dance dance let me up

Quan Yang privately knocked: [I have listened to music, how is it?Is it your style? 】

Du Ye actually wanted to say that the dark wind was not his style, he was just in a bad mood recently, so he wanted to jump into something corresponding to his mood.

He is seventeen years old, youthful and beautiful, dancing all over the city, he is so sunny, where is it dark!

But sometimes, many people think that they can judge another person's artistic quality through their works, and they believe that this is the truth.

In short, Quan Yang liked the second song after killing Du Ye, and sent messages continuously: 【Any thoughts? 】【Are you ready? 】【Okay, I'll post it in the group, everyone is waiting anxiously. 】【Time is running out, we only have three days to rehearse. 】

Du Ye sighed: [You said the second song, let's just go to the second one. 】

You're a big star, aren't you busy?

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Look at Sheng Yao next door. He is so busy that he hasn't spoken yet. His team members have chosen the song by themselves.

After thinking about it.

Oh yes.

Isn't Quanyang here to become popular?

Compared with Sheng Yao who was on the cusp of the limelight, there was indeed no announcement.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel a little proud.

Sheng Yao is really hot.

After the song was settled, Quanyang set a rehearsal time for tomorrow morning, and stopped talking in the group.

While eating the rest of the meal, Du Ye watched Sheng Yao's group.

There are only 23 people in the group, one more person is easy to be exposed, someone knocked Du Ye privately: [Why two numbers? 】

Du Ye typed with one hand without blushing: [I have two mobile phones, so I'm afraid of missing messages. 】

The man stopped asking after he got the answer, probably never thought about who would do such a thing.

Deng Xiaodan squinted at him, squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Shameless!"

Du Ye showed his teeth: "It's white and neat, it's ready for toothpaste commercials."

"Am I talking to you about this? Ah!"

Du Ye was helpless: "Be good, don't make trouble, eat quickly, you see we are the first to come and the last to leave."

When Deng Xiaodan came back to his senses, he realized that most of the people in the restaurant had disappeared, and even the great god Zhou Zhou who was sitting next to him left without knowing when.

Most of the rest of the people finished their meals and were typing on their phones with their heads down.

Deng Xiaodan didn't eat at noon, so he said embarrassedly: "Wait until I have another bite of rice."

"Go." Du Ye nodded.

Deng Xiaodan thought about it: "Why are you so talkative this time?"

Du Ye stared at him for a second and said, "Are you an idiot?"

When Deng Xiaodan heard this, he felt relieved, and went to cook happily with the plate.

When Deng Xiaodan ate, Du Ye accompanied him. There was no sign of impatience on his face. Deng Xiaodan occasionally looked at Du Ye, always feeling weird.

Du Ye's attitude towards him was very natural, and even that unforgiving mouth showed a kind of mutual harm like good brothers.

"Strange, did we know each other before?" Deng Xiaodan asked in confusion.

Du Ye looked away from the phone and glanced at him: "I don't know."

"Then why?" Deng Xiaodan asked cautiously.

Du Ye pondered for two seconds, then said solemnly: "Because you have a poor face?"

"???"

Oh shit!

I shouldn't have given you a good face!

You grow up poor!Your whole family grew up in poverty!

Deng Xiaodan returned to the room sullenly, and saw Du Ye took out the earphones from his backpack and plugged them into his mobile phone, leaning against the window and listening with downcast eyes.

He went to the toilet and came back, but Du Ye was still listening.

The boy's bangs are indeed a bit long, and he looks very lethargic if he doesn't exceed his eyebrows, but after all, he is young, and his thin face is somewhat delicate, and it is not ugly if he looks too much, but has a melancholy literary atmosphere.

Deng Xiaodan wiped all the water on his buttocks, walked over and asked, "Where are you listening to the song? What song?"

Du Ye looked up at him, took off the earphones from his ears, and handed them to him.

Feeling flattered, Deng Xiaodan put on the earphones and shared a song with Du Ye.

Deng Xiaodan asked: "What song is this?"

Du Ye said, "We're going to dance next."

Deng Xiaodan was surprised: "Just tell me that?"

Du Ye raised his eyebrows: "What are you thinking?"

"I..." Deng Xiaodan thought for a while and stopped talking.

Yes, what are you thinking?

Even if you have listened to the music, even if you have seen the choreography, so what, different music, different teams, different interpretation methods, plagiarism can never surpass the original, the audience's eyes are sharp, this is the charm of dance.

Deng Xiaodan took the earphones in his hand, turned upside down and said, "I heard that all your three jumps in the afternoon are dark winds?"

"Dance as you please." Du Ye was absent-minded, he was already thinking about the music arrangement in his head, and Quan Yang's words covered that part, so he was more or less taken aback.

"Why? Fighting Dance also dances Dark Wind? Dark Wind is suitable for choreography, right?"

"The opposite side is full of Bboys coming out to blow up the field, how can we win if we don't find another way?"

Deng Xiaodan was right after thinking about it, and murmured: "I'm really curious about how you dance and how you dance."

"Want to learn?" When Du Ye raised his head and looked directly at him, Deng Xiaodan didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, he hesitated for a while, and felt a little embarrassed.

