Chapter 2256

Witch dance is one of the traditional dances in the East Asia.

The dancers are dressed in colorful kimonos, their hair is high, their faces are painted with miserable white, their eyebrows are covered with silkworms, the real cherry mouth, and a fan in the left hand. With the drum beat of the waist drum, Anna's posture is abnormal. In a word, this kind of dance is a kind of dance that foreigners must watch when they go to Dongyang, which is similar to visiting Champs Elysees in Paris.

It's just that because of its long history, the audience is very small, and it's very difficult to learn, so the domestic audience has no impression on it.

But one thing is certain, that is, since the witch dance is a traditional reserved program for the Oriental people to entertain foreign guests, its cultural value is still very high.

It also has certain ornamental value.

In today's modern society, where dancers are always showing their waist and crotch, and their movements are bold and open, witch dance can be regarded as a clean stream.

So when Sanpu Qingli told old song that she could dance the witch dance, assistant Xiao Wang opened his mouth and said, "what witch dance? Go to one side - "

old song's backhand is a big pocket neck, pulling Xiao Wang aside.

He must have watched the lightness for a moment, then slowly said: "if you can attract more people to watch, there is no fuss. I'll give you two thousand dollars. In addition, if the audience really wants to throw money on it, I will give it all to you, and I will not smoke any members. "

Old song is old song, and his eyes are not comparable to Xiao Wang.

People can see lightness at a glance -- beautiful.

Beautiful girls themselves can attract people's attention. If she can dance exotic dances, it will definitely play the role of those artificial girls who kick and stretch their arms on stage.

"Well, that's a deal."

Lightness is very happy, and looked at the small pickup truck beside: "I just want waist drum, fan."

There are no beauties for performing arts and arts, but there will definitely be dance props such as waist drum and fan.

Old song had heard of the witch dance. He nodded and told Xiao Wang to get on the bus to get something. He said regretfully, "it's a pity that I don't have a kimono here. However, I can barely help you beat the drum - "

" No. I've been drummed. "

Light and delicate smile, looking back at the stage edge waved: "meteor, you come, come here."

After hearing the name of meteor, old song's mind was neutral, that is, "meteor garden" this TV series, in which those handsome little cream lives look.

But when the "meteor" came over, the old song doubted that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"Wo Cao, when can a beggar call this name?" he said

Some scum immediately did not want to: "beggar have I handsome? Boss, I say you are insulting my personality. Lightness, can you help others perform when they insult me

Old song's mouth a strong pumping.

But he did not dare to scold, only scolded in the heart: "beggars are better than you dress? That's what you do. For a day, this little beauty won't be a beggar, will she? "

It turns out that old song's eyes are quite effective.

Because he saw with his own eyes, the timid little foreign beauty even held the beggar's arm, pursed and waved her small mouth, and asked, "meteor, do you still want to eat?"

The old song dynasty was scared again, secretly scolded to hold a grass again, the little beauty danced, can't raise this beggar to eat?

Looking at the temptation of the meal, Li Nanfang decided to forgive the insult of old song and nodded his head to show his special thought.

But when the light smile, from Xiao Wang's hand took the waist drum to hang on his neck, he shook his head again.

Li Nan Nan's reason for refusing is very simple.

Who is he?

The world's first scum!

There are so many beautiful women around me and countless family wealth. As long as the name of Li Renzha is displayed, no matter where you go, you can be treated like a foreign guest. How can you perform for a meal of minced meat?

Of course, the most fundamental reason for Li NanFang's refusal is that he can't play waist drum -

you can do it.

Play as you want.

You hit you, I jump mine.

As long as we can fool with money, it's not a dream for you to pretend to be a master again.

Li Nannan admits that he has a firm belief that he always twists his waist when he is coquettish, and he has to sigh with a sigh that the tiger has fallen and the sun is flat.

To the beauty host who decided to disdain old song, seeing that he was the boss, he had to pinch his nose and force a smile to announce to the audience: "next, let's invite the lighthearted lady from Oriental to perform the witch dance for you."

"Girl from Japan? Ah, no, it's a lady? A lady in her forties or in her fifties? "

"Let's hurry down. Don't stain our eyes any more. "

"Well, it's a tragedy to see the performance here inadvertently, but it's wrong with the aesthetics."

