When he returned to the room, Wang Yan's mood was extremely complicated.
He picked up a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured a full glass, lay down on the big sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and silently looked at the imperial capital under the setting sun.
The imperial capital is majestic and majestic, but there is no warmth.
The rows of buildings, the huge traffic flow, the busy worker ants... make the whole city look too cold and hard.
Wang Yan's heart moved: Do you want to go down for a walk
Perhaps it’s not the coldness of the city, but the coldness of the current perspective.
Wandering among ordinary people, you might have different feelings.
Just like Liu Li's kiss, it was completely different from how he felt when he took the initiative.
Thirty thousand, thirty thousand, why are you so good at flirting
If it weren't for the radar, maybe I wouldn't be able to help thinking too much...
[Liu Li]
[19 years old, appearance 93, body 85, special 89]
[Current location: Diwu Black Box Theater]
The special item clearly states that the number of love affairs is zero, so there is only one explanation: Liu Li's soul is too full, and the natural expression of feelings has the power to stir people's hearts.
At that last moment, Wang Yan was really moved.
Liu Li has always been shy. She would be shy when holding hands and hugging in front of outsiders. But she is so brave today because she is aware of her unhappiness and wants to give herself a sense of security.
The method may be a little clumsy, but the heart is really hot, straightforward and sincere.
so cute.
It wasn't until that moment that Wang Yan truly experienced the taste of love.
It's not like it, it's love.
Wang Yan didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help but think about it.
Taking a sip of the wine, the sourness surges for a moment, but the tannins have not returned to sweetness for a long time.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Wang Yan frowned and walked over to open the door. When he saw the person coming, his expression was startled.
"Why are you here? Just rest until your injury is healed. Why are you running around?"
"Can't stay idle."
Lin Weiwei walked into the room swaggeringly, glanced at the red wine glass in Wang Yan's hand, and went to the bar to find a new glass.
"It's not interesting. You can drink wine for 8,000 yuan and you don't even call me?"
Wang Yan ignored it and asked in confusion, "Just you?"
"Ah. No?"
Lin Weiwei looked for a wine bottle in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sat directly where Wang Yan had been, and poured herself a full glass.
"I told them to go home and rest, and came here to see you before leaving."
"Why are you looking at me? I'm fine."
Wang Yan laughed dumbly, sat on another sofa next to him, and raised his glass to her: "Kind of crazy."
Ding!
The sound of the cups colliding was particularly clear.
Lin Weiwei was nestled comfortably on the sofa, her long legs resting directly on the window sill. She drank a sip of wine for a long time and suddenly sighed.
"Wine is good wine, but people are not good people."
Wang Yan glanced at her and said nothing.
Come on, start your performance, and convince Brother Ruan that you won’t be a sage in the future!
Lin Weiwei felt very at ease, took another sip of wine, squinted her eyes and slowly felt it.
After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Have you finally understood what an art student is? Do you think it's different from what you imagined, and you start to mind it? You don't like Liu Li having physical contact with other men, so you just cook a plate of vinegary lemons?"
Three questions in a rapid succession penetrated Wang Yan's cover-up.
Lin Weiwei has always been such a woman, cheerful, straightforward, and generous. In addition, she does not help her relatives, but she always dares to stand up at critical moments.
Wang Yan didn't dare to say that he didn't care at all, but the situation was really not that serious, so he was very harsh.
"As for that? That little contact has been forgotten by me a long time ago."
"What is it?"
"I dare to date a woman like Zaza Baba, but would I be afraid of her dancing classical music?"
Lin Weiwei turned her head and took a look. There seemed to be something in her eyes, and her expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Really? Wang Yan, are you sure you want to answer me like this?"
Wang Yan was silent for a moment, then finally corrected his attitude and answered again seriously.
"Actually, looking at the whole scene, I really turned that corner."
"In a 60-minute play, the pas de deux sequence is less than 2 minutes, and there are only a few lifting movements. The palace dress I am wearing is thicker than that of squeezing into the subway at work. If I keep worrying about this, I will not be able to fall in love again in the future. "
"It's just... I always feel a little uncomfortable."
Lin Weiwei and the little boy looked at each other, and after a moment, she smiled brightly.
Wang Yan is still the same dog I knew, which is great.
After a moment of silence, she organized her words with unprecedented care before speaking slowly.
"I don't know why you have such a big misunderstanding about Xiao Liuli. Now, I'll explain. You listen. If you have any questions, ask them last."
"Classical dance is very different from ballroom dance. When I dance, I must have a partner, and it must be a fixed partner, because tacit understanding and movement consistency must be cultivated."
"One mistake in any double action will have serious consequences...see here."