After all, Du Ye looked much younger than him.

Du Ye knew what he was thinking when he saw his expression, so he didn't speak, but walked to the open space beside the bed and started dancing to the music.

The boy was still wearing blue slippers, and the earphones gathered all the sounds into a thread. While dancing and twisting, his body was as light as if he had no bones. Deng Xiaodan felt that he was watching a pantomime.

Like a flying butterfly.

Although there was no sound, he seemed to understand.

This is a body that can talk, as if every strand of muscle is absolutely controlled by the young man, and he can easily make any posture that he thought of or didn't think of. Between that stillness and movement, it describes an elf lost in the dark s story.

Whether music came first or dance came first, no one can tell now.

Like whether the chicken or the egg came first, it has risen to a philosophical question.

It's just that Deng Xiaodan is used to getting the music first and then dancing. This is the first time that he just watched a person dancing quietly, and an unfamiliar note jumped out in his mind.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Deng Xiaodan came back to his senses, glanced at Du Ye who was still concentrating on dancing, and walked around him to open the door.

Outside the door is a person from the program team. The nameplate hanging around his neck has his name and position written on it. He is a drama manager.

Before Deng Xiaodan could speak, Du Ye's voice came from behind: "What's the matter?"

The production manager said, "Du Ye, Director Zhang has something to ask you to come down."

"it is good."

After Du Ye left with the production staff, Deng Xiaodan was still thinking about the reason why he was called away. Du Ye already knew the truth.

He took the elevator to the third floor and was led to a small conference room.

The door was pushed open, and there were people from the program team and the advertising agency inside.

Director Zhang stood up from his seat, waved to Du Ye, and said, "Come on, Du Ye, I came here to talk about an endorsement..."

……

When having dinner the next morning, Du Ye noticed something was wrong.

During the meal last night, almost all the members of the Quanyang team were present and gathered together, forming a small group.

But this morning, compared to other teams, Quanyang team's players dispersed a lot, and some unfriendly eyes always fell on him during the period, Du Ye keenly felt something surging in the dark.

After waiting for eight o'clock, when he arrived at the rehearsal room, he realized that something was wrong.

There are a total of 22 people in the rehearsal room, all present.

The time had just arrived, and before everyone could figure out how to start, a person walked out of the crowd, stood in front of them and said loudly: "Hi everyone, my name is Li Yuhang, I am from the GG dance troupe in Haishi, and I am the choreographer in the dance troupe." , is good at choreography of most types of dances, our dance troupe won the gold medal in the World Qi Dance Competition in Country F the year before last."

He said proudly, looking around until he saw Du Ye, his eyes settled for a moment, and then he continued: "I have experience in arranging Daqiwu, if everyone believes in me, entrust me with this choreography task, I promise I won't disappoint you all."

Li Yuhang was the same choreographer who choreographed Qi Wu yesterday morning and made random moves when he lost, and also imitated Du Ye and choreographed a dark wind Qi Wu.

As soon as his voice fell, someone responded immediately: "Okay, no problem, anyway, I don't know how to choreograph, and those who are capable will do it."

Some people agree: "Da Qi Wu is different from Xiao Qi Wu, experience is very important."

Of course, some people said: "Where are the other choreographers? No one speaks?"

No one spoke, everyone looked left and right, and gradually their eyes fell on Du Ye.

Gaga is not a baron at all today, she can catch Head and Shoulders with her beautiful hair, and asked Du Ye in a low voice: "Have you thought about it, a team doesn't need too many voices, one choreographer is enough, if you don't fight now, you won't have any in the future." We have to fight."

"Thank you for reminding me." Du Ye said excitedly with a serious face, "As a contestant of fighting dance, I count on an excellent choreographer in the team. This is sleepy and I'm here to give you a pillow. That's great!"

"..." Jia Jia looked up at the sky and thought about it, yes.

At dinner yesterday, when Zhou Zhou invited Du Ye to choreograph, many people heard it.After choosing a song at night, Quanyang decided on the second song. As a result, many people believed that Du Ye would participate in the choreography of this song.

Everyone thought about it all night, discussed it all night, and came to the rehearsal room swearing, and they told you, I don’t choreograph, I just dance.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they remembered Du Ye's famous "Dark Wind in a String of Three".

But in this way, it would be ridiculous for Li Yuhang to rush to stand up. Someone came over in the morning and saw him lobbying the team with his own eyes, so he recommended himself.

But when you are a choreographer who competes for sweets and cakes, people don't like it at all. They can get to the very back by relying on fighting dances, okay?

The sound of chuckling reached Li Yuhang's ears. He forced himself to remain calm and continued, "I already had a plan last night. Let's work hard this morning and we can basically make it up. If you have any questions, please let me know. Let's brainstorm together. , arrange this dance to the best."

After speaking, Li Yuhang clapped his hands and asked everyone to disperse and surround him. He began to prepare to dance by himself first.

However, as soon as the music was released, everyone was in an uproar.

"Isn't this the first song?"

"Why did you change the tune?"

Immediately afterwards, someone looked at Du Ye's face, looking like he was watching the show.