probably not as good as a dog.

Lu Peng: ...! ! ! @#＄#＄#