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After being together, Yang Yan had told Lin Siji why he wanted to choose the ballet dancer's script.

"I actually studied ballet for a short period of time." Yang Yan recalled, "About a year or two."

Lin Siji was a little surprised: "General parents would be more willing for their children to learn piano, taekwondo, etc..."

"Indeed." Yang Yan said, "But my sister teaches ballet, so she forced me to learn more."

After learning this extra information, Lin Siji did hesitate for a while, whether to change the script and use the version of the ballet dancer to participate in the casting.

But because the ballet dancer's performance was not as good as boxing, Yang Yan also admitted that his understanding of ballet was only superficial... So in the end, the plan to change the script was stopped.

But during the daily chat, Lin Siji still chatted with Yang Yan about the content of the ballet script.

Yang Yan said: "I like the part of Don Quixote the most."

"That part." Lin Siji smiled, "I like it too. That part is the climax of the whole script. If I choose an excerpt to cast a role, I will definitely choose this part."

Lin Siji also said that if the plot of a boxer hitting a sandbag shows the tragic and powerless resistance of a ferocious beast trapped in an iron cage, then the ballet section is like a dying butterfly fluttering its wings towards a distant flower.

Yang Yan was thoughtful: "So here, let's highlight the helplessness."

"No." Lin Siji denied, "To highlight the beauty."

This is another reason for Lin Siji not to choose a ballet script.In the boxing plot, what needs to be conveyed to the audience is the repressed anger in the character's heart.

For an actor, this could not be an easier task, especially if there is a concrete motion design.

As long as the actor hits the sandbag hard enough, the anxiety can be easily transmitted to the judges.

But beauty is not the same as anger.

Beauty is a feeling, a rare feeling.

On screen, in theater, it is extremely difficult to capture and extremely difficult to deliver.

For ordinary newcomers, expressing "beauty" is an extremely difficult super-syllabus test question.

However, when Lin Siji stood behind the scenes and witnessed Yang Yan's performance, he realized that his worries were unnecessary.

Beauty, for ordinary actors, it may be as scarce as ore mined from a volcano, but for Yang Yan...

That was the last thing he wanted.

In the center of the stage, lights illuminate Yang Yan's raised hands.

While waiting, Yang Yan tore off the bandage.Without the redundant cover, the slender fingers were unreservedly exposed to the light, and the fingertips trembled slightly, touching the dust suspended in the air.

His hand bones are slender, and the smooth and strong muscle lines on his arms show his years of practice.

Yang Yan's skin is white without sunlight, and the blue of the blood vessels can be clearly set off.

The mottled wounds on the knuckles are eye-catching, indicating the character's not-so-good living environment, while the damaged skin also points out one or two morbid aesthetics.

Lights were cast from the top of the stage.

It stands to reason that it is difficult to be beautiful under this kind of lighting.

But Yang Yan raised his head slightly, and skillfully dispelled all the malicious shadows by facing the light directly.

His eyelashes are drawn extraordinarily long by the light, and the extended shadows are like butterfly wings, and a slight tremor can cause a huge storm.

His eyeballs were also illuminated by the light, and the revived hope and excitement flowed in the pupils, making people want to explore further.

story sense.

Wang Shusheng leaned forward, his eyes were slightly sharp.

This No. 44 contestant has this talent that is enough to make many actors jealous.

Yang Yan's arm movements changed with the music.

He is not a professional dancer, and he has not undergone systematic training before taking the stage. He can only pose a few poses according to the impression of Don Quixote dance drama in his mind.

These gestures are probably the most basic ballet gestures, which are the only things left over from the two years he fooled his sister. If someone who is more professional, looks at it for two seconds, he will probably look away and shout that this is What perfunctory garbage.

Even those present who don't understand ballet can vaguely sense the unfamiliarity of his movements.

Yang Yan is also very aware of his own weaknesses. He can only rely on the devotion to maintain his expressions, and forcefully transform the unfamiliarity of his movements into the excitement of being exposed to ballet again after the characters in the script have not been on stage for many years.

He succeeded.

Compared with the lack of "form", people pay more attention to his wonderful performance in "god".

Pale, pale, beautiful.

Like a trampled white rose on the muddy ground.

What should be shown, Yang Yan has shown it.

Lin Siji glanced at his phone, it was almost time for the limited performance time.

He switched to the music software interface (the music he played just now), and pressed pause.

The music stopped abruptly, and so did Yang Yan.

His arms were still raised, but the joy on his face suddenly froze.

Twelve o'clock came, and the magic was gone.

Regardless of the hysterical resistance of the wax figure, the dust ruthlessly re-wrapped it layer by layer.

The hands in the air trembled like dead branches.

The light faded from Yang Yan's face little by little, and despair and cold returned.

He opened his mouth helplessly, as if he wanted to scream in pain...

His terrified and distorted expression was so real that in an instant, everyone in the theater heard a cry of despair from the depths of their souls.

But in fact Yang Yan didn't make a sound, he just opened his mouth and roared hoarsely out of silence.

