This is not the first time that He Peiyuan showed off her dancing skills to her boyfriend, but in the past, she just posed or turned around twice, and it was not as happy and generous as when we were just friends and had fun at KTV. But today, the girl really spared no effort, classical

, opera, ethnic, for a while the feet were gently circling and the waist was softly rubbed, for a while he was slowly squatting and kneeling, and then a semi-finished wavy waist was formed, and then there was a light and gathered split-leg jump... suddenly a jump of almost 180

Du kept his legs upright for a second or two before collapsing, making Yang Jingxing look like a gorilla on the sofa with his abdomen and chest raised.

In fact, He Peiyuan basically has no dancing skills, but her flexibility is indeed very good, especially in the waist. Moreover, there is no music accompaniment in this dance, so there is no need to pay attention to any coherent rhythm, so she used her talent to dance that she had been exposed to as a child.

Those little things put together are enough to shock the lay audience.

Yang Jingxing watched intently, with only his neck following the actor's movements.

It only lasted a little more than two minutes. The actor finally ran a few steps in front of the TV in the posture of Chang'e flying to the moon. He slowly gathered his limbs to calm down, then turned slightly to face the audience sideways, and finally posed with his right hand behind his back and his left hand.

Orchid refers to the classic opera pose of half-hiding the face, panting slightly and expressing affection with an eyebrow.

In the opinion of people in the industry, this dance should be on the same level as the few measures of He Peiyuan's "Sonata in C sharp minor" in the eyes of performers.

Yang Jingxing was still in a state of intoxication. After the actor maintained his finishing pose for a while, he finally realized what he was doing and clapped with his hands closely aligned.

At the end of the performance, the actor moved like a rabbit and suddenly jumped towards the sofa. His body also lost its flexibility and pressed upright against the audience's body. The girl's legs kicked outside the cushion, and her face was stuck between the audience's arms and the cushion.

, burying his head in threats: "Isn't it beautiful?"

After feeling his girlfriend's breathing for a while, Yang Jingxing felt a little resentful: "It's really hard to challenge Yuanyuan's beauty, but it's so high all of a sudden..."

The girl bent her legs and put her knees on the cushion. She almost sat up on her knees with a wave of her waist. She kept her hair disheveled to give the composer a little more confidence.

Yang Jingxing observed with despair: "I will never be able to convey to the audience even half of the enjoyment I had just now."

He Peiyuan reasoned: "Vision and hearing are different."

"It's not a matter of vision and hearing." Yang Jingxing was still feeling: "It's emotion, mind, thinking and imagination, which stimulates memory and is related to personality..."

He Peiyuan might as well pull her hair: "There are not so many."

Yang Jingxing means: "I feel Yuanyuan's dance, which makes me feel that I love you so much. It's enough for me to recall from all angles for a lifetime. It makes me want to talk but also be silent, want to show off but also want to collect, want to think but also want to let go.

I want to go to bed but also want to sit like this all night... This must be the feeling when my heart melts!"

He Peiyuan looked straight at the man, firmly pushed her hair behind her ears, and then hugged him condescendingly, so decisive and strong.

The first few seconds were almost indifferent, but the heating process was really fast. This time, Yang Jingxing couldn't stand it: "Stop, stop..."

"Never stop!" He Peiyuan simply took revenge: "Yes!"

"Wait a minute." Yang Jingxing was so frightened that he grabbed the girl's hand: "I have an idea!"

He Peiyuan also braked suddenly, but she was a little reluctant: "Really?"

There was still someone pressing on him, so Yang Jingxing also sat up directly, and then he hugged the girl in an unromantic way, holding the girl with one hand, stood up, took three steps, then two steps to open the door of the piano room, and then put the girl down not very gently.

, he immediately sat down and raised the keyboard cover, then put his hands down. After a while of tinkling, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?"

There were only dozens of notes. He Peiyuan was still in shock and was still arranging her appearance. She could only guess: "Two voices?"

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "How is it?"

He Peiyuan grinned slightly but was still a little shy: "Challenge beauty?"

"Don't dare if you're not ready." Yang Jingxing said seriously: "Challenge part first."

He Peiyuan lowered her head to check her clothes and seemed a little worried: "Wow?"

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "What I haven't been able to break through is how to show off Yuanyuan's legs. The key is two legs. I've tried symmetry and reflection, but I still feel it's not enough. It's too flat and too static. The way you raised your legs just now

The movement woke me up. I raised my leg to expose a section of my calf, which is so beautiful..." Play it again.

He Peiyuan, who had been indifferent a minute ago, was now a lady. She continued to smooth her hair and sat down gently, watching and listening carefully.

There were changes this time, it was lengthened, and the composer himself seemed more satisfied: "What does it feel like?"

He Peiyuan touched her knees through the costume and nodded slightly hesitantly: "A little bit..."

"Bring me my computer." The composer was so arrogant now: "We'll be done today!"

He Peiyuan pursed her lips and got up, but when she came back she had already turned on the computer and brought in the power supply.

Yang Jingxing couldn't wait any longer: "Listen to one more section."

He Peiyuan placed things gently, but she still had some skills: "Symmetrical..." She smiled.

Yang Jingxing still finished playing: "Does my wife have long legs?"