Lin Weiwei opened her skirt, pressed the inside of her left knee, and pointed it out to Wang Yan.
"When I was a freshman, my dance partner and I practiced together for the first time. Because we were young and energetic, we jumped straight into the foxtrot. When we made a continuous left turn and then supported the split with our feet, we lost our hands, and there was a click..."
Lin Weiwei didn't say anything about it, but Wang Yan saw that after the muscles were pressed down, they didn't rebound for a long time.
Wang Yan instantly felt a feeling of distress in his heart. It had nothing to do with love, it was just pure pity.
While she was thinking about how to comfort her, Lin Weiwei waved her hands, smiled, and continued on by herself.
"It's better to go classical, it's much safer."
"Classical dance emphasizes restraint, restraint, and moving people with emotion. Most dances are performed by a single main dancer or a group of dancers. Only in rare cases do couples dance together."
"Liu Lixue's Han and Tang dynasties are particularly special. His style is light, graceful, graceful and pretty. Almost all classic dramas have the heroine dancing solo."
"Those few directors are even more talented and highly respected. If I'm lucky enough to be valued by someone and tailor a dance, I will immediately be the second best to Senior Sister Tang."
"I'm not naturally graceful and beautiful, otherwise I wouldn't learn the national standard!"
Even when Lin Weiwei was complaining, her attitude was so high-spirited, and there was no hint of frustration or resentment.
Wang Yan had nothing to comfort her, so he poured her wine silently.
Lin Weiwei raised her glass and smiled sweetly.
"We have 50 people in two classes in the classical dance department. There are 18 girls and 7 boys in Liu Li's class. Each dance practice has its own practice hall. If "Zhaojun Goes Out" is not scheduled, the co-starring of boys and girls will basically be limited to Group dance.”
"As for the current "Zhaojun Leaving the Fortress", it is the prototype of Director Kong's work. It is a tribute drama that is waiting for the journey. It is led by the Huaxia Opera and Dance Drama Theater and co-created by the Inner Mongolia Dance Company and Emperor Dance. It is a national-level key play."
"How important is it... there will be leaders to watch the premiere."
"If you really don't like Liu Litiao, then hold on tight and persuade her to give up."
"Anyway, with her strength, it is absolutely impossible to catch up with Senior Sister Tang within three to five years. No matter how hard she works, the most she can do is become a young version of the protagonist."
"I don't feel sorry for her. She only has a slim chance of becoming a so-called artist. Why should she suffer that fate?"
When she said the last sentence, Lin Weiwei once again showed that half-smiling expression, and then stared at Wang Yan, as if she wanted to see a hole in him.
But Wang Yan just laughed.
The smile was shallow and decent, but the clarity in his eyes reflected true joy, as if the haze in his heart had been swept away.
"Is it time for me to speak?"
Wang Yan took the initiative to clink glasses with Lin Weiwei.
"uh-huh."
Lin Weiwei nodded and hummed.
"I admit that I am a bit narrow-minded and can't look away."
Wang Yan set the tone very high when he first came up, and then changed the topic: "Thank you, Sister Weiwei, for asking you to go through all the trouble to enlighten me. I am very ashamed."
The groundwork is laid and the transition begins.
"But, it really doesn't matter."
"I don't know the difference between dance types now, but I will know it in the future. We are not making a sad movie, so how can there be any misunderstanding that cannot be solved?"
Lin Weiwei raised her eyebrows: "So, what you are thinking about now is another... problem?"
"A little."
Wang Yan admitted it frankly, but did not explain it for a long time.
It's more guilt than trouble.
After a woman falls in love with a man, other men may not even look at him.
Men may be…
Wang Yan didn't know what other men were like, he just always knew that he couldn't give 100%.
Guard Liu Li wholeheartedly until she gets married, gives birth to a child, and grows old, and lives a peaceful life...
Sorry, I really can't do it.
The restless heart of the young man is yearning for the sky more and more, thinking about flying higher, seeing farther, and possessing more all the time, but he can only suppress it for the time being.
It was like the dream I had on the wicker chair in the small courtyard when I first got the system—to build a palace in the clouds and wait for all the nations to come.
Maybe one day, after going through a thousand sails, I may understand the true meaning of life and return to my original nature, but definitely not now.
It can't be now.
So, what the hell am I insisting on? !
Are you sick? !
Wang Yan suddenly felt a little irritable. He picked up the wine glass, touched it with Lin Weiwei, and drank it all in one gulp.
When the drunkenness came over, the system popped up a prompt without warning.