In the end, the joy is gone, the struggle is gone, and there is only a barren despair.

The ballet dancer opened his eyes, and the last spark disappeared in the dark pupils.

He blinked, and Jingying rolled down.

The hands that were stuck in the air slowly retracted, encircled the body, and tightened a little bit.

The ballerina curls up and hugs her body.

He bestowed upon himself the ending of The Death of the Swan.

There was silence in the theater for two seconds, and there was bursts of applause.

Yang Yan stood up from the chair. In just a few seconds, his expression had returned to his usual calmness. Except for the reddish eye sockets, he couldn't find anything similar to the depressed ballet dancer just now.

He got up from the chair and jumped off the stage.

Everyone in the jury was in a daze, they hadn't come out of the play yet.Many people subconsciously glanced at Yang Yan's nimble feet, always feeling that those slender legs would suddenly lose their strength and fall down.

Yang Yan raised the chair and handed it to Li Yunan.

"Thank you."

Li Yunan took the chair and praised: "Good performance."

Yang Yan felt the need to respond, but couldn't find the right words.

So he repeated: "Thank you."

Li Yunan sat down, smiled and said to Wang Shusheng: "This kid is quite interesting."

Wang Shusheng was noncommittal.

Yang Yan returned the same way and returned to the waiting area where he was waiting before going on stage.

He is actually not as calm as he appears on the surface, and the out-of-control emotions caused by substituting the role did not ease so quickly.This unbalanced state of mind caused him a headache, and also ruined his original plan to go down to find Lin Siji from the other side.

It was only when Yang Yan walked to the waiting area that he realized that he was on the wrong side, but it was obviously not appropriate to cross the entire stage in full view.

Yang Yan looked across, Lin Siji was no longer in his original position.

Yang Yan fluctuated between waiting in place and taking the initiative to attack for half a second, and decisively leaned towards the initiative.

He went out from the waiting area, walked quickly across most of the backstage, and walked to the other side of the stage waiting area.

It was already dark on that side, a few students with work badges were talking and walking outside, Yang Yan took a look inside, Lin Siji was not there.

Probably back to the dressing room.

Yang Yan made a decisive decision, turned around and walked to her dressing room.

The dressing room is in the west, and when passing through an open platform in the middle, Yang Yan suddenly slowed down.

Fu Yueyu stood in the corridor of the dressing room, looking at Yang Yan with a half-smile.

He blocked the only way to go backstage.

Yang Yan stopped five or six meters away from him and looked over coldly.

Fu Yueyu stood up straight and walked towards Yang Yan slowly.

"I saw your performance." He stood still and said calmly, "It seems that Director Wang is not very satisfied."

Although others hate it, their words are true.

After Yang Yan's performance, Wang Shusheng was not among the people who applauded.

From the end of Yang Yan to his exit, Wang Shusheng kept his head down and went about his own business, as if he had no interest in Yang Yan.

Fu Yueyu continued to say: "Why did the genius of our acting department lose the chain at such an important moment...Maybe it is destined to miss director Wang Shusheng, what a pity."

Listening to his eccentric words, Yang Yan's expression was as cold as the night frost hanging between the windows on a winter morning.

"You don't think that you can get out of trouble like this, do you?"

Fu Yueyu smiled exaggeratedly: "Of course not, after all, I offended the famous Yang Yan."

He hissed like a poisonous snake: "Who doesn't know that Yang Yan from the Department of Performance is a well-connected person, but he can't be messed with... He doesn't need to take an exam to enter NUFA, and the hot searches are also listed... But I'm quite curious, How did you manage to get Lin Siji, how much did you charge...or..."

He leaned forward, his eyes couldn't hide the viciousness: "...like your sister, she used all means to get through the back door."

Yang Yan was successfully irritated by him, his expression was gloomy for a moment, and the anger climbed up in his heart uncontrollably.

His voice was suppressed: "Take back your remarks and apologize."

Yang Yan was angry, but Fu Yueyu felt happy.

He leaned back, admired Yang Yan's angry expression for a few seconds, and smiled sarcastically: "Take it back? Why do you want to take it back?"

"Didn't you rely on your sister and others to get into NAFA? This time you audition, your sister will open the back door for you again. I heard that she was calling Wang Shusheng two days ago. It will probably be soon. When you reap the role, you will also reap a 'brother-in-law'."

Fu Yueyu's filthy words spread all over the platform wantonly.

People came and went on the platform, and the two confronted each other for a while, which already attracted the attention of many people.

Now that Fu Yueyu has revealed such big news, the people who stayed here took a breath and began to discuss in whispers.

Yang Yan only felt buzzing in the side of his ears, but he couldn't tell whether it was someone else's pointing or tinnitus caused by anger.

Fu Yueyu's sarcastic expression was dazzling and annoying, almost arousing his desire to vomit.

Yang Yan's throat felt hot, and the anger finally broke the string called reason.

Yang Yan took a step forward, grabbed Fu Yueyu's neckline with one hand, and pulled it away with the other——

He punched that disgusting face hard.