Wu Yang stood in front with a serious expression. Seeing that all the groups were ready, he shouted in a deep voice, "Begin."
He Xianrou and Qiao Mingye began to pretend to stroll in the flower street. He Xianrou looked at Qiao Mingye with a shy smile and said nervously: "Brother He, you were here today, and you haven't told me how my dance went."
"It looks good." He Sheng said with a smile.
He Xianrou was dazzled by his smile and reached out to hold He Sheng's hand.
"Stop!" Wu Yang's horn sounded shrilly, "Teacher He, you're not in the right state."
Qiao Mingye took a step back and avoided He Xianrou's hand.
He Xianrou was brought back to reality in an instant, with a somewhat embarrassed look on her face. She apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry director, I'm sorry Teacher Qiao, I'll sort it out and start over."
Everyone adjusted and tried again.
[After hearing what He Sheng said, He Xianrou pursed her lips and said angrily, "Is it just for looks?"
He Sheng didn't know why she was angry. There happened to be a vendor selling lanterns next to him. He threw two silver coins onto the vendor's stall, picked up the peony lantern on it, turned around and handed it to her, smiling, "Of course not, there's a prize."
He Xianrou took it shyly, held it in her arms, and the two continued to walk side by side.
When they reached a more secluded place, He Xianrou raised her head slightly and looked at He Sheng: "Brother He, do you like my dance?"
"Of course I like it."
"Then I will dance for you every day from now on, okay?"
Hearing this, He Sheng nodded and smiled, "Yeah."
Immediately, he shook his head again: "Not good."
"Why?" He Xianrou asked puzzledly.
He Sheng looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, and said, "Mudan, you once said that playing the piano and dancing are acts of pleasing people, and you disdain to do such things. I also hope that you can live for yourself, and don't do things you don't like because of me."
Xia Wan'er, who was watching the show on the side, covered her heart and couldn't help but complain in her heart, wondering if the script was about a peony or a white lotus, to say such shameless words.
She covered her heart and turned away. No, even though she knew Qiao Mingye was acting, she still felt sad.
Hearing He Sheng's words, Mudan was very moved. She raised her head slightly and said shyly, "But if the object is you, I don't feel wronged."
"Mudan, you are so nice." After hearing this, He Sheng looked at her quietly, with a touched look in his eyes.
The two looked at each other affectionately.
The camera panned around, then zoomed in, the props team began to scatter flowers, and the accompaniment sounded.
There was an irrepressible obsession and fanaticism in He Xianrou's eyes. She slowly approached Qiao Mingye, then closed her eyes and offered her lips.
"Stop!" Wu Yang's trumpet woke up the pouting He Xianrou, his voice faintly filled with anger, "Everyone take a break first."
When He Xianrou opened her eyes, she found that Qiao Mingye in front of her had retreated to the back at some point, while Wu Yang was standing in front of her, glaring at her angrily.
My mind felt like it was struck by a bolt from the blue, I couldn't think, and the people around me seemed to be covering their mouths and making fun of me.
Although Wu Yang was angry, he still retained a bit of rationality.
After calling He Xianrou aside, he suppressed his anger and asked, "Teacher He, what are you doing?"
"I'm just acting according to the script." He Xianrou explained with her head still buzzing and her face pale.
"Script?" Wu Yang was so angry that he laughed and asked back, "Does the script require you to pout? Does the script require you to always touch Teacher Qiao?"
(End of this chapter)