my brother is not cute at all

The sound of broken glass broke the silence, and Yang Yue suddenly woke up like a frightened animal!The ear-piercing child's voice was piercingly laughing, and the misery, depression, gloom, and dullness swept from all directions in an instant, filling the entire theater overwhelmingly.

Trembling, he raised his hand to cover half of his cheek, and then slammed it so hard that he fell off the wooden chair to the ground!

Then he flowed rapidly on the ground, and a series of retreats completed in one space, as if he was forced into the dark corner that enveloped his entire childhood.

There were fierce beatings and rude abuse by the eldest brother, dark eyes and piercing smiles from the second brother, endless copying of family rules and endless insults, and they occupied his childhood in a ferocious and distorted way.

The narrow corner in my memory is like a purgatory that will never see the light. There are stern roars and piercing laughter. It seems that countless evil claws of devils have gathered invisibly, dragging him into the abyss. Torn apart.

He wanted to find the light on a rampage, and he stumbled out on the stage as if being pulled. When he suddenly came back to his senses, he realized that this was a cage that he could never break free from.

He remembered that Yang Yu once strangled him by the neck and threw him against the wall. The suffocating feeling of the air being squeezed from his lungs made him choke his neck and tremble slightly while rolling ferociously.

He also remembered that Yang Yang once cursed him to die with a smile, and the precarious weightlessness of standing on the wooden chair made his dance steps hesitant and thrilling.

His light double-flying swallow jumped to an unprecedented height by the height of the wooden chair, like a bird that suddenly fluttered its wings and wanted to rush out of the cage, after landing, it spun rapidly and fell hard!Cheststand turned fork makes the slender waist twisted into the ultimate line in the air.

After landing, a series of twisted and wonderful movements danced like flowing clouds and flowing water. The amazing core strength and relaxed breath make the whole series of movements freely retractable and relaxed.

His body suddenly twisted on the ground, using the strength of the back of his feet to push his body up from the ground lightly!Then he walked precariously on the ground with only the back of his feet, and his toes were bent into arcs beyond the range of the foot bones, which made all the audience immersed in the show gasp, and a capital letter appeared in their minds. Bold words: Pain!

But it was this heart-piercing pain that gripped the hearts of the audience in an instant, made them empathize, and made them hysterical.

He pinched his own neck and twisted his waist backwards, allowing his body to slide loosely along the ground, then rolled rapidly, tearing his hair and pulling his body off the ground!

I don't know when the insteps of the feet that had scratched the flesh on the ground have seen red blood...

He managed to find a wooden chair that he could inhabit, and his hands rushed out from the wooden bars on the back of the chair, turning into flying birds breaking out of the cage. The tension of his fingertips seemed to soar to the distance to grab freedom.

In the end, he jumped up deftly!Jumped onto the wooden chair, slowly stepped on the back of the chair with one foot and stepped hard——

The wooden chair suddenly lost weight!He landed on the ground with a loud sound, but his limbs were flying swallows that leaped down lightly, and his fingertips touched the light in the distance.

The end of the music has come, and in the melody that has dissipated, there is a crisp sound of a silver bell from the distant sky——

jingle.

The curtain ended, the lights were dimmed, and the audience was dead silent for a full three seconds before bursting into applause like a mountain roar and a tsunami!

When Hou Zeqi frowned and regained consciousness, Shimei had already covered her mouth, and tears burst out of her eyes inexplicably!

"Ugh..."

Hou Zeqi heard her sobbing, and belatedly took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her.

"You are too flattering, why are you still crying?" For some reason, everyone around was cheering and screaming, but he had no desire to applaud at all.

He was very depressed, it felt like a heavy boulder was pressing on his chest, filling his chest with an inexplicable sense of suffocation, and he couldn't be happy at all.

Shimei took the tissue in a hurry and said incoherently: "I don't know why, I just feel that I understand it but I don't understand it, but I feel uncomfortable even if I don't understand it. I feel so uncomfortable that I want to cry. I have never seen such a thing. Depressed dance, so good, so sad, woo...modern dance is so good to cry."

Hou Zeqi didn't understand what this girl was talking nonsense at all, but he agreed with one thing, the creation of this work was too depressing and too good.It can empathize with viewers who haven't been through it all, and it can resonate with those who have.

As the artists say, the extension of dance is the extension of life.He uses body language with more tension than words to vividly show the audience the pain, depression, and hesitation of his childhood. The smooth and free movements are full of crazy and wild beauty, and he performed a shock that directly hits the audience's soul. , There are thousands of feelings in the heart that want to rush out——

Want to hug him, want to protect him.

"Oh, my contact lenses have shifted," Shimei cried, and suddenly covered her eyes and let out a cry.