Because of the wonderful dancing of those younger sisters, there are only four or five young people who have no place to play.Although there are only four or five of them, their voices can catch up with the effect of 500 ducks.

After hearing this, the beauty host only took a puff from the corners of her mouth, and almost revealed the essence of a shrew. She pinched her waist with both hands and screamed and scolded her!

But after seeing Li Nanfang, who was pushed to the stage, the beauty host felt that she should be with the audience below.

"Wo Cao, how can you come up with a beggar?"

"Ha, he still has a waist drum around his waist. How can he ask for food when he wants to perform as a beggar for us?"

"Fourth, come and have a look. Learn. How do you go on living when you're in a bad mood. "

God knows what's going on.

Just now, when the group of young beauties with open clothes and enchanting dancing postures tried to stretch their arms and legs, the old four people were too lazy to look again and squatted on the flower bed to smoke. However, when they heard their companions shouting that there were beggars here who wanted to explain how to get after dinner, they all ran back immediately.

Beggars perform on stage, but city people never think about it.

In particular, this beggar is not a guest actor, but a fake one, full of "poor" Haoran sour gas, isn't it?

It's a rare thing.

You have to come and have fun.

Seeing the rapidly gathering audience, there were hundreds of people in the blink of an eye. The corners of the beautiful host's mouth began to puff.

She highly suspected that all the people in the prosperous China were infected with the stink of treachery. They did not eat good food and did not know how to appreciate beauty.

However, as long as she can attract people, complete the tasks assigned by the merchants, and achieve the desired results, she also ponders whether to roam for half a year and return to the stage -

"Laozi has been away from the world for many years, but this charm has never been reduced. Look, I'm so casual, I didn't give a fart, so the audience gathered quickly to support the show. "

Li Nanfang was intoxicated with his super charm and almost couldn't extricate himself from the stage.

There is no kimono for the witch dance. Qingli doesn't want to make his face pale white. He painted his silken eyebrows and cherry mouth. Because, meteor said that he liked girls with plain faces, which had a sense of reality.

She just uses a piece of red silk to pull up her hair, but it falls down like a waterfall. After showing her crystal neck, she makes her small face look smaller, but her eyes are bigger. With a timid smile, she is totally a spirit coming out of animation.

In fact, the clothes she wore were not much better than Li Nanfang, and they were badly damaged by the wind and the sun.

Because of the shrinkage, the trouser legs and sleeves are short a lot, with healthy luster of the legs, white wrist snow skin, at a glance.

Sometimes, Li Nanfang Turner is bored.

We are all human beings. After wandering on the sea for so many days and suffering from the wind and sun, why did his skin almost become carbon and his beard madly pierced his thick skin, but it was still delicate and water like a little white flower?

God, it's just not fair.

Li Nanfang had just arrived here feeling something was wrong.

The following group of "worship" him, the loud and noisy ducks, no, the audience, why are all mute?

Beautiful and delicious.

When the old ancestor invented this idiom, it didn't come out with a pat on the head, but after a long period of Market Research -

the more natural and beautiful the idiom, the more appetizing it would be.

So when the long lost beauty suddenly appeared in front of the public, it immediately aroused their most beautiful memories: "if you think about that year, no matter where you go, you can see the real beauty. It can be called peach red willow green, each has its own merits. It's not like the awl face, big eyes and red lips on the street. They think they are beautiful, but they are actually disgusting. "

Not only the audience was deeply immersed in the beautiful memories, but even Li Nanfang, like the first time he saw Qingli, was full of doubts: "do you say that I was blind before? Otherwise, why didn't you find the girl so beautiful? There is the pure feeling of rouer and the timidity of silence. "

Dancing.

In the sunshine and the breeze, wearing "coarse cloth clothes", she showed her Shin Shin, snow skin and white wrists. Her hair was as light as a cloud. She bent her left knee and her waist was half twisted. She stretched her left hand forward to pinch flowers. Her right hand held up a big red fan. She fluttered over her head like a butterfly's wings.

Witch dance.

After dancing this kind of dance lightly, all the people on the scene felt the mysterious and strange atmosphere from a foreign land in an instant.

The witch in the sun, dancing.

Just, who's witch, will be so pure and timid?

