Liang Yixuan was stunned and looked into the makeup mirror, and saw her red ears and cheeks.

Her foundation was thin and she couldn't cover her face's enthusiasm even after applying makeup.

Bian Xu wasn't talking about blush at all. He was teasing her.

Liang Yixuan choked and raised her hand to open the border, saying, "If you want to touch me, I have to re-exert it again!"

Bian Xu raised his eyebrows, not only not annoyed, but also smiled at her with joy, straightened her head, straightened her tuxedo: "I've caused trouble for Teacher Liang, Teacher Liang is busy."

Bian Xu took a step further and slowly tidied up the cufflinks and wing collars of the dress and shirt.

Liang Yixuan pulled out the blush brush from the storage bag and evened the color in front of the mirror again.

After repairing the makeup, I carefully confirmed that the cheongsam buckle was tight and clamped the last strand of hair behind my ear with an invisible clip.

After doing all this, I suddenly heard the voice of Bian Xu's question coming from behind: "This headdress..."

"What's wrong?"

Bian Xu looked at the hairpin with pearls embedded in the side of Liang Yixuan's hair bun: "Have you changed?"

"...How do you know?" Last year's first edition of "The Legend of Bian", the headdress of Liang Yixuan was a simple ribbon. This year, "The Legend of Bian" was repeated, and some adjustments were made in the stage design and actor style.

Liang Yixuan asked and realized how Bian Xu could know, of course it was only because...

"Because I remember." Bian Xu said in a deep voice.

Liang Yixuan fell silent in this reasonable and unexpected answer.

If he could even remember her headdress...

She suddenly had an impulse to muster up the courage to ask him the question that he had asked at an inappropriate moment but was vaguely vague.

Liang Yixuan looked at the Bian Xu in the mirror and said, "Why is it me?"

After Bian Xu asked, he understood what she was asking, and he vaguely remembered that she seemed to have asked this question before.

Ask him why it was her and why she was chosen among so many ballerinas to be his muse.

How did he answer at that time?

Bian Xu was recalling that the door of the dressing room was suddenly knocked.

Liu Peng carefully pushed the door and asked with a smile: "The stage is in place, how are the two teachers ready?"

The conversation was interrupted, and the secret atmosphere disappeared completely.

Liang Yixuan let out a sigh of relief, and got up and left the dressing room to go to the theater.

A circle of cameras has been set up near the main stage of the theater, and a huge rocker arm camera for shooting long lenses.

While I went to the orchestra pool in front of the main stage to check the piano keys and pedals, I played the audition song at twice the speed.

Liang Yixuan and the lighting engineer confirmed the positioning modified due to variety show shooting needs.

Everything is ready, Liu Peng asked the two in the audience: "Two teachers try one first?"

Liang Yixuan and Bian Xu from the lower Le Chi looked at each other.

Bian Xununu's chin signaled her to settle down.

Liang Yixuan lowered her eyes and took a deep breath.

This dance and song are already very familiar to her and Bian Xu. She believes that Bian Xu will not have any deviations and wants to leave the fullest emotions for the formal performance.

This is her first public performance since she returned from Europe. Although it was just an excerpt, she had more recording and broadcasting than usual simple live performances. If she could not think of any surprise, her mother would see this dance.

After adjusting her emotions, she raised her eyes and said, "Why don't you start directly."

Liu Peng made an "OK" gesture and was about to issue an order when he suddenly heard Bian Shu say, "Wait."

"Um?"

"I'll communicate with Teacher Liang." Bian Xu got up from the piano chair and left the orchestra, followed the temporary stairs to the stage, and walked to Liang Yixuan.

Liang Yixuan, who was walking towards the stage point, stopped and turned around.

Bian Xu turned his back to the audience, lowered his head and leaned against Liang Yixuan's ear.

"What's wrong?" Liang Yixuan was thinking about some details that had been missed.

But I heard the lowered male voice in my ears say, "Because I have watched so many ballets, I only get the desire to create from you."

Liang Yixuan was stunned and shook her mind before she came back to her senses. Bian Xu was answering the question she asked in the dressing room.

He was saying that he did not need inspiration one day and went into the theater and picked out a pretty pleasing ballet dancer, but he searched for her for a long time.

"What is the difference between asking a composer to answer why inspiration is produced at a certain moment and asking a man why he has desire for a woman?" Bian Xu raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Liang Yixuan, you are quite embarrassed."

Liang Yixuan's eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his eyelashes to look at Bian Xu's eyes.

So, in fact, Bian Xu was not just perfunctory to her when she was in bed.

