Over there, Xu Wen finally walked out of her sadness. She wiped the cold tears from her face and felt sorry for her loss of composure. "Sorry, I've lost my composure, until now..."

She pointed to her heart, "I can't calm down here yet. Ye Jian, you are really great. The first time I saw Jianwu, I saw tears when I saw it."

It’s like Ye Jian traveling through time and space by herself, dancing for this famous song with her own personal experience.

Ye Jian didn't care whether she could be selected. She just liked the song "Ten Faces" from the bottom of her heart. The passion of war and the sadness in the end touched her deeply.

He stood up with a sword, and what appeared in his mind was his comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with her and were not afraid of life. As for whether she looked good or not, it was not within her consideration.

But if it achieves the effect and resonates with it, it will naturally be more perfect.

"That's it. When your pipa arrives, we will join in the song again. I will practice it myself these days. You two don't have to accompany me anymore. I have found the feeling that I can practice alone while listening."

Ye Jian took the sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He danced too much, and his feelings did not restrain themselves at all. After a song, he felt like he had been training for several hours. He was not tired but felt happy.

Song Zhiqiu's eyes were slightly lowered, and then he smiled, "Okay, I'll come back after you come on stage." At that time, it will be even more amazing and shocking.

Xu Wen, who was red-eyed, said, "I don't want to see you every day. Just you are like this. I'm afraid that I will cry every time I see you, it will be too embarrassing."

If you can dance to people's hearts, it is definitely as Song Zhiqiu said that he will definitely not lose the election.

If you can choose, it is naturally good. If Ye Jian is not selected, there will be no regrets. She just likes it simply, likes the golden swords and iron horses inside, and likes the heroic battles around the enemies inside. She just likes it simply, even if there is no audience.

In the next three days, Ye Jian would take an hour every day, lock himself in the music and sports room and practice over and over again, wielding the long sword in his hand over and over again, using the sword as a gun, recalling his side-by-side battle with his comrades, and recalling every bit of it with J5.

Xu Wen's pipa took a week to transport it from Beijing to school, tuned the strings and tried it to the end, and played it "crankly". The sound flowed through the microphone and then expanded to the speaker. The sound was so powerful that it was more powerful than the play in the CD machine. One person played a sword dance, and the music and physical room became the battlefield for two people. When the song ended, the two people could not speak for a long time.

The person's heart trembled, and the person's eyes danced red.

Until the screening of each class's program, the two only collaborated four times. After each episode, the two of them had a great ups and downs. Xu Wen's feelings were driven by Ye Jian, and Ye Jian was driven by "The Ten-Side Ambush" pointed out by Xu Wen. That kind of tacit understanding and touch of the soul was even more tiring than the training that day.

After working together for only four times, the two of them never practiced again.

He Jing saw the students in other classes tensely rehearsing several times, but the two in their dormitory didn't take it seriously at all. She was still a little worried and reminded her several times implicitly.

In exchange for Xu Wen's wave of his hand and said, "We know what we know!"

She and Ye Jian knew it, but Liu Yang didn't know it.

In five programs in the class, Xu Wen can occasionally see rehearsals for his solo dance, but he has not seen the rehearsals for Le and Jian at once. When there were four days before the screening of the program, he caught two people and asked about this after the evening self-study get out of class.
Chapter completed!