Red Dust and Sand Sculpture

"The studio is empty now." After recovering from the blow, the director took a deep breath: "Just draw there."

Li Xiangfu shook his head: "I need a bigger space."

The final venue will be the stage that will be redecorated in the near future.

Li Xiangfu didn't go directly to the stage, but looked at his watch: "Wait a minute, the contacted merchants have 5 minutes to deliver the items."

This is the same as taking time to load the bullets while the enemy is in front of your eyes. The director dared not speak out because of Qin Jin's presence.

The merchant arrived 10 minutes later than the agreed time, and the director's face was full of gloom at this moment.

After leaving things behind, the merchant left in a hurry. On the ground was a picture scroll specially customized by Li Xiangfu, which was more than ten meters long, and there were also five huge porcelain bowls.

After measuring the distance, he scattered the porcelain on the left and right sides of the fabric, opened the small black bag——

Accompanied by a clattering sound, the dense paint was poured on the ground, and the bottom of the bag was a specially cut red cloth. He first squeezed the paint into the sea bowl, and then tied the red cloth tightly around his waist.

Director: "You are..."

Li Xiangfu raised his chin slightly, connected the bluetooth speaker, and made a classic bullfighting gesture.The moment the arm was parallel to the body, the loud and high-pitched sound of the trumpet spread from the stereo to the surroundings.

At this point, everyone can see that he wants to paint while dancing.

In Li Xiangfu's mind, the most beautiful is the classical dance, but unfortunately it is too difficult to control the strength with the water sleeves, and it is very difficult to change the paint, and it is much more tricky to use the power of the soles of the feet.

Tango and tap dancing are full of rhythm and are very suitable, but he finally chose bullfighting. First of all, he has dabbled in college, and he himself has a good foundation in dancing in a different world, and the stage effect will be better when the skirt is swung.

The prelude to this song is either very fast, or the alternation of the trumpet and a monosyllable 'ah', coupled with the white skin under the light, it is like a haunted house adventure.

The director silently unscrewed the thermos.

Don't say anything, just take a sip of tea to calm down the shock.

"Sudden chug—" The rhythm changed too fast, and Li Xiangfu suddenly looked like a butterfly, moving extremely coquettishly, and when he got stuck, he didn't forget to dip his dancing shoes in ink and dance on the blank long cloth.

"Ah—" The ethereal singing came out, and Li Xiangfu raised his head, revealing his graceful neck, because the overall style of the song is sad, just like a white swan waiting to be slaughtered.

Assistant director: "This song has been edited."

"I can hear it." The director turned pale.

The tunes and dances are specially choreographed.

According to the traditional bullfighting dance, it is difficult to complete the painting, and the second half is already biased towards modern dance.

The long legs flexibly rotate and jump, switching between different dye vats calmly.

The assistant director also took a sip of water to suppress his shock: "Will his leg... get knotted?"

A few times it was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

However, the person involved was still very steady, spun around a few times with his toes arched, and the red cloth dipped in ink rippled on the ground.

Deputy director:"……"

The Olympics should have your place.

Qin Jin stood at the front, and no one could see his expression. At this time, Li Xiangfu's performance was coming to an end, and his slender neck was raised high again, and he flicked the hem of his skirt vigorously.

The cloth fluttered in the wind, and when it fell, it happened to hang from Qin Jin's head behind him.

For the convenience of painting, the fabric is specially cut into quite large pieces.The director and the others watched from a close distance again, and Qin Jin, who was standing in the front, suffered a disaster completely out of nowhere.

Director and Assistant Director: "..."

Good guy, I don't let anyone off my back.

The ending of the song was finished neatly, and Li Xiangfu bowed to the empty seat directly in front of him to pay tribute.

Leaning over and feeling the resistance for a moment, he glanced at Qin Jin from the corner of his eye, was stunned, and pulled hard, the other's head raised a few dull hairs due to static electricity.

"..."

The assistant director made a sound to ease the atmosphere, and laughed dryly: "I guess this song must be called "The Servant Under the Skirt"."

Li Xiangfu: "..."

You can really talk.

Fortunately, the dye only soaked the hem of the skirt, and it dried almost in the end. Even so, there is still a curved oblique mark on the back of the head.

"Sorry." Li Xiangfu apologized and thought about the solution.

Qin Jin was taller than him, and when he lowered his head, he cast a shadow: "Revenge for kindness?"

Li Xiangfu thought for a while, and offered to propose: "Will you go to the sauna?"

Qin Jin didn't express his opinion immediately.

The focus of the director and assistant director's attention was no longer on them, they wandered around admiringly with their hands behind their backs, and exclaimed in amazement: "Absolutely!"

To be honest, Li Xiangfu just started acting, he didn't feel much.