[You are in a very low mood. Maybe wine can make you happy. You get a mysterious reward]
[See your true feelings after drinking]
[Disposable Card]
[When you treat guests and drink with others, every glass of wine you drink has a secret]
[50% probability of triggering happy special effects, slightly increasing mood]
[40% probability of triggering the sincerity special effect, revealing your true nature]
[10% probability of triggering the free drinking effect, and the host will receive a cash reward equal to the price of the entire bottle of wine]
[Note: The degree of high emotion and exposed nature is up to the equivalent of drunkenness]
Wow, what a perfect occasion.
Wang Yan immediately wanted to use the card. After ten glasses of wine, he would probably be extremely happy. This little annoyance at the moment would definitely be eliminated instantly.
By the way, take a look at your own heart.
Perhaps, we can also take a look at what Lin Weiwei, the mysterious girl from the imperial capital, is thinking.
But the moment before making the decision, the phone suddenly dinged, and a message from Liu Li appeared on the top of the screen.
[In the best years of life, there are many things to pursue. I gave my persistence to art, and I want to give all my passion to you]
Wang Yan stared at the message without beginning or end for a long time.
Then, suddenly, he didn't want to use the card.
Because he finally figured something out.
When Liu Li used Lin Weiwei as an example and asked "Do you mind", it was obviously the first test.
Perfect pass.
Today I invited myself to watch the rehearsal, not only because I want to show my most beautiful side to myself, but also because it is a second test.
Survive the danger.
If I had acted indifferently at that time, or if I had been so angry and in bad taste...
Then, I’m afraid there won’t be this text message again.
A girl, before identifying a person and making up her mind, will inevitably worry about gains and losses, think over and over again, and weigh repeatedly.
Reasonable and justified.
Therefore, not only would Wang Yan not blame her, but he would also let go of something on his mind.
She is so cautious and self-loving, how can distance be a problem
When she was determined, she was so positive and brave, and her sense of security was no longer a problem.
Thirty thousand, you are a treasure girl...
New information is more interesting.
Life is not just about career, nor is it just about love, but you want them all, and you firmly believe that you can separate them, carry them clearly, and hold them.
One requires persistence, the other requires enthusiasm, but the common point is that both must have no reservations.
The meaning was expressed simply perfectly.
Thirty thousand, you are more mature, more determined, and wiser than I imagined.
The little fairy is you, that’s right.
You wait!
He smiled and typed a reply: "I have read it and it is accurate to play."
Attached is a dog face with its tongue sticking out.
Looking at the ugly Erha emoticon, Wang Yan felt relieved and felt extremely comfortable.
Today, there is no point in wasting your brain.
Thinking is a very troublesome, tiring, and lonely thing, but a man's ultimate charm comes from thinking.
Unknowingly, Wang Yan was becoming more and more charming.
It has nothing to do with money.
…
Lin Weiwei looked out the window in confusion. The sky was getting dark, and Wang Yan's figure was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window. He had a calm demeanor and a resolute face, and he was beginning to look like a man.
There was no response from Wang Yan for a long time. She knew that there might not be a response on the next topic.
In this case, it’s okay not to talk.
Putting down the wine glass, she stood up neatly and said with a relaxed smile: "Okay, it seems you have figured it out, then I will withdraw."
Wang Yan wanted to keep her for dinner, but she turned and left.
"Don't eat, lose weight!"
Okay, I'll take you downstairs then.
As soon as Wang Yan reached the door of the room, he was stopped by Lin Weiwei's eyes.
"What's the relationship? I'll tell you a few words of confidence, and you'll have sex with me, right?"
"Yes, yes! You can leave, but I won't send you away!"
Wang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hands in surrender.
The question was not asked until the end: Sister Weiwei, why did you come in such a hurry to explain this to me
I wanted to ask, but there was no need.
When Lin Weiwei went out, she habitually flicked her long hair, and then strode towards the elevator with a special step that she didn't recognize her relatives.
That red hair spreads out like a flame, burning people's eyes; and like a rose, fragrant and thorny.
Wang Yan shook his head, smiled, closed the door and went back to his room.
Lin Weiwei faced the mirror in the elevator, carefully put on her sunglasses, combed her hair and straightened her clothes, when suddenly her nose became sore.
The last few chapters are paving the way for the first time, and they are basically almost completed, so stay tuned. . . Those people in the comment area who repeatedly jump around are easy to get rid of. Liu Li studied Han and Tang dance, and he had repeatedly emphasized this long ago. Bring the rhythm next time, and pay attention to supplement your common sense. Only national standards have opposite-sex dance partners. Where does the classical pas de deux come from? Very few cases. Those IDs are very cruel. Please be careful not to be affected. I know how to shape Liu Li.
(End of chapter)