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The witch dance is one of the traditional dances of the East.

The dancer is wearing a colorful kimono, her hair is rolled up high, her face is painted pale, with silkworm eyebrows, a real cherry mouth, and a fan in her left hand. With the beat of her waist drum, her posture is abnormal. One short, one short----

In short, this kind of dance is a dance that foreigners must watch when they go to the East. It is similar to visiting the Champs Elysées in Paris.

It’s just that because of the long history of this dance, the audience is very small, and it’s also extremely difficult to learn, so domestic audiences have no impression of it.

But one thing is certain, that is, since the Miko Dance is a traditional repertoire used by the Oriental people to entertain foreign guests, its cultural value is still very high.

Also has a certain ornamental.

In today's modern society where dancers show their waists and hips at every turn, and their movements are bold and open, the witch dance can be regarded as a clear stream.

So when Miura lightly told Lao Song that she could dance the witch dance, the assistant Xiao Wang opened his mouth and said, "What witch dance? Go aside----"

Lao Song's backhand was a big neck, pulling Xiao Wang aside.

He definitely watched the lightness for a moment, and then slowly said: "If you can attract more spectators to watch it, there is no boobs. I will give you two thousand yuan. In addition, if there are spectators, I will give you all the money. Don’t smoke."

Lao Song is Lao Song, his eyes are not comparable to Xiao Wang.

People can see lightness at a glance—beautiful.

A beautiful girl can attract people's high attention by itself. She will dance exotic dances again, which will definitely have the effect of those artificial girls who are desperately kicking and stretching their arms on stage.

"Okay, then it's a deal."

Li Qing was very happy, and looked at the small pickup next to him: "I only need a waist drum and a fan."

There are no beautiful women in theatrical performances, but there are definitely dancing props like waist drums and fans.

Lao Song still heard about the witch dance. After nodding and instructing Xiao Wang to get in the car quickly, he said regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't have a kimono here. However, I can barely help you beat the drums----"

"No need. Someone helps me beat the drums."

Smiling lightly and charmingly, he looked back and waved his hands on the stage: "Meteor, come here, come here."

After hearing the name Meteor, Old Song immediately thought of the TV series "Meteor Garden", which looked like handsome custard nipples.

But when "Meteor" came over with a bit of temptation, Old Song suspected that there was a problem with his eyes.

Can't help but blurt out cursing: "Wocao, when can the beggar be called by this name?"

A scumbag immediately became unwilling: "Is the beggar as handsome as me? Boss, I said you are insulting my personality. Lightness, can you help others to perform when they insult me?"

The corners of Old Song's mouth twitched.

He didn't dare to scold anymore, and only scolded in his heart: "The beggars are better dressed than you, right? That's how you are ---- hold your hand for a long time, isn't this little beauty a beggar?"

Facts have proved that Lao Song's eyes are quite useful.

Because he saw with his own eyes, the timid little exotic beauty, holding the beggar’s arm, pouting her mouth, and asking coquettishly: "Meteor, do you want to eat?"

Lao Song was taken aback again, and once again he shook the grass secretly. The little beauty danced, isn't she raising this beggar for dinner?

Seeing that the food is particularly tempting, Li Nanfang decided to forgive Lao Song's insult and nodded vigorously to signal special thoughts.

But when he smiled lightly, he shook his head vigorously after Xiao Wang took the waist drum in his hand and hung it around his neck.

The reason for Li Nanfang's refusal is simple.

who is he?

The world's first scumbag!

The beauties around you are like clouds, and there are countless wealth. As long as you show the name of the scumbag, no matter where you go, you will be treated like foreign guests. How can you be on stage for a meal of minced meat?

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

You just hit it.

Fight as you like.

You hit you, I jump mine.

As long as we can fool around with money, it’s not a dream for you to pretend to be uncle----

Li Nanfang admitted that his firm belief, the lightness of twisting his waist when he was acting as a coquettish disintegration, had to sigh for a long time and worry about food.

The beautiful host who was very disdainful of Lao Song's decision, seeing that he was the boss, had no choice but to pinch his nose, smile and announce to the audience: "Next, I would like to invite a light lady from Dongyang to perform a witch dance for everyone."

"A girl from Dongyang? Ah, no, a lady? A lady in her forties or her fifties?"

