Chapter 203

Feng Zhicheng was stunned by an Ruixin's words and nodded: "of course, miss an can play freely."

An Ruixin's lips are slightly crooked, and she doesn't say any more.

There is no music in the box, and there is no atmosphere set off by the background of the times. It requires an Ruixin to master the rhythm of the dance and the emotional control, but this does not affect an Ruixin's performance.

An Ruixin, Feng Zhicheng's attention has all focused on her.

An Ruixin's dance doesn't seem complicated, but for Feng Zhicheng, a director who has studied this series of dances thoroughly because of his work needs, it's enough to make his eyes bright.

The smooth dance steps are as if fish are shuttling between streams and streams, and as if birds are playing in the forest.

A rotation, a jump, not only the dancer's enchanting posture, but also the heart of the viewer.

All of a sudden, an Ruixin leaped forward, her slender legs extended in a straight line with the air, her head also raised high, just like a noble swan.

At the time of landing again, an Ruixin was in the state of turning his back to the people present.

The knuckles have different shapes. When people can't see the dancer's face clearly, they express their true feelings accurately. The rendering of emotion and verve quietly overflows.

Legs slightly a turn, an Ruixin whole person smooth and light from the ground stand up, slowly look back.

At this moment, the expression on her face has changed from joy and deep feeling at the beginning to determination, revealing a bit of solemn and stirring in sadness, and straight into Feng Zhicheng's eyes, making him clearly feel the shock from his soul.

With this one glance, he seemed to see the stubborn beauty in red wedding dress who committed suicide in front of her lover thousands of years ago.

She was besieged on all sides outside the account, the trumpet was urgent, and the beauty in the account was picturesque. She raised her hand and took out the blade to kiss her jade neck, but her eyes were always focused on the love of her life, loyal and affectionate.

The bright red blood follows the transparent sword body and splashes the blood red wedding dress, which appropriately confirms the familiar singing.

"The Han soldiers have already begun to sing songs in all directions; The king's spirit is exhausted. How can I live

Feng Zhicheng suddenly regretted that if the scene in front of him could match the melody of the music, and then let the person in front of him wear a bright red wedding dress, he would be a concubine who came out from the works of literati and poets!

Which like now, such a background, such a costume, such a silent pantomime, it is a tyranny! But he is the one who is so violent!

Yes, Yu Ji, this is the unique Yu Ji in his mind!

At the end of the dance, an Ruixin turned to look at several people and finally fixed her eyes on Feng Zhicheng: "director Feng, what do you think?"

Feng Zhicheng wakes up as if from a dream. His eyes to an Ruixin are not sharp as before, but warm: "you can dance very well. Although you can see that you are not very proficient, you are very attentive. Have you practiced in private?"

"Well, I found a few videos on the Internet and practiced according to them for a period of time."

Feng Zhicheng nodded and asked, "how do you think of practicing this?"

An Ruixin smiles, looks up at Feng Zhicheng fearlessly and says, "because what Feng Dao wants is Yu Ji, not ye Zitong."