He Peiyuan stood up straight together: "...But, it's a bit thick." She pouted again.

"This is called fullness." The composer quibbled: "The hemp pole looks good? Listen again..."

Hey, the two voices are quite similar to just now. Could it be said that the composer has really exhausted his talent and embarked on his own path? He Peiyuan nodded after listening: "It's a little different?"

"Why is it different?" Yang Jingxing was full of expectations.

He Peiyuan is probably blind

Meng: "Slimer..."

"The bare legs before." The composer looked very smug: "These are wearing clothes."

You said it sounded so nice before, but in the end you are still a stinky hooligan! He Peiyuan was so surprised that she pursed her lips so much that her nostrils were blocked. She reached out and grabbed the composer's arm with both hands: "Uh-huh..." He hummed for a while, okay.

It didn't use any force on my hands.

The composer is also very particular: "Guess what color it is?"

He Peiyuan had already put her chin on her boyfriend's shoulder, but that wasn't enough. She took another step forward, kissed her lips to her ears and whispered, "Black."

"What I think of is white." The composer also respects the audience's own thoughts, and then: "What I think of black is like this..."

This part didn't feel so similar anymore, but there was nothing particularly weird about it. However, He Peiyuan felt her whole body squirm, her legs seemed to have no place to move, her hands had to find a place to rest, and her neck felt uncomfortable, so she finally hugged her from the side.

Boyfriend's waist.

Yang Jingxing is now obsessed with creation: "How does it feel to compare the three sections?"

He Peiyuan's voice was like a mosquito: "I looked like I was wearing a wah-wah, I'm sorry..."

"Are you embarrassed to talk to your husband?" Yang Jingxing said sternly: "Go and get it."

He Peiyuan struggled to get up. The self-created dance was really tiring. She leaned on the door frame and became weak when she walked to the door: "Husband, accompany me to choose..."

The girl still had the strength to go up the stairs. With her boyfriend holding her legs with one hand, it was difficult for her to keep her upper body balanced, but she couldn't let go of her worries: "Husband, don't use too much force, the marks will not look good... You don't know anything about music."

Irresponsible.”

Yang Jingxing nodded and changed his arms to the princess: "I'm responsible."

He Peiyuan coquettishly said: "You bring food to your wife so late. Her beautiful legs are already a bit thick..."

Yang Jingxing was not sentimental at all: "Let's finish the work first and then you can eat."

"Then you don't want to challenge beauty?" The girl also shook her feet.

Yang Jingxing laughed: "The way to win is not only to improve your own strength, but also to fatten your opponent..."

It was a beautiful idea, but He Peiyuan wanted to go on a hunger strike and get on the treadmill.

In fact, there are not many choices hidden deep in the cloakroom, at least for women who want to create art. There are only four pairs that have been worn and three pairs that have not been opened. Someone perverted and tore several pairs away.

How about a pair? Do you want socks? How about crew socks?

Yang Jingxing collected all the photos, they are all very good inspiration!

He Peiyuan still needs to wear nail polish, which one should she choose? She was so sad after being persuaded by the composer. You just don’t want to show your best self. How many opportunities do people have to polish their nails?

Don't be in a hurry when you return to the piano room. He Peiyuan has to look at the existing materials on the computer first. Music scores sometimes look more beautiful than they sound. Oh, it's not easy to be a composer. It's a "Wow" project, and the materials are numbered.

Already from 001 to 042.

Because someone wanted to point his face and did not directly name the material, He Peiyuan had to distinguish it by herself. However, the idea was fixed. It must be either the legs or the socks. It should be easy to guess.

Hey, it’s not easy either. He Peiyuan looked at a short single-line melody upside down for a long time and still couldn’t figure it out. She didn’t want prompts and was anxious... She had no choice but to say: “Don’t say it, just point it out.

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How to point this? The composer himself was embarrassed. He thought for a moment before clicking between the girl's legs.

He Peiyuan immediately raised her fist: "No!"

Yang Jingxing had better use his mouth: "This is the gap between the legs..."

He Peiyuan stood up and checked, and there was no gap. Oh, it turns out that the composer also wanted to express a sense of dynamics, such as sitting down, or the process of putting on and taking off clothes.

The process of putting on and taking off? How does this work? Unexpectedly, He Peiyuan gradually transitioned from "bare legs" to "white" or "black"?

But it’s not that easy. Among all the ideas, the ones I played before are the simplest. They are static. But putting them on and taking them off is too complicated. Do you need to bend your legs when putting them on? How do you sit down?

Or standing? After wearing one, does it become static? The other becomes dynamic...

The more she looked at the inspiration that the composer had prepared, the more interested and serious He Peiyuan became. How to express this bent leg? How to bend the melody? Shorten the length and intensify the upward and downward movement?

Yang Jingxing was very disdainful. That was the way ordinary composers did it. He was a talented composer who had real objects to see and touch. Of course, he used the other one as background and comparison to express it. At the same time, the changes in the front and rear lines of the curved one were

It’s different, so the temporary idea is to deal with it like this, first pay attention to the modulation...

He Peiyuan is very rigorous. After listening to the piano, she has to pull up her costume to look at her legs, bending and stretching her legs. Her own perspective is not very good. After trying hard to look at it from the side, she still has doubts: "I used to think that my legs were just average."
To be continued...