On Sunday, Wang Ping finished her homework and had nothing to do. When she saw the ticket that He Zhihui gave her in return after receiving her gift, she ran to the theater in the city. There was a youth dance competition in Province S. He Zhihui relied on her previous participation in the Jiangzhou Event.

Ranked first in the city in the Youth Dance Competition, and represented Jiangzhou City with several other girls.

Wang Ping had never been to a theater in her previous life. She always felt that the high-end and classy place in the theater seemed to be far away from her. She was of a class like her and couldn't understand any plays or operas. Watching movies was already very enjoyable.

Consumption. But this time, the finals of the Provincial Youth Dance Competition were held at the Jiangzhou Theater. One of the judges was the teacher from the Beijing Dance Academy that He Zhihui really wanted to be admitted to.

When Wang Ping arrived, the game was already going on, and there was a little music coming out through the heavy door. She was hesitant to open the door and go in, but she was afraid that it would be too conspicuous, which made her feel embarrassed.

At this time, several young girls with heavy makeup ran quickly behind her. When Wang Ping turned around, she saw them running to the other corner and entering through the back door.

Wang Ping thought for a while and followed them in. She pushed open the inconspicuous little door in the corner, and heard chirping sounds from inside. It turned out that she had followed them directly into the back door of the stage.

Wang Ping was lucky. He Zhihui just glanced at her and spotted her as soon as she showed her head.

"Wang Ping!" He Zhihui, who was still preparing her makeup backstage, waved towards her and said with a smile. "Why did you come directly to the backstage?"

Wang Ping stuck out her tongue and pointed at the group of girls who ran in in front of her and said, "I came late. I was embarrassed to go through the front door. I happened to see them and followed them in. I didn't know this was the backstage before."

He Zhihui smiled: "Since we are here, let's play backstage for a while." She paused and said softly to Wang Ping, "This time we took advantage of the host. The teacher arranged our program at the last one.

Come on. When I go to the waiting room, you can sneak up to the front and cheer for me."

Wang Ping was about to happily agree when she saw a girl suddenly running out of the fitting room, holding a white skirt in her hand, and shouted anxiously: "Which of you has torn my skirt!"

Everyone turned to look at her. At first glance, Wang Ping felt that the girl looked very familiar, as if she had seen her before. But she couldn't remember it. It seemed that she was not someone she knew. Her face had already been painted.

She had put on makeup, but now she had a pale face, her eyes were reddish, and her lips were pursed tightly. She didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or anger. You could see a slight tremor, but she tried her best to hold it back. She clenched her hands into fists and looked around at everyone.

But after everyone just glanced at her, they turned around and went about doing their own things, putting on makeup, warming up, and chatting, as if nothing had happened.

When Wang Ping saw He Zhihui, she turned around and continued to put on makeup. She couldn't help but pull her and asked softly: "Who is she? Why are you ignoring her?"

While He Zhihui applied blush on herself skillfully, she replied in the mirror: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know how to help." After saying this, she put on the blush, put down the brush, looked back and said

The girl who stood there frozen said in a low voice: "She came from out of town to participate in the competition, and I don't know her. It's not that I don't want to help, but there's really nothing I can do about this kind of thing. Our clothes must match."

For the show, I was afraid of getting dirty and it was inconvenient to wear, so I changed it last. The teacher helped me choose such formal competition clothes a few months ago. I guess the same is true for her. There is no extra.

You can lend her clothes, but even if I give her my clothes to wear first, they probably won’t match the effect of her show.” He Zhihui pointed to the bright red floor-length silk hanging on the clothes rack nearby.

Long skirt.

Wang Ping also knew that what He Zhihui said made sense, but the girl's face looked very familiar. She couldn't help but look at it a few more times. At this moment, the girl also understood that she was grabbing her clothes and asking who had torn her clothes.

It's all in vain. No one will admit that he did it or is willing to reach out to help him. They just stand there, lips pursed, holding back the tears, stubbornly refusing to expose his weak side to others.

.

Wang Ping thought about it and couldn't bear it. She remembered that she had encountered this kind of situation before she was reborn, that kind of powerlessness, that kind of being ignored by everyone, and not knowing what to do, so she walked over and asked: "Are you okay?

Well, is there anything I can help with?"

The girl stood there blankly, shook her head dejectedly, and smiled uglier than crying at Wang Ping's kind question: "Thank you, forget it, it's useless. I have to play the game next, even if there is

I didn’t have time to mend my sewing, so I originally wanted to ask someone who had extra clothes that I could lend them..."

She looked at the reactions of the people around her. Except for Wang Ping, everyone was busy with their own business. It seemed that no one heard the girl's words, so she smiled bitterly and said, "But even if you can borrow it, everyone performs different shows and artistic conceptions."

They are not harmonious, and they also clash with others, so the gains outweigh the losses..." After speaking, her voice dropped, unwilling to speak again.

Wang Ping thought for a while and asked: "Then what are you going to do? By the way, what are you dancing for?"