As a director, I have seen a lot of talents. Some time ago, I saw a similar video of a foreign guy.But the ones I have seen before have a common feature. The final product is mostly a chaotic cartoon with complicated colors.

Good-looking, can get applause, but not amazing.

Lee Sang-fu's works are superior in that the final feeling presented is clarity.

He only painted a flower, without the shyness of budding, it was in full bloom to the extreme, but the color of the flowers and leaves was very light, soft and warm yellow, in stark contrast to the artist's red dress.

When he looked up again, the director's eyes completely changed, this is the guarantee of ratings!

"not bad."

Li Xiangfu smiled slightly: "Really?"

Director: "It's the first time I've seen such an appetizing performance."

"..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just complimenting you." The director said his true thoughts: "The first half has the strangeness of the night of returning to the soul, and the crossed legs in the middle part are like knotted bows, but the final product is Orchid in the Empty Valley."

Li Xiangfu emphasized: "This is the cactus flower of Xijia."

When he spoke, he intentionally paid attention to Qin Jin's expression.

However, if Qin Jin's mind was so easy to ponder, it wouldn't be him.

Standing at the corner of the canvas, Qin Jin gazed at the work calmly, from petals to branches, and read it without any mistakes.

It was also at this time that Li Xiangfu caught that tiny...extremely subtle change.

Unaware of the temptation and disguise between the two, the director bared his front teeth with a smile: "Do you need us to arrange the materials for the performance?"

Considering the stage effect, these are too rough, and they may go wrong when used on a formal stage.

Li Xiangfu nodded: "I will make a list of the materials needed and send them over."

"As soon as possible," the director said, "The show will be recorded on Sunday, including rehearsals, and more than one set needs to be prepared."

……

Gao Xun didn't go up with them, but waited in the lounge, and could see passers-by at any time through the glass window.

After waiting for an hour, the boss appeared.

Over there, because Li Xiangfu signed the joint contract at the same time, he was delayed for a while, so he came down a little later.

Gao Xun pushed the door and went out, and was taken aback when he saw Qin Jin.

The color of light yellow and light green intertwined around the circle on the back of the head is particularly eye-catching.

"There was an accident." Li Xiangfu walked quickly and said, "I searched the nearby barbershops with my mobile phone, and there was one with good reviews."

Although he didn't know the inside story, Gao Xun made a publicity statement: "The boss has his usual barber, but he needs to make an appointment in advance."

Li Xiangfu asked the key point: "How much is it once?"

Gao Xun: "It's tens of thousands of dollars for a massage."

"..."

Li Xiangfu was silent, the balance in his card was not much left after buying the consumables needed for the performance.

Just when a cool wind blew from the door, Li Xiangfu's long hair flowed freely, and Gao Xun's hair was also disheveled by the wind. Only Qin Jin, who was standing against the wind because he was covered in paint, was the least affected.

Li Xiangfu felt guilty: "Besides dancing, I have a lot of abilities."

Qin Jin narrowed his narrow eyes: "Oh?"

It was only then that Li Xiangfu noticed for the first time that the person in front of him actually had peach blossom eyes.

"Shampoo." In order to appear convincing, he deliberately exaggerated: "It is completely at the level of opening a barber shop."

Subconsciously, he thought that Qin Jin didn't care about it, and most of them ended up with a sentence of being indifferent or sarcasm, but he didn't expect the other party to actually nod his head, with a cold attitude: "Then I will trouble you."

"..."

The car drove into an ordinary neighborhood.

"There is a meeting at four o'clock in the afternoon." Gao Xun didn't know if he was reminding Qin Jin or Li Xiangfu.

Looking around, Li Xiangfu was a little surprised: "It's different from what I imagined."

I didn't expect Qin Jin's residence to be so simple.

"This is a foothold," Gao Xun said when he got out of the car, as if he could see through someone's thoughts, "The boss will come here to live when he is busy at the end of the year, it's close to the company."

"..."

Gao Xun still didn't follow, he sat in the car and waited, checking the meeting materials needed in the afternoon.

Walking to the door of the unit, Li Xiangfu turned to take a look, and had to admit that Gao Xun might be a dereliction of duty boyfriend, but he had nothing to choose at work.

Because it is only a temporary residence, it is a model house bought directly.

The pool is not built properly, the faucet is too close to the wall of the pool, it is definitely inappropriate to directly stretch your head to wash.

Li Xiangfu found the shower head and moved a small stool for him to sit on.

The picture of an adult man sitting on a small horse is very interesting.

Li Xiangfu tried not to laugh: "Low your head and lean forward."

Qin Jin cooperated very well.

The warm fingertips rubbed against the skin of the back of the neck, and a layer of tiny bumps formed.

Li Xiangfu was taken aback: "Is the water too cold?"

"It's okay." Qin Jin: "You continue."

The shampoo in the palm of the hand rubbed out rich foam, and the fingers shuttled between the dark hair, neither of them could see each other's complexion.

