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Underfoot are floor tiles with a history of more than 200 years. Qiao Zhihuan stood in front of the Grand Theater, staring at the eight ancient Greek columns in front of him in a daze.

This is the National Center for the Performing Arts, and it is also where WCDG will be held a few days later.

Unexpectedly, when Ye Cike said "see with his own eyes", he literally meant to see with his own eyes. In the morning, he was still immersed in the romantic atmosphere of Paris, but at night, the cold wind of Moscow was blowing.

Qiao Zhihuan lowered his head and glanced at the ticket stub. It was all in Russian, and he didn't understand a single word: "Mr. Ye, you're in a hurry, do you have to come here today?"

"This dance drama is the last show of the tour cycle. If you miss today, you won't be able to see it."

The weather was cold, but there were many people waiting to enter the hall. Although they couldn't understand what everyone was discussing, judging from their happy expressions, there were not a few people who liked this dance drama.

Qiao Zhihuan looked around, and his eyes fell on one side of the poster. The male dancer happened to be captured in a volley pose. Wrong place.

"It's him." Qiao Zhihuan recognized the person on the poster from his figure, "Igor, chief of Oba."

In the video material sent by He Qichun, Igor's skills and expressiveness are very strong, and he is a dancer with no shortcomings.He was the last WCDG champion and the most popular candidate to win this year.

No wonder Ye Cike wanted to bring him to watch this man's performance.

"Entry, let's go in." Ye Cike put his arm around his shoulders.

The ballet begins soon.

The symphony was joyful and brisk, and the market was very lively. Among the crowd, the magician played the flute, and the grotesque puppets came back to life.

Qiao Zhihuan recognized the dance drama: "Petruska."

In previous ballets, the protagonist was either a light and beautiful girl or a beautiful and elegant princess, but its protagonist was an ugly and weird puppet.

Qiao Zhihuan's eyes are quickly attracted by the puppet on the stage. The puppet is funny and makes all kinds of amazing moves under the control of the magician; the puppet loves a woman, but because of it, it is ridiculed and beaten, and thrown into the darkness.

In the dance drama, the tearing and chasing are extremely realistic, especially at the climax of the story, when the puppet is chased and killed, he runs away hysterically. , groping forward with both hands, the saber immediately smashed down...

Qiao Zhihuan was soaked in emotions, until the lights came on and all the audience shouted "Bravo", he woke up like a dream.

On the stage, "Petruska" Igor put his hands on the ground, stood up very comically, and stepped forward to thank him-he didn't even show the thank you, and he still stayed in the role.

Ye Cike beside him suddenly asked, "How do you feel?"

"The emotions are well grasped, and the movements are quite perfect." Qiao Zhihuan said, "He is much better than the Arthur we met before."

"Of course." Ye Cike said with a smile, "Three years ago, Arthur was the dark horse of the year. He was born out of nowhere and crushed all the way until he met him."

Qiao Zhihuan didn't answer, he was thinking seriously, if it was him, what are the chances of winning if he met the best chief Igor in today's top ballet troupe?

The surrounding crowd suddenly became restless, and the cheers and applause became more intense.

Qiao Zhihuan looked in the direction of the commotion. Igor unexpectedly walked off the stage at some point and stood in the aisle, looking around as if looking for someone. Wherever his gaze swept, the crowd was excited.

Suddenly, Igor's eyes pierced like a sharp sword, and looked at him.

It seemed impolite to keep staring, but just as Qiao Zhihuan was about to look away, Igor stepped forward, surrounded by the crowd, and walked straight to this row.

Does this theater have any audience interaction programs?

Qiao Zhihuan was remembering how to say greetings in Russian, when Igor suddenly showed his teeth and smiled, but opened his mouth with an authentic Northeast accent: "I thought it was a mistake, it's really you!"

Qiao Zhihuan: "??"

He was doubting his life, when there was a sudden warmth on his shoulder, Ye Cike helped him by the shoulder and passed him, bumping fists with Igor.

Qiao Zhihuan: "?!"

These two know each other? ?

