Jiang Xueqing only put on some light makeup and wore ethnic clothes. She was not only youthful but also pure and moving. That's right, the first impression that Jiang Xueqing gave people was that she was pure, and it was not the kind of purity that she deliberately pretended to be, but a kind of natural purity.
As the recruiting teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music, they would recruit students from all over the country every year. It could be said that they had seen countless beautiful girls, but girls like Jiang Xueqing were very rare.
However, Qin Lang found that Jiang Xueqing on the stage seemed to be a little nervous.
Qin Lang sensed Jiang Xueqing's nervousness, so he quietly stood up and waved at her.
This movement of Qin Lang naturally fell into Jiang Xueqing's eyes. She saw Qin Lang's existence, and her heart immediately calmed down. At this time, Jiang Xueqing realized that the uneasiness in her heart was not not because of the nervousness on the stage, but because of Qin Lang's absence.
But now, Qin Lang appeared, and Jiang Xueqing found that her nervousness also disappeared.
The simple and elegant ethnic music sounded.
On the stage, Jiang Xueqing danced gracefully. Her movements were as elegant as a butterfly fluttering in a cluster of flowers, so light and so beautiful.
Qin Lang was a martial artist, a 'boorish man'. He didn't know how to appreciate things like music and dance, but when Jiang Xueqing started dancing, he couldn't help but admit that he was captivated by her beautiful movements. Following her graceful and ever-changing movements, Qin Lang felt as though he was looking at a scene of spring filled with blooming flowers. A butterfly was dancing gracefully in the midst of the flowers, which soon attracted another butterfly to chase after it. Her dance made him feel as though he was in the middle of it all. But then, as the rhythm of the music changed, her dance movements became more and more rapid, making Qin Lang feel as if the beautiful sunny day had suddenly turned into a storm. The two butterflies that were originally dancing began to struggle in the storm of lightning and thunder, but no matter how violent the storm was, the two butterflies seemed to be trying their best to protect each other. From her stage, Qin Lang seemed to see a kind of cruel beauty.
The hurried music finally slowed down. It seemed to be coming to an end, but there was a hint of sadness in her dance. Because from her dance, Qin Lang could only "see" a lonely butterfly on the road after the storm.
The dance ended.
There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause.
There weren't many spectators here, but the warm applause could only mean one thing: Jiang Xueqing's dance had deeply moved these people.
Undoubtedly, Qin Lang was the one who applauded the most enthusiastically.
Jiang Xueqing got off the stage and quickly changed her clothes. Then, Qin Lang walked over.
"Sorry, I'm almost late." Qin Lang said to Jiang Xueqing.
"You don't have to apologize. I'm very grateful that you could come." Jiang Xueqing said sincerely, "I know you are a person with a career and ambition. I'm really touched that you could spare time to watch me take the second test."
"If you put it that way, I'll feel embarrassed." Qin Lang smiled, "But, your performance just now was really wonderful. Even I, an uneducated man who doesn't understand music and dance, was fascinated by it."
"Fascinated? Is it so exaggerated?" Jiang Xueqing didn't seem to believe it.
"Really … but you don't have to swear on this kind of thing." Qin Lang smiled, "Speaking of which, your dance also gave me some inspiration. It made me have a deeper understanding of my own Kung Fu."
"Are you kidding me? What's the connection between dance and Kung Fu? "Jiang Xueqing obviously didn't believe it.
"Different paths lead to the same goal. Things that seem to be unrelated may not be unrelated. In your dance, I can see the artistic conception of a butterfly dancing gracefully. So, from my punch, what can you see? " Qin Lang punched a few times in the void. These punches were very fast and should have given people a feeling of fierceness. But for some reason, it was unusually light. It gave Jiang Xueqing the feeling that Qin Lang was not punching, but like a butterfly playing with flowers.
Qin Lang's Kung Fu had long passed the "Training Intent" realm. So, every move and every style could naturally show the intent of the fist. At this moment, the fist intent of Qin Lang could even be felt by Jiang Xueqing, a layman.
"It's really interesting." Jiang Xueqing was surprised, "I can't imagine that punching can actually show the artistic conception of dance. Qin Lang, you are really a genius!"
"I am indeed a genius, but my punching is not the artistic conception of dance, but the intent of the fist." Qin Lang explained with a bitter smile, "I said before, different paths lead to the same goal. Dance can show the artistic conception of animals, and the same is true for punching. However, your dance gave me another kind of revelation, that is, punching the intent of the fist is not perfect enough, you also need emotions. From your dance, I can feel the joy of two butterflies chasing each other among the flowers. I can feel their helplessness and fear in the storm … Hmm, since you can integrate your emotions into your dance, I think you can also integrate your emotions into your fist technique. "
"Qin Lang … You really completely feel what I express in my dance!" Jiang Xueqing said with some excitement.
"Uh …" Qin Lang rubbed his nose and looked surprised, "Do you think that a rough person like me can't understand dance?"
"That's not what I mean." Jiang Xueqing hurriedly explained, "I mean that you can understand the artistic conception of my dance. That's really great! This means that the dance I made up is very successful, and I should be able to pass the second test. "
"You have to pass." Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing said as they arrived at the entrance of the Music Academy.
At this time, there were more and more luxury cars at the entrance of the Music Academy. It was probably a lot of "godfathers" and "godbrothers" had started to move again.
When Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing appeared at the entrance of the school, Qin Lang immediately saw a lot of strange gazes. He knew what these gazes meant. It seemed that in many people's eyes, as long as a beauty walked out of the Music Academy, she must be a mistress or a mistress.
However, Qin Lang could also understand these people's gazes, because nowadays the morals of the world were really getting worse.
Qin Lang didn't want to stay here for long. After all, Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing had caused a little trouble here last time. Therefore, after Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing got in the car, Qin Lang planned to leave immediately, and then let Xiao Wei send Jiang Xueqing to the train station.
Who knew that Qin Lang didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble came to find him.
As soon as the two got in the car, a car suddenly stopped in front of them, and Xiao Wei's car was stuck in the middle. Because the distance between the workshop was too small, it was impossible to reverse the car.
Qin Lang didn't move, because he knew that Xiao Wei definitely had a way to deal with this situation.
Sure enough, Xiao Wei got out of the car and argued with the owner of the car in front.
The owner of the car in front was a bald man. At this time, he had already turned off the car. Hearing Xiao Wei asking him to move the car, he disdainfully said, "If your skills are bad, don't drive. If you can't drive it, then wait for me to drive it away, then you can leave! "
"Okay." Xiao Wei actually gave up arguing with him.
The bald man snorted in disdain, shook the car key and left.
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