After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

"Very shocking, very perfect." Lu Wenya's voice was almost drowned in the cheers, "Your performance has a sense of story, and I saw that you used projection as a light source, which is also very novel."

"It's written in the information that you completed the stage selection, arrangement, lighting design, etc. by yourself. Can you talk about the process? Your inspiration, your inspiration, and this song..."

She looked down at the program schedule, "What does "The Deer" mean?"

Ye Cike lowered his head, his long black curly hair just happened to cover his eyebrows and eyes, and his almost pale face was as red as bleeding.

The staff handed over the microphone, and he pinched the edge with only two fingers, as if consciously avoiding everything, whether it was eyes or touch.

""The Deer Messenger" is the story of the Ewenki deer messenger."

Ye Cike said eloquently that the emissary was a female painter.She kisses the earth, believes in nature, controls white deer, and paints freely on grasslands, lichens, and forests.

Painting is her gushing and strong emotional outlet, and also her eyes to perceive the world.

Until one day, a group of people came from Liaobei and gave the artist gold that she had never seen in her life, and asked her to kill the deer, cut down the big tree, leave the forest, and enter the city with the cold air of Aoluguya.

She left, she lived, but since then, she has never been able to paint a single picture.

She started drinking heavily.

Between drunkenness and waking, she always saw the white deer in the ancient forest.

"Finally, the deerman followed the footsteps of the white deer in the dark night, stumbled back to the forest, walked into a more northern and colder place, walked gently into the glacier, and completely slept with nature."

With a bang, Lu Wenya's lamp lit up like a burst: "Four words, full of talent."

"I want to be picky." Yan Yingdi's face was sullen, and three seconds later, he smiled: "Just kidding, I can't pick a pick, this lamp is for you!"

Immediately afterwards, the other two lamps exploded one after another, and the audience boiled again.

All eyes were on the veteran artist He Qichun.

"Mr. He..." Lu Wenya looked at Mr. He with a smile, "Your lamp..."

The gold medal producer Ba Yuan also nodded: "If there is a student who is full of lights, he deserves his name."

The students who were close to him booed: "Full lights! Full lights!"

He Qichun held the thermos cup and didn't speak for a long time.

The booing students saw that the atmosphere was not right, and their voices gradually weakened.

Only then did He Qichun speak: "Are you satisfied?"

Ye Cike pinched the microphone, his throat moved slightly, but he didn't answer.

"You handled the accident on the field very well. The floor lamp that exploded suddenly did not affect your performance, but added color to it."

The student was surprised: "That exploding light...was it an accident?"

"I thought it was designed!"

"Unfortunately—" He Qichun stared at him, "It's a lot of pain, not enough stretching. Does dancing make you painful?"

"The painter who made the deer have reconciled with himself and completely stretched out, but you haven't. So I can't give you this lamp."

"... so strict."

"Finally, I know why the scoring stipulates that four lights are A."

"Even Ye Cike can't do it, no one should be able to get his lamp."

"This is too harsh, just choose idols—"

"There's nothing wrong with being strict. Isn't being on stage just a matter of striving for strength?"

There was a lot of discussion in the venue, but Mr. He turned a deaf ear to it.

Seeing the stalemate in the scene, Lu Wenya was about to say a few words, when the voice of the assistant director suddenly came from her ear: "It is announced that there will be a break of 10 minutes, and we need to investigate and replace the floor lamp."

Feeling relieved, Lu Wenya stood up and announced: "Due to the accident of the floor lamp just now, we need to conduct a site inspection and replace the floor lamp. Everyone can relax a little. The recording will continue in 10 minutes."

Ye Cike turned off the microphone, walked along the edge of the stairs to the lounge under the stage, and was stopped by someone when he turned a corner.

Qiao Zhihuan stood in the middle of the narrow road with an extremely serious face: "How long has this problem been with you?"

Ye Cike was taken aback, not knowing what kind of problem he was talking about.