Li Xiangfu lowered his eyes, thinking about another matter.

It's really strange that a company manager called himself to come to his house to wash his hair along the way.

The fingertips accidentally scraped the contours behind the ears, leaving some white foam. Li Xiangfu pursed his lips, and when he took the conditioner, his elbow touched the facial cleanser. Qin Jin obviously lowered his head, but he seemed to be aware of it. The intuition immediately reached out and caught it firmly.

Li Xiang squinted his eyes, with such a sensitive reaction, there was no reason why he couldn't avoid the moment when the red cloth swung over.

The foam was washed clean, and Li Xiangfu caught a glimpse of the hair dryer in the half-open cabinet above the sink, and simply served it home at once.

Qin Jin raised his head, his hair was dripping wet, his eyes were bloodshot because he had not rested well, at first glance he looked like a fragile little animal.

Li Xiangfu's heart moved, and he suddenly asked a bold question: "Have we met before?"

Hearing this, Qin Jin raised his eyelids and looked at the reflection in the mirror, as if he didn't take this question to heart at all: "The circle is so big, I may have bumped into it at a certain event."

After a while, he added: "It may also be time for the parent-teacher meeting."

"parent meeting?"

"You went to the same high school as my brother when you were in China."

There are hundreds of middle schools in this city, and there are only a dozen well-known ones, of different types.

The middle school that Li Xiangfu attends is a private high school, and the teaching quality is very good. Every year, half of the graduates can enter the top universities.Anyone with a little money and power in the city will find a way to send their children there.

Now that the topic is too much about Qin Jin's younger brother, Li Xiangfu subconsciously asked, "What's his name?"

Qin Jin was silent for a while: "Qin Jiayu."

There was a sudden stabbing pain in his mind, and Li Xiangfu couldn't stand firmly.

Qin Jin caught him in time: "Have a headache?"

Li Xiangfu: "It's an old problem."

Qin Jin stood up and unplugged the hair dryer: "Go and rest on the sofa for a while."

Li Xiangfu once again felt his domineering style, even if he cared about others, it still sounded like an order.

Qin Jin still has something to do at four o'clock, so he left the key to indicate that he can rest here for a while.

Li Xiangfu is not someone who can use other people's politeness as a pole to climb up. After thanking the TV station again, he left with him.

·

After Mr. Li came back, the mansion became a little more popular.

It's just that it may not be so friendly to Li Xiangfu.

"Shusha said you went out to find a job."

At first hearing the old man call the system like that, Li Xiangfu was a little uncomfortable, so he nodded and admitted.

Mr. Li squinted at him: "Did you find it?"

Li Xiangfu: "Barely count."

Just as he was about to popularize the cruelty of society with him, young people don't want to be superior and inferior, and swallowed the reason again: "What job?"

"Broker."

"..."

The word 'nonsense' was already on the lips, but he still didn't reprimand him in the end.

The experience that Mr. Li has learned from his children over the years is to be patient. The more you talk, the easier it is to arouse rebellious psychology. It is more effective to watch them make trouble and raise points at the right time.

After making sure that the other party had nothing to say, Li Xiangfu immediately began to rearrange the dance steps after entering the room. Today's performance made him find many loopholes.

Li Shasha was spinning the Rubik's Cube aside, and seeing him twirling and jumping with his eyes closed, he commented pertinently: "The dance has no soul, and lacks a backbone."

He pointed out that the backbone is the content that the dance wants to convey.

"I know." Li Xiangfu has long considered this point. Most of those who want to hold a similar talent show face a difficulty, and they can't do it to the extreme.

While dancing and painting, the dance needs to be broken down with the painting movements, resulting in fragmentation, and it is difficult for the finished product to reach a medium or high level.

If he didn't need to accumulate popularity in a short period of time, he wouldn't do such thankless things.

Li Shasha stood on her tiptoes on the table, tilted her head and asked, "Even if the performance is over, the applause will last for a long time, and you still have to go to the gathering activities, even if you wear a mask during the show, your identity will be exposed. "

Li Xiangfu was very calm, saying that he had already figured out how to deal with it.

After a pause, he continued: "As for the problem of poor arrangement, we can rely on skills to make it up."

He drew a few sketches to show where he was going to rearrange: "From the first paint vat to the third paint vat, I was going to use a strong spin and a cross kick in the air, and then a difficult move of my own creation after landing , focusing on showing the rough beauty, when moving left and right, use one leg to turn upright, and connect to one leg to squat and turn 360°..."

"..."

After describing it for 5 minutes and using dozens of technical terms, Li Shasha's expression gradually lost control and then became numb.

The audience will applaud and cheer for one difficult action, and if it is ten, it will be a heartbeat.