"Let's get down now. Don't stain our eyes anymore."

"Oh, I accidentally watched the performance here, but my aesthetics went wrong. It was a tragedy."

Because those younger sisters danced so well, there were only four or five people left in the audience of dozens of people-young people who really had nowhere to play.

Even though they only have four or five people, but the noise they make can catch up with the effect of five hundred ducks.

When the beautiful host heard it, the corners of her mouth twitched, almost revealing the nature of a shrew, her hands pinched her waist and screamed and scolded her aunt!

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

"Wocao, why do you come up with a beggar?"

"Ha, he still has a waist drum around his waist. Is this going to show us how to beggars?"

"Fourth, come and have a look. Learn a little bit. How can I continue to live when I am miserable in the future."

The ghost knows what's going on.

Just now when the group of openly dressed and enchanting little beauties stretched out their arms and kicked their legs, the fourth and the rest were too lazy to look again, ran to the side and squatted on the flowerbed to smoke, but when they heard their companions chanting, they said there were beggers here. After showing up how to ask for a meal, they ran back immediately.

Begging Huazi to perform on stage, but urbanites have never thought of it.

In particular, this beggar is not an actor, but a kind of fake, full of "poor" sourness, isn't it?

This is a rarity.

Everyone has to join in and have some fun.

Seeing the audience quickly gathered, there were hundreds of people in the blink of an eye, and the corners of the beautiful host's mouth began to twitch.

She highly suspects that all the people in the prosperous Huaxia are suffering from the deceitful stinky disease, do not eat good meals, let alone appreciate beauty.

However, as long as she can attract people, complete the tasks assigned by the business, and achieve the desired effect, she is still wondering whether to wander for half a year before returning to the stage----

"I have been away from the rivers and lakes for many years, but this charm has not diminished a little. Look, I just stop by like this, without a fart, and the audience quickly gathered to cheer."

Just when Li Nanfang was intoxicated by his super charm and could hardly extricate himself from it, he came onto the stage lightly.

There is no kimono for dancing witch dances here, and the lightness does not want to make his face pale white, with silkworm eyebrows and cherry mouths painted-because Meteor said that he likes girls with plain faces the most, that has a sense of reality.

She just used a red silk to pull up her hair high, but it fell down like a waterfall, revealing the crystal-clear neck, making her slap face look smaller, but her eyes bigger, coupled with timidity The smile is completely an elf from anime.

The clothes she wore were actually not much better than Li Nanfang, and it was unreasonable to break under the wind and sun.

Because of the shrinkage, the trousers and sleeves are much shorter, and the healthy luster of the calves and the snowy skin on the wrists can be seen clearly.

Sometimes, Li Nanfang wondered.

We are all human beings, wandering on the sea for so many days, suffering from the wind and sun, why his skin almost turned into carbon, his beard also pierced his cheeks crazy, but the lightness is still delicate and tender like white flowers , Shui Ling?

God, it's simply unfair.

Just as Li Nanfang came here with emotion, he suddenly felt something wrong.

The group of ducks who "worship" him, noisy, no, the audience, why are they dumb?

Beautiful and delicious.

The old ancestors invented this idiom back then, not just thinking about it, but after a long period of market research----

The more natural the beauty, the better the appetizing effect.

Therefore, the long-lost beauty suddenly appeared before and after the eyes of the public, which immediately aroused their best memories: "I think back then, no matter where you go, you can see the real beauties. They are pink and willow trees and green, each has its own advantages. Now on the street, the uniform face with awl, panda eyes and red lips, he thinks it is beautiful, but it is really nauseating."

Not only was the audience deep in the fond memories, but even Li Nanfang was as suspicious as the first time I saw Li Qing: "Could it be that I was blind in the past? Otherwise, I didn't realize that this girl was like this. The beauty? There is both Rouer's innocence and silent timidity."

dance to tune.

Under the sun and in the breeze, wearing "coarse clothes", showing crystal clear calves, snow-skinned wrists, light-looking Miura hair, bends his left knee, slender waist and half twisted, his left hand stretched forward in a pinch-like shape, and his right hand held high. The big red fan flew over the head with trembling butterfly wings.

Miko dance.