Hou Zeqi couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't be useless, wipe away your tears."

Shimei closed her eyes and rolled her eyes, finally regained her composure, and asked again: "Brother Seven, did your brother hurt his foot just now? Should we go backstage to see him?"

Thinking of Yang Yue's painful instep just now, Hou Zeqi still feels his scalp numb.

How can someone dance like masochistic?

"You can continue watching here, I'll just go backstage and have a look," he pressed Shimi on the seat, got up and walked towards the safe passage.

Backstage, Yang Yue unscrewed the half-drunk mineral water bottle and threw it into the bag precisely, looking for Jiang Haibo in the noisy crowd who was dressed like a ball of steel wool.

"Jiang Haibo, give me a tissue, wet wipes are fine too."

After finding the brightest boy in the crowd, Yang Yue stepped on the cold floor with bare feet and walked over step by step.

"What wipes do you want? Makeup-removing wipes?" Jiang Haibo turned his head and asked as he pulled out his backpack from the stool full of costumes.

"Normal is fine. I don't take off my makeup, and I will have a curtain call later."

After Yang Yue finished speaking, her body lightened, and she was directly dragged back a few steps by a huge force.

"Hey you—" he exclaimed.

The locker room door opened and closed, and when he came back to his senses, he had been brutally dragged in.

"Show me your feet."

He turned his head, and the tall figure passed his hands directly under his armpits, gently lifted him, and put him on a clean item box in the dressing room.Then the other party flicked the hem of the windbreaker neatly, and squatted down in front of him.

Her ankles were pinched by her knuckle fingers, Yang Yue lowered her head and saw Hou Zeqi's smooth and tight shoulders, her heart hidden in her chest suddenly started beating wildly.

"I'm fine, just a little injury, just wash it with water and wipe it off later."

"There are bacteria in the tap water, and it is easy to get infected after flushing."

Hou Zeqi looked at the bruised wound on the back of his instep, it was a bit serious, a large piece of skin was worn away, and the bright red tender flesh inside was faintly revealed, fresh blood oozing out, running down the cold white skin Flowing, a little dazzling.

"Let me deal with it briefly for you first, and then disinfect it with alcohol when I get home."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and leaned over, directly taking the bloody wound into his mouth.

"I'm not that delicate—"

Halfway through Yang Yue's words, there was a sharp pain from the wound, followed by a warm and wet feeling on the back of his feet, and his pupils suddenly dilated!

In an instant, his brain was like a huge reactor being ignited by a cluster of scarlet sparks. There was a loud bang, and the sky-high heat wave blasted out an overwhelming mushroom cloud!

This man, he...

"What are you doing!" Yang Yue was startled by conditioned reflex, and kicked him to the ground with a thud!

A sudden kick on the shoulder made Hou Zeqi unsteady and leaned against the item box behind him with a bang.

The moment Yang Yue regained consciousness, he immediately regretted it.

Hou Zeqi spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, and suddenly smiled: "I still want to ask you, just stabbed me on the stage, and now kicked me off the stage , What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

Fragments of light flashed in his light-colored pupils, which made Yang Yue flustered for no reason. The tips of his ears heated up rapidly in the scorching air, and the tendons in his pinna were throbbing.

"You, how can you use your mouth?" Yang Yue, who has always been articulate, can't even speak at this moment, his heart is pounding, and his voice also weakens: "I just got off the stage, My feet are full of dirt, very dirty..."

"It's okay, I don't dislike you," Hou Zeqi propped up his body and squatted down to examine his wound carefully: "It's not dirty at all, isn't it quite white?"

He held up the foot that was a few sizes smaller than the average boy. Although the skin on it was fair and tender, it was covered with mottled calluses and scars. After years of precipitation, their original color had faded, but But like countless small medals, they tell stories that only belong to the dancers, revealing a kind of shocking shock.

When his toes are stretched to the extreme on the dazzling stage, these small and ferocious scars will be combined with the vivid beauty, which is both contradictory and amazingly beautiful.

Yang Yue felt uncomfortable being stared at by him for a while, she broke free from his hand, and secretly retracted her feet: "Don't look, there's nothing to see."

He knows that the moment a dancer's feet take off their dancing shoes, like Cinderella at 12 o'clock at night, all the glamor will disappear, and those old scars and skeletal insteps will make it become hideous, ugly.

"It's beautiful," Hou Zeqi comforted him in a low voice as if full of magic power: "This is an honor that belongs only to you, you should be proud."

Yang Yue looked into his eyes and didn't know what to say.

"Does your foot still hurt?" Hou Zeqi looked at his bleeding wound and said, "Don't wear socks and shoes when I get home. I'll help you deal with it when I get home."