After the show ended, Qiao Zhihuan and Ye Cike were waiting in the background. Igor finished the follow-up work and rushed over immediately, putting on his coat while walking: "Let's go, where do you want to go?" The night in Moscow was already a bit cold , the three of them wrapped their coats and walked out along the street.

"I stayed in Liaoba for a long time when I was a child, and I learned all my basic skills there, so I can speak Chinese." Igor is very talkative, and his Chinese is quite good, so there is no sense of disobedience without looking at his face.

"I was still thinking about whether WCDG Cike would come this year, but I received a text message saying that I would come - I thought he was joking!"

"I think you are going to participate in WCDG, and the theater will suspend your performance for a while. After checking that today is the last show, I hurried over here." Ye Cike walked on the outermost side, smiling as if there was nothing, "But The most important thing is that he wants to come and have a look.”

He put his hand on Qiao Zhihuan's shoulder.

Igor glanced at Qiao Zhihuan curiously, and Qiao Zhihuan smiled as a greeting.

"Let me think about it..." Igor seemed to be recalling something. He pressed his temples, thinking hard, and then suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up, ""Flame of Paris"! Is it you?"

What he was talking about should be Qiao Zhihuan's excerpt from "The Flames of Paris" in the slot battle.Qiao Zhihuan vaguely remembered that there seemed to be this country in the live media at that time.

Ye Cike was a little surprised: "Have you seen his variation?"

"I didn't watch the live broadcast on our national TV station. There was a performance." Igor said honestly, "But on the second day, your video went viral in the troupe."

"They say it's the most perfect 'Paris on Fire.' But—"

Ye Cike: "But?"

"But there is a fatal flaw."

Qiao Zhihuan asked, "What shortcoming?"

"It's too short!" After finishing speaking, Igor laughed heartily, "Otherwise what would you think, such an amazing performance!"

Qiao Zhihuan said a few words modestly, but Igor stopped laughing: "I'm serious, even if I were to act, it wouldn't have such a good effect. According to Ci Ke, you have something in common with the spirit of the dance drama."

There was a smell of meat on the road.

The window of the barbecue shop was lit with warm yellow lights, which were especially eye-catching on the cold street. Qiao Zhihuan's eyes were unconsciously attracted, and fell on the big meat skewers with long arms in the window.

Igor pointed at the butcher shop: "Try it?"

"No, no." Qiao Zhihuan quickly refused, "It's almost time for the competition. I've been losing weight recently."

Igor came back to his senses: "WCDG?"

Qiao Zhihuan nodded: "Yes, Teacher Ye is also participating, and I have a double event with him."

Igor looked at Ye Cike in disbelief: "Director?"

"It's not the choreographer." Qiao Zhihuan explained, "It's the contestant, and I'll partner with him."

Igor was even more shocked.

After listening to his explanation, Qiao Zhihuan knew that Ye Cike had participated in two WCDGs, but not as a contestant, but as a choreographer and director of dance dramas, and had won awards for choreographer and director.

It was precisely because of his admiration for his choreography that Igor found out about him and took the initiative to talk to him at the competition.

Now it was Qiao Zhihuan's turn to be shocked: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal." Ye Cike was a little unaccustomed to being praised, so he hurriedly found an excuse, said, "I'll buy you meat skewers" and walked to the far window.

Qiao Zhihuan and Igor stayed where they were, and Igor's blue eyes became more and more curious: "I guess...you are lovers, right?"

Before Qiao Zhihuan could speak, her ears turned red.

Igor laughed loudly: "There are dance partners who are lovers, and there are dance partners who are not lovers. This is very normal. But I speculate that not because you two are partners. I think that when I saw him this time, he was in a much better state. "

"How to say?"

Igor leaned against the building next to the street, looked up, and saw the extraordinarily cold moon: "The last time I saw him, it was almost two years ago, in "Limbo". To be honest, I was really worried at that time over his condition."