He really couldn't explain why he only got the desire to create in her and said that the answer was another desire.

If it were other men, they could say a sweet word at that time.

But for a arrogant and conceited person, it took nearly a year to admit the word "only".

"Isn't satisfied?" Bian Xu looked at Liang Yixuan, as if she wouldn't accept the honor of "only" anymore, and he would be unhappy.

Liang Yixuan came back to her senses and glanced at the audience. She saw a group of staff led by Liu Peng looking at them like a husband-looking stone, with curiosity on her face "What's the problem with these two people?"

"Okay," she said softly, pushing the border, "It's time to talk about it after the performance."

Bian Xu raised his eyebrows: "I won't tell you clearly, can you act well?"

"Why can't it?" Liang Yixuan glanced at him, turned around and walked to his position.

Bian Xu got off the main stage and returned to the orchestra, sat down on the piano chair, and made a gesture with Liu Peng.

Liu Peng breathed a sigh of relief and raised his master: "Every unit is ready to go out the lights."

The theater headlights went out, and a cool white spotlight hit the black Stanway triangle of the orchestra.

At the same time, the main stage slowly illuminates the same color tone.

Liang Yixuan's back appeared in everyone's sight.

The silk that was cut and satisfactory outlined her well-proportioned body curves in a few points. Under the collar of the cheongsam, her thin neck was a little longer because of her head-tilt posture.

The clear sound of the piano sounded. Liang Yixuan stood half of her toes on her left leg, raised her right leg forty-five degrees, drew a semicircle through the side leg and kicked it into the air, rotated and turned around, and his even thin arm fell an arc - like a sigh of falling.

The main background of "The Bian" is a wine shop on the bank of the Jiangnan River, telling the story of the wine shop owner and all kinds of guests.

Liang Yixuan plays the daughter of a Jiang Shangchuan family. She is fifteen years old this year and is named Ding Ling. She has been born on the river since childhood, grew up on the river, and wandered on the river.

Because her father was worried that she had seen the prosperous world outside and would never come back like her mother, so she was confined to the boat and not allowed to go ashore. Poor Ding Ling could only occasionally stand at the bow of the boat and look at the scenery on the shore when the boat was docking.

This scene tells the story of Ding Ling before she came ashore to meet the boss's wife.

On a bright moon night, because I had just taken the boat to dock during the day and heard the hawking of the peddlers on the shore, Ding Ling couldn't sleep at night in the deserted cabin, and walked onto the bow of the boat alone and sighed boredly.

White mist gathers from the corner of the stage—

There was fog on the river.

Ding Ling danced to the moon in the fog of the river, telling the moon about her loneliness, and the more she danced, she felt sad.

She suddenly had a thought.

She thought that the next time the boat landed, she would disguise herself as a boatman and flee the boat to the world on the shore to take a look, even if she just went to the wonton shop to eat a bowl of wontons?

As she thought about it, Ding Ling became happy, and Jiang Wu dissipated as her mood expanded.

The sound of the piano gradually became lighter.

On the stage, Liang Yixuan jumped in small jumps, split in the air and landed gently and gently, and tapped the ground with one foot, setting a series of clean and fluent whip rotations.

A layer of mulberry silk white veil was spliced ​​under the wide sway of the modified cheongsam, and the skirt was flying in the rotation and was dazzling.

As he turned, the sound of the piano suddenly dropped an accent—

Ding Ling's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly she thought that her father never left her a coin. Even if she escaped ashore, she would not be able to do anything. She would only meet the terrible bad people in her father's mouth.

The sound of the piano has returned to its initial sorrow, and the stage lights have dimmed-

This time, even the moon was covered by clouds, and I couldn't help Ding Ling to relieve her boredom.

Ding Ling wandered around the bow of the boat, thinking of her father who was the only one who was stern and rigid, and also remembering her mother who had never met her but had lost her life's freedom. She sat down dejectedly.

Liang Yixuan picked up her knees in the white mist and buried her head.

The sound of the piano fell to its end.

A few seconds later, it was quiet in the theater where the needle could be heard. The staff all forgot that they were recording variety shows, putting down their work one by one and applauded vigorously.

Liang Yixuan and Bian Xu both stood up in the applause and bowed to the audience to finish the curtain call.

The applause stopped, and everyone wiped themselves and didn't know why they were shed, but they just shed tears, looking at the two of them with tears flashing.

The theater lights are on.

Liang Yixuan gasped carefully, wiped the corners of her eyes, letting herself slowly get out of the show, and then looked at the border of the other end of the Orchid.
To be continued...