The girl glanced at Wang Ping and replied feebly: "Ballet solo, Death of the Swan. I'm really dead now..."

Ballet, Death of the Swan?

Wang Ping had never seen the dance of "The Death of the Swan" before, but she still understood the word "ballet". She glanced at the white skirt that the girl was holding in her hands. She didn't recognize it as a tutu because it was bunched up before.

, taking a closer look at this time, a thought suddenly came to her mind: "Lend me your clothes again?"

Hearing this, the girl handed over her dress. Wang Ping took it and unfolded it. She found that there was a big hole in the lower half of the gauze skirt. It was not obvious before, but when she thought that if she wore it, it would be illuminated by the light in the center of the stage.

It must be extremely ugly.

Wang Ping thought for a while and asked again: "Do you still want this skirt?"

The girl had probably given up completely at this point. She waved her hand in frustration, signaling Wang Ping to help herself.

When Wang Ping saw this, she gritted her teeth and decided to become a doctor. She simply tore off the lower half of the dress with a squeaking sound. Her movements were so large that most of the people in the background were shocked.

Even the girl raised her head in surprise and looked at Wang Ping in confusion and asked: "What...are you doing?"

Wang Ping handed her the clothes in front of everyone's surprised eyes: "Go put it on and try it on." Then she took off the big white silk scarf around her neck and handed it to her as well: "Wrap this around your waist.

"

When Wang Ping talked about this, the girl gradually understood. Her eyes gradually brightened, but she still took the skirt and scarf handed over by Wang Ping doubtfully: "Okay, I'll try it." She said

He quickly ran into the fitting room.

He Zhihui also walked up to Wang Ping at this time and said with some confusion: "Is this okay?"

Wang Ping shook her head. In fact, she didn't have much confidence. If her mother hadn't been holding her tightly until she put on a scarf before letting her go out, Wang Ping wouldn't have been so lucky to have predicted this.

A white gauze scarf that looks extremely earthy in her eyes can also be used for this purpose. But the effect depends on how well the girl wears it.

The inspiration for this also came from the photos that her colleagues in her previous life showed her when they came back from a trip to the beach in Sanya. They were also loosely wrapped with a large silk scarf under a one-piece swimsuit. They were extremely beautiful under the blue sky and blue sea, which made her feel so beautiful at that time.

I was so envious.

In later generations, there is nothing novel about this way of dressing up, especially when traveling to the beach for vacation. But more than ten years ago, it was still bold and strange in front of a group of junior high school students who were blinded by information.

While everyone was still suspicious, there was a noise in the dressing room. Suddenly, Wang Ping's eyes lit up. The girl's graceful figure was covered by a thin gauze, revealing her slender and straight legs, which were vaguely visible as she moved.

, like a swan with broken wings, but still elegant and outstanding.

What was originally just a normal ballet skirt turned into a more elegant and elegant dress with a touch of specialness. At this time, He Zhihui couldn't help but speak. She gave a more pertinent suggestion: "Try a few moves and see.

Is that okay?”

The girl nodded after hearing this. She put on her ballet shoes, stood on tiptoe, folded her arms, and slowly turned in a circle: "Oh my god, that's great, no problem at all!" She was about to speak, but suddenly she heard

Someone ran in from the front and shouted: "No. 17, No. 17, hurry up, you will be here soon!"

The girl hurried over and before going out, she turned back to Wang Ping and smiled: "Thank you so much!"

She laughed sincerely, and the moment she ran away, Wang Ping suddenly remembered who she was!

It's her?

No wonder it looks so familiar!

An announcement came from the stage in front: "Here is Contestant No. 17 Liu Sisi from the capital, performing the dance ballet "Death of the Swan"."

He Zhihui bumped Wang Ping's arm and teased: "Don't you go and take a look, costume designer? I didn't know you were so discerning before. It's not easy to dance this song well. You go and wait for me in front, and

With five people, it’s time for me to come on stage.”

Wang Ping nodded to her: "Then I'll go take a look. Come on!"

She slowly slipped out from the backstage. Fortunately, except for the bright lights above the stage, the rest of the theater was dark. Wang Ping slipped directly from the corner of the backstage into the audience without attracting too much attention.

She randomly found an empty seat and sat down. The soothing music had started. Under the light blue stage effect, the sound of the cello was sad and moving. A beam of white chasing light hit Liu Sisi's body. She was seen fanning her arms.

The arms and graceful expression showed a strong desire and love for life. However, no matter how difficult the struggle was, the dying swan still slowly fell down...

Wang Ping stared at the girl on the stage, but her memory had already drifted back to the year in her previous life when she slipped and was transferred into the manhole. That Liu Sisi had starred in many costume films, and with her high popularity, she not only became one of the first-line stars of the new generation.

A female star, she was also selected as one of the New Four Xiaohuadan. Her acting career is in full swing.

Violent applause suddenly rang out. It turned out that Liu Sisi had already stood up to take the curtain call. Wang Ping woke up from her memories and hurriedly applauded with everyone. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, monthly vote, your
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