Zhuma has autism

Chapter 131

"The orchid finger twists, the world of mortals is like water..." As soon as it came out, the white cloth fell sharply, and Ye Qing, dressed in white gauze, appeared in front of everyone.

His hands turned into orchid fingers and were gently twirled in his ears, his expression was just right with a touch of sadness, and the light veil on his body did not stir up layers of ripples, which amazed all the audience present.

Even the netizens who watched the live broadcast were so amazed that they forgot to post the barrage.

[I finally understand why there were faint kings in ancient times...]
[Oh my God, what's the matter with jumping so I want to cry? ]
[I want to cry too! ]
[This song is really too national, I could listen to it for a day, but now I can watch this dance for a day]
[What's on these two people? ]
...

As the netizens swipe the screen, two more people came up on the stage, each holding a basin-like object in their hands and walked a little cautiously. It was obvious that there was something inside.

The two of them left the stage after putting it together, and the audience couldn't help being curious for a moment, the dance was already amazing, could there be something more amazing?
This song has been changed, otherwise it would not be possible to play it for such a long time. After the main song part was played, the lyrics of the climax part played again.

"The orchid finger twists the world of mortals like water..."

When the lyrics sounded again, Ye Qing no longer danced and twirled her fingertips, but waved her sleeves to the sides along with the rhythm. The sleeves, which could not be seen so open, were more than one meter long. Yi just fell on the position where the two pots were placed.

Once again, the originally plain white gauze sleeves were also stained with ink beads...

Damn it, those two pots are filled with ink!
The audience watching the performance exclaimed, and Ye Qing also started to spin backwards with the melody of the music, and slapped his ink-stained sleeves on the white cloth that had been pulled up again...

The chants from the audience resounded over and over again, and the sleeves on the stage were clapped again and again.

Not to mention the audience below, even the four teenagers who were holding the white cloth tightly on the stage were dumbfounded!It's also been three years in college... Did they take a fake job?
Ye Qing's dance just now was enough to amaze them, but now she even paints with her sleeves!
Why is there such a big gap between students in the same studio?

The music is gradually coming to an end, and with the last sentence, "It turns into ashes in the mist and goes perfectly"

Ye Qing lifted up the ink that she had just dipped her toes in, lowered her waist and tapped on the flame-like spot in the canvas, and stood up again to finish it off perfectly...

The lecture hall was a little quiet, and the quiet Ye Qing could hear her panting slightly, she retracted her bowed waist in some puzzlement.

What's the matter, is there something wrong with her painting?Thinking of this, Ye Qing took a few steps forward, and then looked back at the painting.

What is shown on the canvas is the companionship, parting, and love between a puppet old man and a puppet that has been involved in his life.

This song is originally a sad song. It is about an old man in ragged clothes who plays the silk-drawing opera. He went against his parents and insisted on learning the silk-drawing opera since he was young.

I have been acting in the drama of pulling silk all my life, but in the end I have nothing, and I can't even get through this winter safely.The old man finally threw the puppet into the fire and said that it would be better to warm his body.

The puppets in the silk-drawing show thank the old man in the fire, and then turn into ashes.There is not much wood in the fire, but it is extraordinarily warm, like a puppet's only return to the old man.So warm once, but lonely for a lifetime.

Although what she showed was not very expressive, after all, she was painting on her sleeves, and her expression was not lost at all. Ye Qing was quite satisfied with the expression she made.

　Thanks to the silly family for the reward
　　thank you baby
　　
　
(End of this chapter)