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Chapter 59 Migrant Workers Street Dance Troupe (for collection)
"I would like to introduce the young people who will appear next. They are new migrant workers from Shenzhen. Among them are construction workers, security guards and car washers."

"For the same hobbies and to express themselves, they formed a street dance team. The next stage belongs to them. Let us welcome the migrant workers hip-hop troupe to the stage."

Eight young lads came onto the stage to the applause of the audience.

Clean white T-shirts, cool skateboard pants, each carrying a small prop bag, the boys are very energetic, at first glance, they don't look like migrant workers.

"Come on, how about introducing yourself?"

This performance is different from the previous one. The power group doesn't like to talk, but the street dance troupe of migrant workers represents a kind of power, and they need to speak out for this class.

The leading boy smiled heartily, and said, "My name is Zou Jian, a construction worker from Henan, and now I am working in Shenzhen."

"My name is Wang Liang, from Anhui. I work as a car wash worker in Shenzhen, and sometimes I also go to construction sites to do odd jobs."

"My name is Deng Erkun, from Guangzhou, and I work as a security guard in Shenzhen."

"..."

The eight young men introduced themselves one by one, and they all said that they were migrant workers, but Luo Yiming noticed that the audience below were discussing.

It is difficult to establish the impression of migrant workers from the clothes of these people and the very professional hip-hop styles.

Sure enough, Guo Degang, the representative of the "farmers", said: "Yiming, will their identities be verified when they come to the show? I think these young people have subverted my impression of migrant workers."

"I ask you, are you migrant workers? I think you are celebrities pretending to be migrant workers?"

Guo Degang is not afraid of offending people, he is a rural person, at least, Guo Degang has not seen that kind of simplicity.

Zou Jian was not angry, he said: "We are all migrant workers."

Deng Erkun said: "Teacher, we are indeed migrant workers, and hip-hop is our hobby."

It is certain to be suspected, because people subconsciously think that migrant workers still have a hobby of street dancing, and they can still have this dream.

Luo Yiming was not in a hurry, he couldn't resist Teacher Guo, and said calmly: "Could you eight show me your hands now, and show the audience your hands."

"Okay." Wang Liang is a car wash worker. He soaks in soap suds every day and repairs the car. Over the years, Wang Liang's hands can't wash off some of the grease.

He immediately said, "Look at mine."

As he spoke, Wang Liang opened his hands. On his hands, he could see some stubborn dirt that couldn't be washed off.

Originally, a young man's hands shouldn't be so swollen, but Wang Liang's hands have been soaked for too long and have become deformed.

Zou Jian also stretched out his hands, both of which were covered with calluses.

The cocoons are thick and yellow.

A big piece bulged up in the palm of my hand, and it made me sad to see it.

In the next second, all the rest of the migrant workers raised their hands. Pairs of young hands were either covered with calluses or stained with oil that could not be washed off. When their hands stayed together in the air for a second, the camera When going to close-up, Luo Yiming's heart suddenly felt sore.

Look, these hands say it all.

If it weren't for migrant workers, what would it take to transform a pair of young and beautiful hands into this.

They are only in their 20s, youthful, and raped... by women.

Guo Degang was silent.

His eyes do not deceive themselves.

He saw the medals that belonged to these people.

Luo Yiming nodded, and the eyes of the audience were much gentler. Some people, like Luo Yiming, were suddenly melted by something.

"Glory belongs to the simple soul, and what you have in your hands is the medal given to you by this city. I think you should be proud to raise your hands higher!"

"I believe that at this moment, no one will question your identities."

"You are one of the countless migrant workers in Shenzhen. I believe that you set up a hip-hop troupe for the dream in your heart."

"This stage, regardless of class, as long as you dare to show off your splendor, you are a hero."

"Below, it's your performance time."

"let's start."

The audience in the audience saw something different in these young people.

Luo Yiming's words made everyone's blood boil.

Yes, just like the ancient saying that princes and generals are better than each other, no one has stipulated that hip-hop is a sport for rich children.

We are migrant workers, we can also dance street dance.

Wearing the same white T-shirts and skateboard pants, they began to dance to the dynamic music.

Thomas rotated, turned with one hand, and turned his head. From time to time, the eight young people would make difficult movements.

It is impossible for people to imagine them on the stage. The real identity of this group of fashionable boys is migrant workers.

But this group of people is indeed one of the countless migrant workers in the city of Shenzhen.

For their hip-hop dreams, they worked on the construction site during the day, and practiced dancing all night in a small space at night.

It is also the spirit of pursuing dreams that makes them very attractive on stage at the moment.

They did it.

After completing a dance that is no different from those young people who like hip-hop, several boys will suddenly stand in the front row to form a scene.

One after another, there are boys doing something behind.

The schoolbags they had put aside at first were opened.

A few seconds later, Zou Jian and Wang Liang changed their costumes.

They have put on their work clothes, car wash uniforms, construction workers uniforms, and hard hats on their heads.

Then came Deng Erkun, and one by one, they quickly completed the costume change on stage.

Eight young men in construction uniforms lined up at the end, facing the audience, and one by one, they adjusted their hard hats.

Stretching out his fingers and pointing to the distance, he raised his head proudly, showing the vigor and masculinity of modern construction workers.

At this moment, several young men took out props from their bags. What they had in their hands were bricks and rags. They threw bricks, laid bricks, and laid bricks.They cleaned the car, rushed the car, and a set of movements that they only had at work were arranged into a dance by them.

Interspersed with street dance elements, after being dazzled for a while, something pulls my heart.

The performance did not end, but it won very warm applause.

Luo Yiming didn't know the name of the music they used.

But the music is powerful.

This music, this movement is like hiding in their blood.

As long as they jump up, these migrant workers will immediately turn into a ball of flames, unable to control themselves and tireless.

Hip-hop is like a dream they were born with.

Hidden deep in the blood, it was just lost or never met before, but now that it is found, migrant workers feel that life is full of fun.

From the first movement of this street dance, Luo Yiming understood that they were dancers, they were dancing seriously, and they didn't want to be labeled as migrant workers.

When Luo Yiming sighed, suddenly the three young men joined hands to build a strong city wall, squatted down, and then two young men stood on their shoulders.

Five people squatted down, and two more people went up. With their skillful movements, they built the third floor in a few strokes.

Stacked arhats.

That's right, these migrant workers, no, dancers, are stacking arhats.

When the Arhats on the third floor are ready, the audience friends at the scene can see that the three young people on the bottom floor are already sweating.

They gritted their teeth and held back their energy. Although they were uncomfortable to watch, the firm, tenacious, and unyielding spirit in their eyes infected everyone in the audience.

All the audience followed them, worrying about whether the last hip-hop dancer could climb to the top of the pyramid.

　Thank you Tianhai Xiangyun for your reward, you are here again, so happy.This is the first update, the recommendation votes are not strong!
　　
　
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