"I have a Band-Aid in my bag," Yang Yue said.

But if such a long piece of skin is broken, the Band-Aid should not be able to stick it, right?

Just as he was thinking, the door of the locker room was pushed open with a bang. Jiang Haibo saw the scene in the room, and was dumbfounded for a while: "You two..."

"You came just in time," Hou Zeqi stood up from the ground, and instructed Jiang Haibo in the tone of a rich young master ordering his servants: "Go and bring his bag from outside, and bring some clean tissues. "

Jiang Haibo: "?"

"Why are you still standing there? Go ahead," Hou Zeqi raised his chin. As a young master, he was quite proficient in his professional skills.

"Oh," Jiang Haibo admitted that he was dazzled by the dog man's beauty at that moment, hesitated for a while, and turned his head and left obediently.

Yang Yue put on the Band-Aid, and went on stage to dance the curtain call before the end of the party. After stepping off the stage, the Band-Aid and the elastic band of the dance shoes had been dyed red.

Shimei slipped to the backstage after the show, stood side by side with Hou Zeqi and watched Yang Yue drinking water on the seat, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

"You can't wear socks like this for a while, can you? The skin will stick to the fabric."

Jiang Haibo also changed his clothes at this time and came over. He glanced at the blood-oozing Band-Aid, and sighed, "I said, when will we be willing to change the broken floor of our theater? The seams are so big, we are The girl in the school just danced Cha Cha and almost broke her heel."

He sighed, suddenly thought of something, and asked again: "Hey, if I remember correctly, at this year's graduation party, did an undergraduate student poke his toenails in the cracks of the floor while dancing modern dance?"

Shimei got goosebumps from his shocking description.

Yang Yue just glanced at him indifferently: "It's normal operation, mine has been lifted too."

Tomi grinned her teeth and felt like she was about to suffocate.

Hou Zeqi frowned in the dark, but soon sighed again: "Okay, let's stop the bleeding with medicine powder when we get home, don't wear shoes first, let's go home."

Jiang Haibo was surprised: "How can you walk without shoes? You let him jump back?"

Hou Zeqi smiled and spit out two words: "I will recite."

Jiang Haibo: "..."

Blame him for his lack of brains, so he shouldn't have asked such a question.

After Hou Zeqi finished speaking, he flicked the hem of the windbreaker, and squatted down with his back facing Yang Yue. The high-grade material made a soft swish in the air.

and then?

Shimei and Jiang Haibo turned their gazes to Yang Yue who was holding the water bottle at the same time. The three of them stared at each other with eyes that were not too small. Two of them watched the play quietly with anticipation, while the other was a little embarrassed.

"Come on, come up, get your bag and shoes," Hou Zeqi turned to urge him.

Yang Yue still sat still, muttering in a low voice: "Stop making trouble, I—"

"Cough cough," Shimei cleared her throat in a very sensible manner, pointed to the direction of the back door and said to Hou Zeqi, "Well... Brother Seven, I'll drive by the back door first, and I'll drop you off to the gate of the community later. Come and find me by the back door."

Jiang Haibo jumped up very cooperatively: "And me and me! Beautiful sister, my house lives at the back door of the school. It's not safe for you to go alone. I'll walk there with you!"

While talking, he picked up his backpack and costume, and ran away affectionately, holding Shimei's arm and sisters.

Seeing the figures of the two people disappear at the small door in the backstage, Hou Zeqi smiled and asked Yang Yue: "Ancestor, the spectators have left, are you willing to come up now?"

Yang Yue struggled to death: "I'm not disabled, such a small injury is nothing."

Hou Zeqi: "Then I used a strong one?"

Thinking of the rice-carrying incident last time, Yang Yue immediately compromised: "Then that will bother you."

After speaking, she lightly jumped onto the opponent's solid back, and a warm fragrance of laundry detergent rushed into her nostrils. Yang Yue felt like a handful of fine snow fell into the sparkling spring water, and even her bones were sunk In the warm torrent, it slowly sinks, melts, and dissipates without a trace.

So warm.

The author says:

Modern dance is relatively free and abstract. It mainly depends on the dancer's movement texture, dance vocabulary, expression, choreographer's movement arrangement, and choreographer's thoughts. This kind of thing is really a thousand people's eyes. As for Hamlet, sometimes you don’t know where to hit the audience, just like what Huang Zitao said to member Hu Chen in the dance storm final: "I don't know how to dance, but you can make me cry."

Modern dance is such a kind of dance, which can make people feel the depth of beauty in beauty.

On Weibo, I will still do some animation science popularization, but my science popularization may only be the tip of the iceberg. If there are interested babies, I can recommend some modern dances that I quite like to everyone.