Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

It has been three months since I saw Li Qiao again, during which time he was busy with the national tour of "Send Tang", and I was not idle either.

The living person is not around, but the news is overwhelming.Li Qiao and Yang Yan can often be seen being interviewed by the media on TV and the Internet.According to those news, Li Qiao also replaced the leading actor at two stops of the tour, and went on stage to experience a drama addiction. Except for a few critics who could never please, the response was quite good.Yang Yan's response was even better. In the interview, she revealed that she was about to divorce. Although she didn't mention Gu Yao by name, she honorably established the image of a beautiful dancer who sacrificed her personal life for art.Occasionally, I would look at the handsome man and beautiful woman on the screen in a trance for a moment, and I would think that they are actually quite good together.

The other main creators and ensemble performers returned to Beijing earlier, but Li Qiao and Yang Yan did not come back. They were invited to the United States and flew to the other side of the ocean together.

In fact, according to the contract, Wilton should fly back to Germany at this time, but Li Qiao temporarily renewed his contract for three months, making it clear that he wanted to keep him in Beijing and supervise "Drunken Death" for me.But the German guy still looks down on me, and this signal is clearly and unmistakably conveyed from his frowning from time to time, his squinting eyes, and drooping corners of his mouth.I have and only self-knowledge, the design of stage lighting and so on is simple, unless I encounter problems that are beyond my ability, try not to show up to be annoying.

I made a drastic expansion of "Drunk Dead Dangtu". It changed from a few-minute solo dance to a small dance drama consisting of five parts: group dance, duet dance and solo dance. Most of the basis for the adaptation came from these years What I saw, heard, and felt came from my dreams when I missed Lao Yuan and my very little stage experience.Therefore, it is inevitable to encounter problems beyond the ability.

Wilton didn't want to get involved in my endless drama at all, but I was determined to die. As soon as he appeared, I would follow and move forward step by step, even if he showed respect.In ancient times, there was Yang Shi standing in front of Chengmen, and now there is Yuan Luobing squatting and waiting for the toilet, and Wilton would put a tube of fluffy penis back into his crotch after peeing, and when he turned around, he would see my smiling face.Under my persistent pestering, Wilton finally made a compromise, but he asked me that his name must never appear in the publicity process of "Drunken".

I didn't intend to publicize it.

I didn't want to ask Li Qiao for the termination fee. Firstly, I insisted on signing the contract at the beginning, and secondly, I really doubted whether I had that position.Gu Yao's metaphor about "dog" has held me firmly to a certain extent. I remind myself that I don't need to be afraid of Xuezang. It is nothing more than a three-year ban on filming, media promotion and commercial activities.

The date of the performance was chosen on the last Saturday of December. Considering that the legal counsel of the film and television company was always ready to dig into the contract and sue me, all promotional activities could only be carried out secretly. Skylar thought of a cost-effective and unobtrusive way—she took the girls to college towns and residential areas to distribute tickets for "Drunk and Drunk".The ticket was designed by old K. The theme is the curtain call performance of a generation of dance master Wang Xuejing, and a crooked poem is attached.

I don't know whether the flame will be high or not under the firewood gathered by everyone, but at least, it doesn't cost money.

Together with the girls, I have to perform on stage and walk around the streets.I thought the Chevrolet was inconvenient, so I drove a girl on a small broken bicycle between the campuses and residential houses in old Beijing, swimming like fresh fish in the cold winter wind.We not only deliver tickets to the door, but also try our best to promote sensationalism. If we don’t know how to do it, we will say goodbye to the show to give back tickets to give back to the society. If we are serious, we will tell the truth. Although we are not a cultural giant, we have a heart to pursue art. .After a few days, the results are gratifying. Seventy-eight out of ten of those who accepted the free tickets turned around and threw the tickets on the ground and stepped on them, but the remaining [-]-[-]% expressed their great interest and were willing to come.

In the blink of an eye, it was the last Friday of December, and thousands of tickets had been distributed. An optimistic girl asked, we took the smallest theater in the art center, with only about 200 seats, if we come by then What if the audience is far more than [-] people?

But most people are not so optimistic, especially skylar, so I had the following conversation with her, full of resignation and compassion.

Skylar asked, on the day of the performance...can someone come?

I said, look at the heavens.

Unexpectedly, God finally wiped us out.The sky suddenly changed in the early hours of Saturday, Beijing was flying sand and rocks, heavy rain was accompanied by strong winds.On a day like this, if it wasn't for a knife rest on my neck, I wouldn't even go out to pick up passengers, let alone run out to watch an unknown dancer dance.

The girls had just followed the crew of "Send Tang" to experience the bustle of the crowd, and suddenly it became deserted and miserable again, so they were naturally dissatisfied with this.

"Luo Bing, the theater is full of our own people, shall we still dance this dance?"

"Even if there is only one audience, we have to dance seriously. Besides, there are not many people, there are not many, maybe a dozen or so."

The girls were all downcast and discouraged, so I had to cheer them up.I smiled and said that I still had to go to the dressing room to get ready, but just as I turned my back to the crowd, I felt my legs go limp and my whole body was about to collapse.

The old woman is already waiting. She and I have black hair, red clothes, and bare feet. We will dance a pas de deux that symbolizes inheritance and handover. This will be the first and last time she will be on stage for so many years .I must have thought about the situation of "Drunk Dead Dangtu" returning to the stage countless times, but never encountered such a cold reception.Unbearable to bear the eyes of my old lady, I hid in the dressing room before the performance and stared at the young man in the mirror.His red clothes are like mosquito blood, and his face is covered with stage makeup, but there is no joy that matches the red clothes and heavy makeup. On the contrary, he looks like Jing Ke before the assassination of the Qin Dynasty, with tragic and solemn eyes.

I was immersed in my brewing emotions and couldn't extricate myself, when I suddenly heard some noises from behind.

I turned around and saw a dripping Li Qiao appearing at the door.I don't know where he came from, but it just came out like that.The best rainy day of my life suddenly appeared before my eyes.That rainy day is exactly the same as today, the man's face wet by the rain is still handsome today, he suddenly appeared like a light that day, and today he still shines by my side.

"How did you get in?"

"My theater, can't I come?"

"No...I'm asking, how did you come back?"

"I came back early, I can't wait to know, how long are you going to keep this from me?"

"Recently there are too many things, too messy, which one you are asking, let me think about it."

"Ask knowingly, you know what I mean about liquidated damages. Yang Yan's divorce procedure is completed, and she told me everything she knows." Li Qiao rolled her eyes on my face for a week and asked, "What the hell are you doing?" When are you going to ask me for help?"

Before I could think about it, I blurted out instinctively, then please beg me, please help me.

Li Qiao made a gesture to trick me, but I obviously could hide but I didn't. Fortunately, he withdrew his force in time, leaving only a gentle touch on my face.

Just think that I am muddled, that I am twisted, that I am vigorous, and I turn my head away, still not cooperating.

"Okay, I understand." Li Qiao's mouth revealed a slightly dumbfounding expression, she nodded, and became serious, "Master Yuan, I beg you."

I made up my mind to fight a tug-of-war with this man about the dignity of a man and a dancer, but I was terrified when I called out "Master", and then my heart was full of joy.I didn't even have time to remember how long it had been since I called Li Qiao by that name. He had already knelt down and not only gave me all the gold under his knees that he probably never gave to anyone else in his life, but also got into my red robe.

In a blink of an eye, my penis was held between five cold and long fingers. Li Qiao knocked the front of it with his teeth—this action shocked me again. He had never served me before, and I was the one who served me. his.