Emerald pupil

On Sunday, Wang Ping had nothing to do after finishing her homework. Seeing the ticket that He Zhihui gave her in return after receiving her gift, she ran to the theater in the urban area. The city's first score in the youth dance competition, and several other girls represented Jiangzhou in the competition.

Wang Ping had never been to a theater in her last life, and she always felt that the high-end and high-end place in the theater seemed to be quite far away from her. She couldn’t understand any dramas and operas at her level. Watching movies is already very enjoyable. consumed.But this time, the provincial youth dance competition final was held at the Jiangzhou City Theater, and one of the judges was a teacher from the Beijing Dance Academy that He Zhihui wanted to be admitted to.

When Wang Ping arrived, the competition was already going on, and there was still a little music looming through the heavy door. She was hesitating whether to open the door and go in, but she was afraid that it would be too conspicuous, so she was a little embarrassed.Just at this moment, a few young girls with heavy make-up just ran past her, chirping and quacking. When Wang Ping turned her head, she saw them running to the other corner and entering through the back door.

After thinking for a while, Wang Ping followed them in, and pushed open the inconspicuous little door in the corner, and there was a chattering sound from inside. It turned out that she followed them directly into the back door of the stage.

Wang Ping was lucky, just after she showed her head, He Zhihui happened to spot her with a glance.

"Wang Ping!" He Zhihui, who was still getting ready to put on makeup backstage, waved at her and smiled. "Why did you come directly to the backstage?"

Wang Ping stuck out her tongue and pointed at the group of gorgeous girls who ran in in front of her: "I came late, I'm sorry to go through the main entrance, just in time to see them and followed them in. I didn't know this was the backstage before."

He Zhihui smiled: "Since you're here, let's play in the background for a while." She paused, and said softly to Wang Ping, "This time we took advantage of the host, and the teacher arranged our show at the last Get on the field. When I go to the waiting field, you are sneaking up to the front and cheering for me."

Wang Ping was about to happily agree, when a girl suddenly ran out of the fitting room, holding a white skirt in her hand, and shouted anxiously: "Which of you broke my skirt!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at her, and Wang Ping only felt that the girl looked very familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere.But I can't remember it, it seems that I am not someone I know.She has already put on makeup on her face, but now she has a pale face, her eyes are slightly red, and her lips are tightly pressed. It is not known whether it is because of nervousness or anger.It can be seen that there is a slight tremor, but it is desperately held back.Clenching his hands into fists, he looked around at everyone.

But after everyone just glanced at her, they all turned their heads and went to do their own things, putting on makeup, warming up, and chatting, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing He Zhihui, Wang Ping also turned around and continued to put on makeup.I couldn't help pulling her and asked softly, "Who is she? Why are you ignoring her?"

He Zhihui skillfully put on blush on herself.While facing the mirror, she replied: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know how to help." After she finished brushing her blush, she put down the brush, looked back at the girl who was still standing there, and whispered : "She came from other places to participate in the competition, and I don't know her. It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't do anything about this kind of thing. Our clothes have to match the show. We were afraid of getting dirty before, and it was inconvenient to wear , so I changed them at the end. The teacher helped me choose such a formal competition outfit a few months ago. I guess she is the same. There is no extra clothes to lend her to wear, just give me my clothes. She wore it first, and it probably won't match the effect of her show." He Zhihui pointed to the bright red floor-length silk dress hanging on the hanger next to her.

Wang Ping also knew that what He Zhihui said made sense, but the girl's face was so familiar, she couldn't help but look at it a few more times. At this moment, the girl also understood that she was grabbing her clothes and questioning who broke her clothes It is useless work, no one will admit that they did it by themselves or are willing to reach out to help themselves, but just stand in the middle of it, with their lips tightly pressed, holding back their tears, stubbornly refusing to expose their weak side in front of others .

Wang Ping thought for a while and couldn't bear it. She remembered that she had encountered this kind of situation before her rebirth, the kind of powerlessness, the kind of situation that was ignored by everyone, and she was at a loss and didn't know what to do. So she walked over and asked, "Are you okay?" Well, is there anything I can do to help?"

The girl stood there dumbfounded, shook her head dejectedly, and asked Wang Ping kindly with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Thank you, forget it, it's useless, I'm going to play next, even if there is It’s too late to mend the needle and thread, and I wanted to ask whoever has extra clothes to lend me…”

She glanced at the reactions of the people around her. Except for Wang Ping, everyone was busy in their own way. It seemed that no one heard the girl's words, so she smiled wryly, "But even if I can borrow it, everyone's performances are different, and the artistic conception is different." Not getting along, and also colliding with others, the gain outweighs the loss..." After speaking, her voice lowered, and she was unwilling to speak again.

Wang Ping thought for a while and asked, "Then what are you going to do? By the way, what are you dancing?"

