Ye Hanzhi has been in the theater since he was a child, and has been immersed in it. Although he is not very good, he has a very sharp eye and is very picky.
No matter how fast Tang Zhixi learns, she still has no foundation in opera. Moreover, in two hours, the senior sister can only teach so much.
So the only way is to practice this section repeatedly.
Ye Hanzhi came back after seeing off his senior sister. He saw that Tang Zhixi had been practicing without taking a break, so he opened a bottle of water for her and said, "Have a rest."
"No need." Tang Zhixi took it and took a sip, "I'll do it again and you watch."
Ye Hanzhi took the water she handed over smoothly and said: "Okay."
And within the next hour, Tang Zhixi didn't finish the eight-minute scene, and Ye Hanzhi was really picking out the details for her step by step.
And every time you correct something, you have to start over from the beginning.
"Usually a female actor's sword finger and little finger should be raised." Ye Hanzhi stood not far behind her, holding a mobile phone and controlling the music.
"Like this?" Tang Zhixi did as he was told.
"Bend down a little more."
"so?"
"Yes." Ye Hanzhi stood close and found a mole on the inside of her right ring finger. He took another look and said warmly, "Be gentle and don't be too strong. This paragraph is to persuade the king to drink, listen to music and dance to relieve his worries.
The reason for worrying is not to fight."
Tang Zhixi: "."
"Bend your right leg a little more and tighten your waist a little more."
Tang Zhixi did as he said, then looked at him behind her in the mirror and said, "I can't take it back."
With this voice, Ye Hanzhi always felt that she was going to fight with him. He smiled, walked closer, and used his mobile phone to hold her waist: "This is it."
Tang Zhixi's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her head and glanced at her waist. Ye Hanzhi just politely supported it with his mobile phone and took it away.
"Look in the mirror." Ye Hanzhi looked in the mirror and said, "Just stay in this position for one minute. Muscle memory."
Tang Zhixi looked at the mirror for a while and then said: "Oh."
It really verified what his senior sister said, "He is the best at picking on mistakes." Ye Hanzhi's voice was gentle and patient, but very strict.
In his eyes, the movements are not even the slightest bit wrong.
Fortunately, Tang Zhixi was very adaptable to his strict method and was very cooperative.
"The sword should be placed in this position. Use force on your wrist. When dancing the sword, walk forward and take a smaller step." Ye Hanzhi found that as soon as she moved the two swords, within ten seconds, she would involuntarily exert force, with a wave of force.
In a quack-like manner, he said, "The movements should be gentler. For this debut movement, the arms should be higher and in this position."
Ye Hanzhi said, holding her wrist with the back of his hand.
Tang Zhixi's hair was a little loose, and the strands of hair on her forehead were wet with sweat. She raised her eyes and looked at his hand, and responded softly.
"Let's take a break."
"Not tired." While saying this, Tang Zhixi suddenly picked up the hem of her clothes and wanted to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
But halfway through, he noticed Ye Hanzhi's surprised look and silently put it down.
Ye Hanzhi really didn't want to look at her, but her movement was too sudden and he didn't realize it, so he accidentally saw a section of her white waist.
He immediately looked away, turned around and went to get the paper. Holding the paper in his hand, Ye Hanzhi exerted a little force on his hand, and then quickly regained his composure.
As if he didn't see anything, he handed the paper to Tang Zhixi: "Wipe the sweat."
Tang Zhixi pulled two pieces and wiped them: "Go on."
"Um."
In the evening, the two of them had dinner together nearby, rested for a while, and then went back to the practice room together.
After correcting all the movements, Tang Zhixi also has a good memory and muscle memory. Almost every corrected place will no longer make mistakes.
You just need to practice it over and over again.
proficiency, feeling
Ye Hanzhi just looked at her, played music for her, and occasionally reminded her.
The casual clothes Tang Zhixi wore today were a little slim-fitting and showed off her figure. Her waist was thin and her legs were long and her skin was white. Maybe it was because of her dancing skills. Her waist was very soft and her lower back was not a problem at all.
Her fingers are long and slender, her fingertips are beautiful, and every gesture she makes has a unique sense of beauty.
The voice of the opera came from the speakers: "Success or failure is the moment. Drink with peace of mind and sit in the treasure tent."
Tang Zhixi turned around, and Ye Hanzhi suddenly said with a faint light in his eyes: "Zhixi, look at me."
The lights in the practice room were very bright, and Tang Zhixi's skin was so white that it reflected light. She raised her eyes and looked at Ye Hanzhi. The latter's red lips were raised gently, and his eyes were smiling.
Inadvertently, Tang Zhixi suddenly bumped into his eyes, and she was stunned while keeping her original movements.
Ye Hanzhi didn't look away, watching her eyes darken little by little. Watching the crystal beads of sweat on her face, slowly flowing down, along her jawline to her neck, and then fell into her clothes.
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Two seconds later, he lowered his eyes and looked away, suppressing the impulse in his heart.
Tang Zhixi also came to her senses, stood up straight and said, "What's wrong?"
"Eye contact." Ye Hanzhi's Qingyue voice was a little hoarse, "The Overlord is sitting behind you. Remember to make eye contact in this place."
"knew."
"Do it two more times and go back."
"Um."
It was almost ten o'clock before Tang Zhixi finished.
Ye Hanzhi asked her to sweat before leaving.
"How can you be so delicate?" Tang Zhixi muttered.
Ye Hanzhi handed the paper to her. Hearing these words, he smiled and said, "Girls can be more delicate."
Tang Zhixi laughed, wiped her sweat, and tied her hair again. Then she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the practice room and looked at the night scene outside.
Ye Hanzhi was beside her quietly, without disturbing her.
After a while, Tang Zhixi said: "Why don't you learn opera?"
"When I was young, I was playful and thought it was too hard." Ye Hanzhi looked outside and said, "Later, I really couldn't learn it. My mother was a female actor and thought I had a good voice, so she always wanted to train me in this direction. But I
I really don’t have the figure, nor the talent, and I don’t look like anything else. My mother said it was quite disgusting.”
Tang Zhixi smiled and glanced sideways, her eyes lingering on his waist for a moment and said, "Very good."
"What?"
"nothing."
Ye Hanzhi didn't worry too much about what she was talking about. Seeing that she was in a good mood, he said more, and continued: "Even so, my mother endured the nausea while forcing me to learn it, and then she became even more disgusted."
The smile at the end of Tang Zhixi's eyes deepened.
"During that time, my mother and I battled wits and courage all day long, which made her angry. My father would chase me all over the yard and beat me." Ye Hanzhi smiled and said, "It wasn't until my mother discovered that my little niece was very talented.
Then he let me go and deceived my niece from my eldest brother’s house.”
"You will also be beaten?"
"No, my dad is old and can't run away from me."
Tang Zhixi held on to the handle and laughed softly.
It was the first time I saw her smiling like this. The feeling of alienation faded a little, and I was even more amazed. Ye Hanzhi looked at her sideways and thought to himself.