"A dance drama is only two hours for the audience, but it may be a month's tour for the actors, but it is months or even years for the director. In a few years, from the very beginning of the story to the From setting, casting to choreography, and finally even sewing a few buttons on the costume, the painstaking efforts and energy put in are beyond words."

"I was watching him rehearse the play." Igor said, "At that time, I felt that he was very dissociated. Sometimes when inspiration came, he suddenly ran to paint, and sometimes he had a headache and locked himself in an empty room. In the room, he was an out-and-out workaholic. He was so stubborn that he didn’t eat or sleep for several days. Apart from art and creation, he couldn’t squeeze anything else in his mind. Sometimes I also wondered, what is creation to him? An expression of joy, or a quagmire of pain?"

Just as Qiao Zhihuan wanted to say that he was not like this now, some fragments came one after another.

Everyone on the lighthouse was sleeping, but Ye Cike was painting overnight; he had already lay down in "Restart", and Ye Cike worked until midnight, and he couldn't even tell the water cup from the incense stone; When we returned to Ali Jie's house, everyone came down to have lunch, only he locked himself in the room and drew with his head.

He lowered his head guiltily.

"No, am I making you sad." Igor raised his arms high and waved them in the air a few times, as if to drive away the stagnant atmosphere, "What I want to say is that he is in good condition now. In my eyes, the current Ci Ke is no different from him."

Igor pointed to the opposite side. A street performer played the accordion on the opposite side of the street. The cold wind was blowing, and his singing was frozen into white air, but he sang especially happily.

Qiao Zhihuan was amused and laughed: "There is still a big difference!"

Seeing him laugh, Igor also laughed unconsciously, and even his eyebrows became gentle: "He should be very happy to meet you."

Qiao Zhihuan turned her head, and her eyes fell on Ye Cike in the distance: "I am also very happy to meet him."

After the song was over, the street performer on the opposite side changed to a more enthusiastic song.

"I like this song!" Igor's eyes lit up, he greeted him loudly in Russian, and clapped his hands across the street to sing along with him.

The people on the road were in a hurry, but they also slowed down when they heard the singing. Some of them were infected by them and sang together.

Igor was even happier. He jumped onto the short pier in two or three steps, stood on a high place with his arms outstretched, and turned around casually. Passers-by were surprised by him and applauded.

"...What are you doing?" Ye Cike came back from buying meat skewers, and saw this scene with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's nothing." Qiao Zhihuan turned her head, "I'm happy."

His pupils dilated even more, Qiao Zhi smiled warmly, stepped forward, held his neck, and kissed him passionately.

People passing by burst into cheers of joy. Ye Cike grabbed him, stood in the cold Moscow wind, and kissed him more deeply.

Igor sent them all the way to the hotel where they stayed at night. Before they reached the front desk, the beautiful Russian girl smiled and called "Ye Cike" in blunt Chinese.

After checking in, almost all the staff knew him all the way up. When he arrived at the door, he happened to meet a neighbor coming out of his room. When he saw Ye Cike, he happily greeted him in French.

After returning to the room, Qiao Zhihuan asked curiously, "Why do we all know you?"

Ye Cike smiled and replied: "Every session is in this hotel. Once you participate this year, come back next year, and they will all know you."

Just talking about the competition, Qiao Zhihuan remembered something: "Pas de deux, I want to add some more difficult moves."

After watching the video material sent by He Qichun and watching Igor's performance live, Qiao Zhihuan felt a sense of crisis to be honest.

Everyone has strong strength, solid basic skills, and good artistic expression. If you want to get a better ranking, you really need something unique to stand out from the top dancers.

"I studied the scoring system." Qiao Zhihuan turned on the computer, "The score can be roughly divided into two parts, the difficulty score brought by the combination of technical movements, and the completion score composed of artistic expression and completion."

"I looked back at the composition of the previous scores, and found that everyone is excellent in terms of completion, and there is almost no gap between them, and there are very few mistakes. If you want to widen the gap, you can only work hard on the difficulty score. And the completion score There are also subjective factors, whether there is difficulty or not, it is quite objective.”

Ye Cike was a little surprised: "Isn't your current one difficult enough?"