The staff in the distance were extremely busy, and people kept shouting "Qiao Zhihuan" and "Come and take a look".

"Forget it, I can't leave now." Qiao Zhihuan said, "I'll go find you after today's recording."

Still being urged behind him, Qiao Zhihuan responded, ran a few steps away, and turned around to emphasize, "Wait for me!"

Ye Cike walked further down the aisle, and the more he walked, the more confused he became.

The dismantled overhead lights were scattered all over the ground, and three or five people were moving a large prop. The prop was covered by a pure black curtain, and it was impossible to see what it was.There are also people wearing gloves and carefully carrying a special storage box. A special logo is printed on the box. The bottom is a white rhombus, and the upper half is covered with black and white vertical stripes—the symbol of nine types of miscellaneous dangerous substances.

What is this preparing for?

"Teacher Ye!"

The staff nearby greeted him, and the moment their eyes met, the staff's face separated instantly, with lines jumping out, color blocks blending, and finally a twisted and hideous face.

The world in view began to crumble.

"Okay, thank you for the coordination of the party director." Wei Lingsu hung up the phone.

Just now, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly wanted to change the song, and asked him to buy a few minutes or so. The program flow was too long, so it was impossible at first, but Qiao Zhihuan's luck was really good. And because Yan Liang didn't communicate with the program team, he replaced Qiao Zhihuan's opponent with Ye Cike, and the program team also needed to sort out the internal affairs, which made it possible to have a 10-minute break.

"Huanhuan, I'll prepare everything you want—"

As soon as Wei Lingsu pushed open the door of the lounge, a pure white feather coat flew by, turning his side legs, turning his legs, and immediately exploded on the spot after stepping on the front bridge, ending with a beautiful somersault.

Wei Lingsu's eyes lit up: "You can actually dance Chinese!"

Qiao Zhihuan stopped, smiled and said, "You want to sign me just to see my face?"

After speaking, he continued to warm up and began to turn flat.

However, Qiao Zhihuan's movements were not stretched. When he turned to the corner of the room and stopped, Wei Lingsu was a little worried: "Are you okay? Don't put too much pressure on it. Even though the opponent is Ye Cike, just keep calm."

"No, it's not that I'm nervous." Qiao Zhihuan looked up, his eyes sparkling, "I want to win!"

The break ends and the recording restarts.

Lu Wenya's string of words was over, and the next student, Qiao Zhihuan, was invited to play.

However, after more than ten seconds, the stage was still empty, and Lu Wenya raised the microphone again: "Student Qiao Zhihuan?"

Suddenly there was a sentence "here!"

Everyone raised their heads and their eyelids jumped.

On the ceiling, the movable light stand in the center was lowered into the air. Several light stands supported each other and connected into a rhombus. Qiao Zhihuan was sitting on a corner of the rhombus, waving to everyone.

He is close to ten meters from the ground, and the width of his footing is less than 30 centimeters.

Lu Wenya looked terrified: "Why are you up there?"

Qiao Zhihuan clasped her hands and shouted to them: "I'll perform on the light stand."

"Mike is too expensive, and I can't afford to pay for it if I fall, so I will perform first, and then I will introduce myself."

Lu Wenya was very surprised: "Are you only considering Mai's problem?"

She carefully confirmed that there was no wire on Qiao Zhihuan's body. Although the light stand in the middle was lowered by a half height, the height from the ground was obviously beyond the safe range.

Aren't the show crew afraid of making performance accidents? !

Even though this is attractive, is it going too far? !

Mr. He also had a straight face.

During the break, he heard that the contestant asked to change the song temporarily, and his first impression of this person was very bad.

1 minute on stage, ten years of work off stage, changing songs temporarily, what level can you show?

Too impetuous, too disrespectful to the stage.

Today's young people are really out of shape.

The atmosphere in the arena was somewhat stalemate, and Lu Wenya immediately heard the voice of Director Lei: "The stage was set up at his own request, and there is also a letter of waiver of liability. It will start normally."