But to Li Xiangfu, this is nothing at all.Nvzunguo requires men to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, dance, and embroidery. When everyone is proficient, if you want to stand out, you must have something different.Under the systematic training back then, I danced on the eaves in summer, played figure skating on the ice in winter, and sang on special drums in spring and autumn...

Once the certification title is obtained, the skills are engraved in the bones, unless it is intentional, there is no possibility of overturning.

……

It is rare for Li Huaichen and Li Xichun to end their work early today.

The last time the family sat together to eat, I can't remember how long it has been.

In the evening, Aunt Zhang cooked a table of hearty meals. At the dinner table, Mr. Li complained that his second son didn't contact his family once in half a month, and he didn't know to come back to have a meal with his elders.

Li Xichun was unmoved by this: "It's not the first day you know An Qing's temperament."

The TV was on, and Aunt Zhang was sitting there watching TV after she was busy. She was a loyal fan of "Masters Out of the Folk" and never missed the replay.

The guests on the stage were performing sketches, and Aunt Zhang couldn't help laughing out several times.

Li Xiangfu looked over, and suddenly said, "I was also selected to participate in this program."

Aunt Zhang's laughter stopped abruptly.

Li Huaichen put down his chopsticks, Li Xichun was almost caught by a fishbone, Mr. Li's eyes widened, and then these people looked up at him at the same time.

Li Xichun spat out the fishbone: "Next time, don't make jokes at dinner."

Everyone started to move their chopsticks again.

"It's true." It was Li Shasha who spoke: "Dad has already signed a contract with the program team. He will record the program tomorrow. You can see him on TV on Wednesday."

"..."

"What talent?" Li Xichun's complexion changed slightly: "Playing the piano?"

Li Xiangfu: "Extremely draw." Then ask for her opinion: "What do you think?"

Li Xichun: "Let's change the face of the show."

Li Xiangfu was at a loss.

Li Xichun: "At least I can cover my face."

Li Xiangfu frowned, but still said: "I have prepared the mask on the stage."

"Then there's no problem." Mr. Li, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said the final word, and he ate with peace of mind.

Everyone's expressions gradually returned to normal.

When going for a walk in the courtyard after dinner, Li Shasha said to Li Xiangfu: "Daddy, you will amaze everyone, I promise."

"..."

Doesn't sound like a compliment.

……

Zhou Tian Li Xiangfu went to record the program on time. On the night of the program broadcast on Wednesday, he was invited out to meet by the assistant director.

The format of "Masters Out of the Folk" is that each guest has only one chance to perform on stage, and one master is selected in each issue, and then at the end of the month, these people are arranged together, and the audience votes to select the king of masters.

The assistant director has a vicious vision and knows that Li Xiangfu may become a hot spot in the ratings, so he intends to let him be the mystery guest next week and give a warm-up performance.

Li Xiangfu is not sure whether the broadcast of the program can achieve the expected effect, and he is going to wait for the hot search tomorrow to make a decision.If the response is not great, he can add another one. If he is popular enough, he will strike while the iron is hot and directly upload his resume for participating in the wind gathering activity.

Li family.

Although the words were mostly ridiculed and unfavorable, except for Li Anqing, who was always elusive, the rest of the people, including Aunt Zhang, sat in front of the TV on time to watch the program.

Li Xiangfu was the penultimate player to play.

The bronze-colored fang mask and the specially tailored red dress have a strange and mysterious shape.

Strictly speaking, it's not really a skirt, it's just a piece of flowing red cloth tied around the waist. Li Xiangfu's waist is thin, and it doesn't look weird when wrapped.

The music was edited again, and the rhythm became much faster. Li Xiangfu started with a difficult movement, without any buffer at all.

With the connecting movements of side flips and splits, two brightly colored lines instantly appear on the canvas under the feet.

However this is only the beginning.

The next dance and the pre-stage moves described to Li Shasha in the room that day were just a little bit more.

"Oh!" The camera accurately captured the scene of the audience covering their mouths and exclaiming.

"Oh my God!" Aunt Zhang also cried out when she saw the long legs that were almost knotted in the rotation.

When the dance music played to the most exciting climax, Li Xiangfu's single leg was spinning like a spinning top, and the composition of the stamens under the toes had been completed.

On the TV was the exclamation of the audience, and outside the TV was the sound of the Li family members gasping for air, just in time for the progress to show Li Xiangfu jumping with his head up and splitting his legs in mid-air. Beautiful shape, easy to complete the leap of faith from one paint vat to another.

Sitting on the carpet, Li Shasha received mental torture from three aspects at the same time, and clapped and chanted expressionlessly: "The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

The author has something to say:

Li Xiangfu: Hold your head up, take off, leap...to show my skills gracefully.

Li's family: Su, Suxiao Jiuxin Pill.

Li Shasha: Visual pollution, spiritual pollution, spiritual pollution... I remember my childhood that took half my life to heal.