After dancing this dance lightly, everyone on the scene felt the mysterious and weird breath from a foreign land in an instant.

The witches in the sun are dancing.

But, whose shrine maiden is so pure and timid?

Li Qing had removed the shoes, and the slender right toe hit the ground. When the waist slowly turned halfway again, he whispered, "Meteor, beat the drum."

Boom!

Boom, boom boom!

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

He had never appreciated the witch dance, and had never even heard of it before. Of course, he could not talk about playing this kind of drumming.

But since Li Qing let him play the drums, let's play it.

What's more, before coming to the stage, Qing Ying also said that he can't play drums, it's okay, he beats him, she dances hers, and doesn't interfere with each other.

But is this really the case?

will not.

On the stage, the young men and women who have been together for more than a few months, from a certain perspective, have already had a certain degree of spiritual communication.

So when Li Nanfang, who didn’t understand the shit, slapped his drums indiscriminately, he wanted to ignore the lightness of his existence, and was soon interfered by him—knees bent, twisted, raised hands and nodded, speeding up immediately, come Match his drumbeat.

Boom!

咚咚, 咚咚咚!

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

gradually!

The drums were monotonous, dull, without any sense of rhythm, like a sledgehammer, hitting the hearts of everyone on the scene.

The soul is trembling with it!

The light speed is getting faster and faster, the breathing becomes thicker, and the heartbeat is flustered.

She wanted to tell Li Nanfang not to beat the drums so fast, let alone so powerful!

Because she couldn't control the dance, she could only passively step on his drums to make corresponding movements.

But----she couldn't open her mouth.

As if she was involved in an invisible vortex, the pressure of the water made her unable to open her mouth, and could only rotate and revolve with the high-speed rotating water stream.

Even more frightening to Lily, not only was she unable to escape from Li Nanfang's drumbeat, but she also had hallucinations.

She saw!

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

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

"I'm dying."

The brain was blank, the lightness that was completely controlled by the drumbeat, suddenly had this idea.

In front of him, a clearer vortex appeared.

Black, swirl.

She was in the high-speed rotating water, not even a willow leaf.

The whiskers of that black dragon were several times longer than her height.

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

咚----

Just as Li Qing felt that his heart was about to explode, and when the fragrance disappeared, the drums suddenly softened.

Suddenly, a white shadow appeared in the center of the whirlpool.

Is that a woman?

Or a girl?

About twenty years old, white clothes like snow, slender figure, slender hair and shawl, looks very otherworldly, but his face is full of arrogance, his mouth is slightly curled, eyebrows are raised, eyes slanted----look At the black dragon.

The originally extremely arrogant black dragon immediately undergone a qualitative change. The eyes looking at the woman in white clothes were extremely gentle, her movements gently shook her head and tail, and the roar also turned into a clear dragon chant.

Suddenly, lightness emerged from the black whirlpool and was in the sun. On the green lawn, there was a stream with colorful rays gurgling around, and various butterflies danced gracefully.

Boom.

Boom, boom.

The drumbeat was gentle, like a lover's hand, stroking the light hair, so that the boiling blood and restless heart quickly returned to normal.

Then she saw Li Nanfang.

Li Nanfang was also looking at her, beside Li Qing, his eyes were gentle ---- that was the woman who was watching him for generations.

He walked around her slowly, and when the drum beat fell, it happened to cater to the light dance.

Qin Se, He Ming.

Perfect connection, there is never a hint of jerky.

This is the lightness of a witch dance in the university, trained thousands of times, and I have never felt like it.

Her eyes flowed, the corners of her mouth were smiling, and she was dancing lightly----

The song is over.

After a long while, there was thunderous applause.

Banknotes, flying ----

Unknowingly, there were already thousands of people gathered in front of the stage, with their raised faces with an intoxicating look.

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

Those who say this just regard the sourness of the flesh as noble.

"I must get her, just tonight!"

Zhuang Dahai in the crowd turned his head suddenly when he made up his mind.

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

That figure is especially like the maid, Wen Yanwu, next to Wang Zhuangqing, the contemporary Youtan in Misty Township.

It is also the woman he has "beaten" his godmother many times, wanting to accept her as a concubine, but has repeatedly been solemnly rejected, so that Brother Dahai has never forgotten so far.

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