Lu Wenya had no choice but to announce: "Personal trainee Qiao Zhihuan, the song he brought is—"

"Improvisation dance, "Mad Fairy"."

The giant white veil hangs down.

There were loud bangs, the stage lights went out one after another, and the light stands under their feet also shook. A few seconds later, the whole world was in darkness.

Only Qiao Zhihuan was left in the world, he was suspended in the boundless darkness.

The voices of countless people echoed in his ears:

"Stability, stability! The foundation of dance is stability!"

"Why are you looking down! Are you afraid of this!"

"Does fear overwhelm you, does failure overwhelm you! Is your determination so fragile?"

In the end, Mr. He commented on Ye Cike: "There is a lot of pain, but not enough stretching. Does dancing make you painful?"

No.

In his short life, he has encountered many hardships and pains, but dancing is not.

Even if he dances on the road paved with the tip of the knife, every step is bloody.

Qiao Zhihuan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Migratory phantom pain from arms to extremities, back spine to toes.

In the book, his biggest achievement is not meeting his favorite characters, nor meeting Ye Cike, but...

He can dance again.

The melodious Kunqu accent: "Love and regret are serious, turning around is an illusion." [1]

Snapped.

A single-beam projection was cast, and a huge full moon was illuminated on the huge curtain.

Smoke rose in mid-air, and there was a lonely person in the full moon, with a jade robe and a folding fan.

Accompanied by the ethereal music, Qiao Zhihuan stretched out like a bird, pressed against the accent of the music, and took advantage of the opportunity to explore the sea and turn over, as graceful as a dragon swimming in the East Sea.

With every gesture, there are clouds and mist rolling.

The high lampstand trembled under his feet, and the dry ice fog repeatedly flooded his vision, and the surroundings were surrounded by abyss-like darkness.

Qiao Zhihuan is climbing towards the limit on the dangerous tip of the knife. If you don't pay attention, you will be doomed.

But he won't stop.

With music, there will no longer be "Qiao Zhihuan" in the world. He devotes himself to music, to feel, express, and move.

He enjoys the moment of becoming one with the dance.

The audience was silent, and no one could distract and comment. The scene was so dreamy, Qiao Zhihuan seemed to be standing on the top of the cold fairy palace, dancing to the moon.

It seems like a fairyland outside the world has opened a little gap, only a glimpse.

With a solemn expression, He Qichun took out his heavy reading glasses and put them on.

Entering the second section, the music becomes more conflicting and passionate. "Crazy Immortal" throws away the folding fan to the sky, let alone the Taoist brush.

Qiao Zhihuan was carrying the jug, Kuangxian's footsteps were no longer regular, but crooked, about to fall.

He wandered dangerously at the critical point of falling, but couldn't help but tilt his head to look down, as if he was a little fairy who thought of everything.

Qiao Zhihuan focused all his attention on the constantly changing center of gravity. His spirit was already drunk, but his body's instincts were extremely sober.

On the front bridge, turning over, and reaching the corner of the light stand, he concentrated all his strength on the core of his body, and at the point close to the limit of stability, a beautiful spinner lightly fell to the other side.

Everyone was so shocked that they didn't dare to breathe for three seconds. You must know that if the landing point was off to one side just now, it would easily cause major troubles.

Lu Wenya clutched her chest, unconsciously muttering: "Don't have an accident, don't have an accident!"

"It'll be fine."

Beside her, the old Mr. He Qichun who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "There is a concept in dance called 'suspension point', which is a point where the center of gravity is balanced and will not fall. The core of many difficult movements is to grasp the dynamic suspension point. It's tense, and it's done in an instant."

He Qichun pushed his glasses and looked more carefully: "This person's dynamic center of gravity is very superior, it is very likely... no, he is world-class."

At this moment, the music suddenly stopped.

Kuangxian threw the jug away, stretched his body, and jumped off the lamp stand!