Light has removed the shoes, the right foot of the United States point to the ground, waist again slowly half turn, softly called: "meteor, drum."

Bang!

Dong, Dong, Dong!

Li Nanfang woke up like a dream and immediately raised his hand to pat on the waist drum.

He has never enjoyed the witch dance, and has never heard of it before. Of course, he can't beat the drum.But light since let him play the drum, that's it.

What's more, before going on stage, Qingli also said that he won't play drums. It's OK. He hits him, she jumps at her, and doesn't interfere with each other.

It's just, is this really going to happen?

No.

On the stage, this pair of young men and women who have been together day and night for more than a few months, from a certain point of view, have long had a certain spiritual connection.

So when Li Nanfang, who didn't understand the bullshit, tried to ignore the lightness of his existence, and was soon interfered by him. He bent his knees, twisted his waist, raised his hands and nodded, and accelerated immediately to match his drum beat.

Bang!

Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong!

Li NanFang's drumbeat is getting faster and more powerful.

Gradually!

The drumbeat was monotonous and dull, without any sense of rhythm. Like a sledgehammer, it hit everyone's heart.

Soul, all trembling with it!

Light speed, but also faster and faster, breathing coarser, heartbeat flustered.

She would like to tell Li Nanfang not to beat the drum so fast, not to mention so powerful!

Because, she can not control the dance posture, can only passively step on his drum beat, to make the corresponding movement.

But she couldn't open her mouth.

As if, she was involved in the invisible vortex, the water pressure makes her unable to open her mouth, only with the high-speed rotation of the current, rotation, rotation.

What's more, she can't get rid of Li NanFang's drumbeat, and she has hallucinations.

She saw it!

There was a black dragon, with its teeth and claws roaring, circling around the whirlpool, with scarlet eyes staring at her, causing her heart frequency to become higher and higher.

When her heart can no longer bear this beating, it will explode at a certain moment!

"I'm dying."

Brain a blank, completely controlled by the drum light, suddenly had this idea.

In front of my eyes, there is a clearer vortex.

Black, whirlpool.

She is not even a willow leaf in the high-speed rotating current.

The black dragon's whiskers are several times longer than her height.

The center of the black vortex, turned into a big mouth, roaring.

Dong ---

just when the lightness felt that the heart was about to burst and then died, the drum beat suddenly became soft.

Suddenly, a white shadow appears in the center of the vortex.

Is that a woman?

Or a girl?

About 20 years old, white clothes like snow, slim figure, hair shawl, looks extraordinary and refined, but it is full of arrogant look, slightly curled mouth, raised eyebrows, oblique eyes - looking at the black dragon.

The black dragon, which had been extremely arrogant, had a qualitative change immediately. Looking at the woman in white, his eyes were extremely gentle, his movements were gentle, and his roaring voice turned into a dragon chant of Qingyue.

Suddenly, light from the black whirlpool, exposure to the sun, green lawn, surrounded by the colorful light of the brook babbling, all kinds of butterflies dancing.

Thump.

Dong, Dong.

The drum beat is gentle, like a lover's hand, caressing the light hair, so that the boiling blood, restless heart, quickly returned to normal.

Then she saw Li Nanfang.

Li Nanfang is also looking at her, on the side of the light, gentle eyes - that is to see his life-long women.

He around her, slowly walk, drum down, just to meet the light dance.

Harp and harp, harmony.

Perfect connection, never a trace of raw sense.

This is in the university specializing in the dance of the lightness of witches, training thousands of times, have never had the feeling.

With her eyes flowing and her mouth smiling, she danced lightly -

at the end of the song.

After a long time, the scene applause thunderous.

Money, flying -

unconsciously, there have been thousands of people gathered in front of the stage, with a look of intoxication on their raised faces.

Who says that the people don't know how to appreciate elegant art?

People who say this sentence just treat the sour gas as elegant.

"I must have her, tonight!"

Zhuang Dahai in the crowd, murmuring to make up his mind, suddenly turned back.

Just now, the corner of his eyes seemed to catch a familiar figure.

The figure, especially like the maid around youtan Wang Zhuang Qing in misty Town, hears the swallow dance.

It is also the woman who he repeatedly "beat" the dry mother and wanted to take her as a concubine, but she was repeatedly rejected by Zhuang Qing, which made big brother Hai's memory so far.

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