Tracing the sound

Chapter 4 The Male God Is Absent

He Ning has never seen such a beautiful person.

There is no shortage of beauties in the art circle, and his wife Xu Xiaolu is one of the best, but these worldly beauties are all dull compared with the people in front of them, just like no matter how bright the starlight is, it will be in the moonlight. Overshadowed in the same.

The flawless facial features, whether appreciated separately or together, can stand scrutiny and aftertaste, and what is irreplaceable is the smart and clean temperament.

Like the gift of the Buddha's smile, he injected a pure soul, making him not only a stunning painting of time, but also a song with lingering lingering sounds.

But at this moment, such a perfect person stared at Lu Peng motionlessly, which made He Ning feel an inexplicable sense of unwillingness.

Lu Peng, who was temporarily pulled over as a substitute, accepted Yu Miao's naked gaze innocently, and blushed shamefully, sighing inwardly: It's such a fucking foul to grow up like this.

"Hello, please start." The older dean Liu Wenchang was the first to come back to his senses. Seeing Yu Miao standing in a daze, he reminded him kindly.

Yu Miao bowed deeply as if waking up from a dream, and started his performance.

When the music started, he began to dance to the rhythm, but his mind was no longer on the field.

He practiced this dance every day, even if he was absent-minded, he would not make any mistakes.

Yu Miao shuttled skillfully in the field, thinking that if he missed this opportunity, he might never meet again in this life, the loss turned into deep sadness again, imprinted on his eyebrows.

However, in the eyes of the judges, this has become the finishing touch for a perfect interpretation of emotions.

The dance Yu Miao danced is called "Wandering", which expresses the helplessness and entanglement when facing life choices. What needs to be handled emotionally is the kind of faint loss and helpless sadness. mood complement each other.

The other judges were all in admiration, only Lu Peng looked at the figure in front of him for a moment, just like Lu Buwei saw Ying Yiren, every pore of his body was as excited as a chicken blood.

"Wandering" is one of Bi Sheng's masterpieces, and Lu Peng is very familiar with it.

And Yu Miao's performance shocked him even more, the movements were smooth and flowing, and every node was grasped with incomparable precision, just like a replica of Bi Sheng.

He even once thought that he was watching Bi Sheng dance, even if it was an imitation, being able to achieve such accuracy was enough to show the skill of his step.

After the dance, Yu Miao bowed again to express his thanks, ignoring the judges' comments and comments, he prepared to leave in despair.

"Wait." The man sitting in Bi Sheng's seat stopped him.

Yu Miao glanced at Bi Sheng's name tag again and stopped.

"How tall are you? How much do you weigh?" Lu Peng asked while looking at him.

"Height 173, weight 48 kg." Yu Miao thought he needed to add more information, and replied cooperatively.

Lu Peng almost jumped up excitedly.

Perfect!It was just perfect.He dug out Yu Miao's registration form, and was about to ask for more details, but when he looked up, was there anyone else?

Lu Peng panicked for a second, looked down at the contact number on the registration form, and sat down calmly again.

"He's really a good seed. His basic skills are very solid at first glance, and his aerial movements are in place. He's only 18 years old, so he's a formidable young man!" Liu Wenchang praised.

"Indeed, but how could he be an alternate? It should be no problem to enter the re-election at this level." Monday asked strangely.

"Oh, this batch was selected by me, and he also danced Bi Sheng's dance in the primary election."

He Ning thought about it and explained: "The dance is very good, but there is no arrangement, it is completely copied from Bi Sheng's version, so I didn't let him enter directly."

He Ning recalled watching the details of the primary selection video. Maybe the picture of the work submitted by Yu Miao was too blurry, and he used Bi Sheng's award-winning work, so he ignored it intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't expect that he would be like this... ...stunning.

"Did you also choose Bi Sheng's dance for the first time?" Lu Peng suddenly interrupted and asked, this was the first time he took the initiative to talk to He Ning today.

"The Poet's Journey." He Ning said.

"Send me a copy of the video if it's convenient." Lu Peng thought for a while and said.

"What? Are you interested in him?" He Ning glanced at the registration form in Lu Peng's hand.

"Just look at it, no matter how you say it, it's still a little fan of Bi Sheng." Lu Peng joked in a very official way.For some reason, He Ning didn't like Lu Peng's description very much, and subconsciously frowned.

After Yu Miao, the rest of the game became lifeless, and it was hard to get to the halftime break. He Ning pushed the door out and walked to the waiting area by accident, but he didn't see the expected figure.

When he was leaving, he happened to meet Lu Peng again. Obviously, he was also looking for someone. After scanning around, he found that the target was not there. He took a meaningful look at He Ning, who couldn't hide his disappointment, and couldn't help reminding: "Be careful Take care of Xiaolu, it's hard for a woman to be pregnant."

Like a slap on the face resoundingly, Lu Peng brushed past him neatly, ignoring He Ning's wonderful expression.

Finding a quiet place, he couldn't wait to dial Bi Sheng's phone.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this time I really got a big deal!" Lu Peng laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

"What's the matter?" Bi Sheng asked.

