If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 14 Lin Ke's Dance!

Lin Ke smiled confidently when he heard the words: "Why not?"

Turning around and smiling at the matchmaker, waiting for her reply.

When the matchmaker heard this, her expressionless face was wrinkled, but there was a flash of light in the depths of her eyes.

But the women next to the matchmaker had different expressions.

All kinds of words echoed, and everyone felt that Lin Kekou was bragging, and he didn't believe that he could dance at all.

"Who is he? Can he dance?"

"How can he dance like that?"

"The tone is too loud, I don't think he can dance at all!"

The girls whispered to each other inside the door, and their voices did not hide Lin Ke at all.

Lin Ke turned a deaf ear, his confident smile remained unchanged, and he just looked at the matchmaker.

The matchmaker knew that there were no male dancers in Beijing, but there were very few of them, and she knew most of them. Who was the young man in front of him?
Can it really dance?

Then she looked at the handsome young man in front of her and asked, "My lord, don't you know your last name?"

Lin Ke smiled slightly: "I'm not some young master. My name is Lin Ke, and I live in the deepest part of Chaoyang Street. Just call me Xiao Lin."

"Live here?" The matchmaker sized up Lin Ke, nodded with a smile, and said with a smile, "That's fine, Mom, I promise you Mr. Lin...but I have to ask who among them is willing to communicate with you dance."

When Lin Ke heard the matchmaker say this, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The matchmaker turned around and looked behind her:
"Girls, have you heard this? Mr. Lin came to ask me about dancing. You all know that Mom, I haven't danced for many years. Who would like to show this Mr. Lin?"

Those girls who spoke just now were eager to try and raised their hands one by one:
"Hmph, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, let me teach him a lesson!"

"You can't, mom let me come."

"Hee hee hee, mom, mom, I can do it too!"

"You are dancing, are you so worthy? Smelly Fu Xinnan!"

Behind the matchmaker, some people sneered and ridiculed, some jumped up and shouted with enthusiasm, some were eager to try, some directly made insulting words, and some directly chose to ignore them.

Of course, Lin Ke would not be affected by these words, because he felt that their words were so weak that they didn't hit the point at all.

I have seen a lot in my previous life!

Seeing the lack of restraint of her own girls, the matchmaker was helpless and dumbfounded.

While making noise, I saw a woman in a white shirt and a red skirt slowly walking out from the group of girls, her red lips parted slightly:
"Mom, let me come."

Immediately, the other girls around saw the woman walking out, and they all fell silent instantly.

When the matchmaker saw the woman who came out, the smile on her face became even stronger: "My good daughter!"

Lin Ke looked at the person who came out, and was also taken aback for a moment, raised his hand and said with a smile: "Miss Bingbing, we meet again."

Bingbing?

This is when Lin Ke was at the workshop and Wang Lin wanted to see his chest muscles at the end, the girl who saved the scene - Bing Bing!
When Bingbing heard Lin Ke calling her, although she had met her before, she still replied lightly: "Yes."

Lin Ke was a little embarrassed to hear this cold answer. He withdrew his hand and simply crossed his hands on his stomach, standing where he was.

The matchmaker didn't expect the two to know each other, so she took Bingbing's arm, pulled it aside, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this kid? Have you seen him before?"

Bingbing nodded lightly, talked a little more to his mother, and replied softly: "I only know that he is sister Wang Lin's disciple, and I only saw him when I went to sister Wang Lin's place to paint for me today. But at that time he was in sister Wang Lin's inner room, and..."

The matchmaker squinted her eyes when she heard the words, and whispered a few words in Bingbing's ear, only to see Bingbing looked back at Lin Ke, and then returned to her indifferent look.

The two of them then turned back to the door, and the matchmaker said to Lin Ke: "Mr. Lin, come to ask for advice, and I will let our girl pick it up. Do you know Mr. Lin already knows the rules of Biwu?"

Just as Lin Ke was about to ask, the matchmaker asked herself. After thinking for a while, she said, "Because my mother usually only teaches me alone, she never mentioned the rules to me. I don't know what to pay attention to when competing with others. Please tell me, sister matchmaker!"

The matchmaker was taken aback.

You're just a fledgling boy, you don't even know the rules of the dance, and you still come to ask for advice?
Immediately, he saw the look in the matchmaker's eyes looking a bit puzzled: "I'm afraid Mr. Lin is here to amuse my matchmaker, right? You don't know the rules of the dance? All the prostitutes in the world should know."

Can't blame the matchmaker for being angry.

Because it is equivalent to a person who doesn't know the rules of chess running over and saying that he wants to play chess with himself. Isn't this a pastime?
Lin Ke was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was offended, he said, "My mother passed away when I was ten years old. She never taught me the rules of competitions at that time. I'm sorry."

Died at the age of ten...

Although there are many miserable people in the world, the matchmaker has also met many.

But seeing Lin Ke put on a low profile like this, and he was honest and didn't lie to her, the matchmaker couldn't help but soften her eyes.

She looked at Bingbing: "Good girl, tell me."

Bingbing nodded, her tone was cool and cold: "There is a saying in "Dancing History": Dance should be consistent, quality, and beautiful!"

Bingbing, although her name is cold and her tone is cold, she is very enthusiastic when explaining the rules.

"The consistency, quality, and beauty in "Dance History" are all used to judge the superiority of the dance, and the consistency refers to whether all the movements of the whole dance are coherent or not;
The quality is the quality of movement, which can be strength, difficult movements, or incomparably graceful;

Beauty is the feeling displayed by the whole body and movements, that is, beauty. "

Bing Bing paused here, hesitated and said: "In fact, there is another one, called 'Law', because it is not recorded in the book, but every time the oiran competes for a poetry meeting, it will be there, that is, the fit between dance and rhythm, The degree of fit is higher, and it gives people more visual and ear synchronization, thereby affecting the mood of the viewer, but we certainly don’t use it today.”

Lin Ke was stunned.

He understood the law and beauty at the beginning, but he didn't understand the quality and consistency. Now that Bingbing explained it like this, he understood it.

To put it simply, the dance is coherent, the movements are graceful, the whole body is coordinated, and the music fits together. These rules are not much different from the dances of the 21st century.

"Mr. Lin, do you understand! But there are still doubts?"

When Lin Ke heard Bingbing's voice, he showed an apologetic look on his face, and said, "No more, I understand everything, thank you, Miss Bingbing."

When Lin Ke said thank her, Bingbing just nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the matchmaker came over, she thought for a while, and said, "Since Mr. Lin knows the rules now, can we start?"

"Okay, then... I'll come first?" Lin Ke looked at Bingbing.

"It's all right." Bingbing looked flat, as if she was born this way.

Then Lin Ke took a few steps back, closed his eyes, then opened them again, and took a half step back with his right leg.

And at this moment, the matchmaker said: "Wait a minute, you said you were introduced by the shopkeeper of the restaurant?"

Linko nodded.

Then he saw the matchmaker turned himself sideways, facing the Tongfu Restaurant, with her hands on her hips, and shouted in a voice like a lion's roar: "Fatty, how long are you going to peek? Get out, old lady!"

The sound spread in Chaoyang Street, so a series of oil lamps were lit, and even the people inside woke up one by one.

such a loud voice...

There is fun to watch!

(End of this chapter)