The girl glanced at Wang Ping, and replied feebly: "Ballet solo, swan's death. This is really dead..."

Ballet, Death of the Swan?

Wang Ping had never seen the dance of the death of the swan before, but she still understood the three words ballet. She glanced at the white skirt that was being held by the girl in her hand. She didn't recognize it as a ballet skirt because it was bunched up before. At this moment, when she looked closely, a thought suddenly floated in her mind: "Lend me your clothes again?"

The girl handed her the clothes upon hearing the words, and Wang Ping took them over and unfolded them. There was a big hole in the bottom half of the gauze skirt for some reason. It wasn't obvious before, but thinking that if she put it on, she would be illuminated by the lights in the center of the stage. Then it must be extremely ugly.

Wang Ping thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you still want this skirt?"

The girl had probably given up entirely by this point.She waved her hand disheartenedly, signaling Wang Ping to take it easy.

Seeing this, Wang Ping gritted her teeth and made up her mind to be a dead horse. She simply tore off the lower half of the dress with a slap. Even the girl looked up at Wang Ping in surprise and asked in amazement, "What... are you doing?"

Wang Ping handed the clothes to her under everyone's surprised eyes: "Go and try it on." She took off the big white silk scarf around her neck and handed it to her together: "This is around the waist. "

This is what Wang Ping said.The girl also gradually understood, her eyes gradually lit up, but she still took the skirt and silk scarf from Wang Ping's hand with suspicion: "Okay, I'll try it." She quickly ran into the fitting between.

He Zhihui also walked to Wang Ping's side at this time, and said with some doubts, "Is this okay?"

Wang Ping shook her head. In fact, she didn't have much confidence in herself.If it wasn't for the fact that she was forced to wear a scarf by her mother before she went out, Wang Ping wouldn't be so lucky to predict that this extremely earthy white scarf in her eyes would still be handed out. Such usefulness.But the effect depends on how the girl wears it.

The inspiration for doing this also comes from the photos that my colleagues showed her when they came back from the seaside trip to Sanya in the previous life. It was also a one-piece swimsuit with a big silk scarf loosely wrapped around it. I'm so envious.

There is no novelty in the way of dressing up in later generations, especially when going to the seaside for vacation.But in front of a group of junior high school students who were blocked by information more than ten years ago, they were still bold and strange.

While everyone was still suspicious, there was noise in the locker room.Immediately, Wang Ping felt a bright light in front of her eyes. Under the cover of the thin gauze, the girl's graceful figure revealed her slender and straight legs. With the movement of her steps, she was faintly visible, like a swan with broken wings, but she was still elegant and outstanding.

What was originally just an ordinary tutu turned into a more elegant and elegant dress with a touch of special attire, and He Zhihui couldn't help but speak at this time.Put forward a more pertinent suggestion: "Try a few movements and see if it works?"

The girl nodded upon hearing this.Putting on her ballet shoes, she stood on tiptoe, folded her arms, and slowly turned around in a circle: "My God, it's great, it's absolutely fine!" She was still talking, when she suddenly heard someone running in front of her and shouting: "17th, hurry up on the 17th, it will be yours soon!"

The girl ran over in a hurry, turned her head and smiled at Wang Ping before leaving the door: "Thank you so much!"

She laughed sincerely, and Wang Ping suddenly remembered who she was the moment she ran away!

Is it her?

No wonder it looks so familiar!

An announcement came from the stage in front: "The following is contestant No. 17 Liu Sisi from the capital, performing the ballet "Death of the Swan"."

He Zhihui bumped Wang Ping's arm and teased, "Aren't you going to take a look, costumer? I didn't know you were so discerning before. It's not easy to dance this song. You go and wait for me, and It's time for me to play five people."

Wang Ping nodded to her: "Then I'll go and have a look. Come on!"

She slowly slipped out of the backstage. Fortunately, except for the bright lights above the stage, the rest of the theater was pitch black. Wang Ping slipped directly from the corner of the backstage to the auditorium without attracting too much attention.

She randomly found an empty seat and sat down. The soothing music had already started. Under the effect of a light blue stage, the sound of the cello was melancholy and moving, and a beam of white chasing light hit Liu Sisi's body.I saw her flapping her arms, and her graceful demeanor showed her strong desire and love for life.However, no matter how hard the struggle was, the dying swan still fell slowly...

Wang Ping stared at the girl on the stage, but her memory had drifted back to the year in her previous life when she slipped into the inspection well.The one named Liu Sisi has not only become one of the new generation of first-line female stars with her high popularity because she has starred in many costume films, she has also been selected as one of the new four female roles.Acting career is in full swing.

Vigorous applause suddenly sounded. It turned out that Liu Sisi had stood up to call the curtain call. Wang Ping woke up from the memory and hurriedly applauded with everyone. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)