"It's a pity that you didn't come to the scene. I found a rare treasure, which is perfect for you!" Lu Peng said.

"Who?" Bi Sheng paused and asked without interest.

"I'll send you a video. As for me, I'll contact you first. You'll know when you see it." Lu Peng decided to keep it a secret.

After hanging up the phone, he sent Yu Miao's primary election video to Bi Sheng.

Bi Sheng leaned against the railing of the practice room, stared at the file sent by Lu Peng for three seconds, and pressed the play button.

Not long ago, he danced "The Poet's Journey" when he participated in the Gilson Competition.

When the music started, Bi Sheng frowned instinctively. This dance meant something different to him. It was like a sacrifice. It might be very pious, but he didn't really want to reminisce about it.

At that time Xu Xiaolu cried and said to him: "I'm sorry Bi Sheng, I'm pregnant."

So all the plans he had sketched in his mind were reduced to ashes.

This dance was created at that time, after learning that he and Xu Xiaolu had no future.

The artistic conception of this song is very similar to his situation. He guards the pride and reserve in his heart and embarks on his own journey. He can only continue to be a lonely traveler. His name has finally become a passer-by in some people's lives.

The uncomfortable feeling of losing control began to spread in the apex of his heart again. Bi Sheng suppressed his fluctuating mood and stared at the figure on the screen.

Like, so similar.

Even he himself has to admit that every movement, every beat is exactly the same, and all the body rhythm and strength are completed with precision, which is no different from himself, just like another shadow of himself, which fits perfectly.

Where did such a person emerge from?

After the judging in the evening, Lu Peng rushed to Bi Sheng's house impatiently.

Lu Peng: "How is it? Did you read it? Did it shock you too? It's normal and normal. At first I thought it was my eyesight."

Bi Sheng narrowed his eyes: "What happened?"

"This kid's resume is really not enough to look at, so I wrote four words: free dancer. You can ask yourself the specifics when you meet someone. I guess he is your little fanboy. Today's qualifying competition is actually performed by you. Dance, the same level of fake and real." Lu Peng said.

"Let's make an appointment." Bi Sheng nodded.

Lu Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Bi Sheng made that insane request, he once thought that finding a dance partner was just an excuse.

After all, a male dancer looks good only if he is tall and straight. This is almost the default principle. If you can get it in the industry, 1.8 meters is the minimum standard. Asking him to find one below 1.7 meters [-] is like asking him to pick the top among the disabled. , I didn't expect that there was really a treasure left by the sea, and I could meet such a gem as Yu Miao.

Lu Peng couldn't help sighing, this is really shit luck.

Yu Miao went back to the small warehouse in frustration, Hou Yunlong hadn't come back after leaving the stall, only Mrs. Hou was at home alone.

"What's the matter Miao Miao? Didn't you go to the competition? Didn't get good grades?" Mrs. Hou asked.

"No... I haven't met the judges." Yu Miao's nose was sour, and he endured it all day, almost unable to hold back.

"Ah? You won't let the competition if you haven't seen the judges? What kind of rule is this? It's okay, it's okay, if it doesn't work this time, let's come back next time. You are still so young, there is always a chance." Mrs. Hou was puzzled by his words .

Yu Miao didn't want to cry in front of Mrs. Waiting, so she nodded obediently and went back to her room.

In the large, empty warehouse, Yu Miao huddled in a corner alone.

The mirror on the entire wall is made up of several pieces of broken mirrors, and the railing in front of the mirror is remodeled from the recovered horizontal bar.

In this dilapidated space, he has danced alone for five years, but he is not even eligible to see him.

A dark cloud hangs over Yu Miao's head, and there is nothing more frustrating than a failed hope.

Feeling down, Yu Miao skipped two bowls of rice at night.

Hou Yunlong frowned worriedly: "It's a big deal, you should eat and drink, isn't it just a competition? If you can't do it this time, just come back next time, and being hungry can solve the problem?"

"Brother Monkey, I'm in the re-election." Yu Miao said without energy.

"Passed? Passed, you are depressed." Hou Yunlong looked puzzled.

"The judges didn't come to see it, what's the point?" Yu Miao muttered softly.

"Why are you staring at the judges all the time? Besides, didn't you enter the re-election? If you don't come this time, you might come next time. Why worry here?" Hou Yunlong couldn't help but knocked him on the head .

Yu Miao seemed to be awakened by this knock, and Mao Sai jumped up suddenly: "Yes, I am really stupid! The re-qualification competition is broadcast live nationwide, and the judges will definitely be present. Why didn't I think of it?"

Seeing him happy again for no reason, Hou Yunlong and his wife were inexplicably surprised, but after all, the child's mood improved, and they both heaved a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say:

Headwind: May I ask if you are afraid of facing He Ning if you don't play?

Bi Sheng: Am I crazy?

He Ning: It's understandable to be in a bad mood.

Bi Sheng: You are not worthy.

He Ning: ...