Two slow-moving people fall in love

The first rehearsal went smoothly. Han Xuan had been very nervous before, but on this day, he didn’t feel nervous at all. As soon as he stood on the stage, he completely forgot himself. Only after the dance did he realize that Wu Ke had also come and was in the audience smile to yourself.

"Very good, you have fully expressed the artistic conception I want to express." Wu Ke walked out with him, "Mr. Shen said that you practice all day in the practice room every day?"

Han Xuan waved his hand embarrassingly: "No, no, I can only practice at night on weekends."

The cold air from outside the door rushed towards his face, Huang Yifan didn't know how long he had been there, when he saw Han Xuan, he immediately got out of the car: "Xuan'er!"

Wu Ke still remembered Huang Yifan, greeted him, and continued to say to Han Xuan: "I want to insert a part of the original opera sound into the original song, and add a little Beijing opera action accordingly, what do you think?"

"Actually, I also had this kind of thought," Han Xuan smiled embarrassedly, "but I thought I might not be able to do it well, so I didn't mention it to you."

Wu Ke said: "It's okay, you go back and try it first, I'll see the effect next Monday, if it doesn't work, let it go."

She sent the revised soundtrack to Han Xuan and patted Han Xuan on the shoulder: "Let's go first, you practice hard."

Huang Yifan watched her go away, worried: "In the past few days, she is too bold...... Can it be done?"

Han Xuan didn't expect her to be so adventurous. Although he always believed in his ability, he couldn't help but lose his grip when facing a field he had never touched before.

"I don't know either...but it looks like I'm going to let you go." He looked at Huang Yifan apologetically, "I'll treat you to dinner after the Chinese New Year, anything is fine."

Huang Yifan waved his hand nonchalantly, "What do you want, just eat hot pot with me."

Han Xuan nodded: "Definitely."

"Then don't stop me from eating spicy pot! I want to eat meat!"

"..."

Facts have proved that Wu Ke's vision is indeed very accurate. After Han Xuan went back, he practiced in front of the video data over and over again. The effect of the last rehearsal with makeup was almost shocking.

Wu Ke watched Han Xuan step down from the stage, knowing in his heart that his attempt had succeeded.

The first time Limon mentioned Han Xuan to her, she thought Limon was exaggerating.It is true that Han Xuan is willing to endure hardships, and his talent is higher than most of the people around him, but since the establishment of their dance troupe, the most important thing they lack is talented people who are willing to endure hardships.

Only then did Wu Ke understand what Limon meant. Han Xuan had more than talent—he was born for dancing.

Ye Yunyi glanced at the phone, and there was no new message in the top chat.

"Why this expression?" Mother Ye laughed aside, "Is he ignoring you?"

Aunt Lan also laughed, wrapping dumplings quickly in her hands.

Ye Yunyi looked at them helplessly: "He's busy right now, so he doesn't have time to look at his phone."

Han Xuan never told him about his performance task, but he has been busy until now, so he knows what it is without asking.

Ye Yunyi didn't know how to make dumplings, so she took the remote control and changed the channel while saying, "Is the party about to start?"

"What time is it now, and there is still more than an hour." Ye Mu said strangely: "You didn't like to watch the party before, why are you so anxious today?"

Ye Yunyi was taken aback after she finished speaking, and then smiled.

Where is it that you are anxious to watch the party, but you are anxious to see the people in the party.

On TV, just like in previous years, the host visited the backstage. A well-known comedian in a red Tang suit greeted the camera with New Year greetings, and several actors in costumes walked behind him from time to time.

Ye Yunyi searched carefully in the screen, but did not see that slender and tall figure.

He couldn't help guessing, what was Han Xuan doing at this time?

Do you do your makeup in a crowded dressing room, or sit alone in a corner with few people?Have you changed your clothes yet?Is your hair done?It's his first time attending such a big party, will he feel nervous?All the performers at the party eat box lunches, can he be full?

The more Ye Yunyi thought about it, the more worried she became. For the first time, she regretted that she hadn't taken the initiative.

If you take the initiative, you may already be together at this time, and you can also be by his side, instead of letting him eat lunch on the TV station alone.

Ye Yunyi was warned by his parents to keep a low profile since he was a child, but now he wished he could use his relationship to arrange a separate lounge for him, and then go to accompany him in person.

Han Xuan walked through the crowd and found a corner to silently recall the dance moves.

The party had already started, and there was a faint sound of music outside. He felt the slight vibration under his feet, and after a while, he suddenly realized that he took out his mobile phone.

Ye Yunyi: [Are you waiting? 】

Han Xuan was shocked.

He didn't specifically tell Ye Yunyi that he was going to the New Year's party, and Ye Yunyi never asked specifically. Han Xuan thought it was because he didn't care, but now it seems that it doesn't seem to be the case.

An inexplicable joy slowly poured in, subtly occupying his heart.

He stared at the phone screen and suddenly felt a little nervous.

This is the first time he saw me dance, at the New Year's party, my solo dance.

Han Xuan took a deep breath, but his heartbeat speeded up for no reason, making noises in his ears, overwhelming all the voices around him.

He knows that this is abnormal: he has always had a strong sense of the stage, and he can immediately find the feeling on the stage, and he can retract and release freely.He might have this kind of tension in normal times, but it never appeared before he officially took the stage.

He started pacing back and forth, trying to calm his pounding heart.

The phone vibrated again at this moment, and he calmly turned it on while meditating.

Ye Yunyi: [Relax, let's eat dumplings after dancing. 】

Han Xuan's footsteps stopped.He stared at the screen, the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with a warm aroma.

The source of the aroma is a bowl full of soup.Opposite the soup bowl is a smiling person.

The man stared at him through the faint heat, his eyes focused and gentle.

In a trance, the clattering heartbeat and human voices went away together, and the sound of falling snow sounded in his ears again.

It was really a big snow, which made him remember it until now.

Before the new year's bell rang, Ye Yunyi received two messages.

Han Xuan: [Okay. 】

Han Xuan: [Happy New Year. 】

The year is finally over, and the blessings of relatives and friends are accompanied by the bells. Mother Ye and Aunt Lan exchange happy new year, and the phone next to the sofa rings on time.

Ye Yunyi ignored it. He sat on the sofa and turned his gaze to the TV.

Then it couldn't move away.

A person slowly fell from the top of the stage, with a slender figure, a cloud of crows on his temples, and layers of skirts were slightly lifted by the airflow, and accompanied by falling flowers from the sky, he landed steadily in the center of the stage.

Then he tapped his toes and jumped forward. The crimson sleeves were thrown out from his side, and his whole body unfolded in a graceful arc.

The camera moved forward, and Ye Yunyi could clearly see his original face under heavy makeup and light color.

Han Xuan.

There was a faint blush in the corner of his eyes, and there was still mist in his eyes, and his eyes were full of infinite amorous feelings.

Ye Yunyi was sitting on the sofa, only to feel that there was a fire burning, sweeping his limbs and bones, and the burning was getting hotter and hotter, and only the water in Han Xuan's eyes could extinguish it.

At this moment, he just wanted to stand in front of Han Xuan and be looked at affectionately by his watery eyes.

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