Yu Zhi devoted all her body and mind to training again, and sometimes she didn't have time to say hello even when she saw Shi Rui on the road.

Although Yu Zhi is very talkative on weekdays, she is afraid that the strictness of teaching is not even comparable to that of the professional teachers in the program group.

This is what you must experience as an artist, if you haven't been beaten by your husband when you were a child, not everyone can stand the taste of being sung on stage in the future.

Just after a round of rehearsals, there was silence in the training room.

The little girl in the first place took the video on the tablet in her hand and watched it over and over again.

"Shaining, what's going on here?"

"Ye Zhi, you're broken here.

"Yinian, how did you practice, why can you even forget the lyrics?" her

tone was not good, even very harsh.

Everyone is a little girl who has just come of age, even if she has learned dance before, her ability to bear it is incomparable to Yu Zhi.

So the last Yi Nian walked out of the training room without saying a word after hearing this, and didn't even pay attention to Zhu Mengci, who happened to come in from the door.

As soon as Zhu Mengci came in, he encountered such a thing, and he was a little confused and stunned for a while.

Yu Zhi pursed her lips, the training during this period of time was too high-intensity, maybe she was a little too much.

At least not to hold others to such a high standard.

The air pressure on the little girl's body gradually decreased, and this was the first time Yu Zhi had doubted her feelings.

Zhu Mengci shook his head, the little girl is still young after all, and she doesn't know how to deal with interpersonal relationships.

Ye Zhi and the others were also a little silent at this time, Zhu Mengci nodded to the two, and Ye Zhi understood that he would pull Xie Ning out of the training room.

Instantly, only the two of them were left in the room, and the camera was still running.

Yu Zhi got up to greet her almost the moment she saw Zhu Mengci, who patted her on the shoulder and leaned against the railing next to the training room.

Yu Zhi also followed.

"In a hurry?" she was like an elder talking, and her attitude was very relaxed.

Yu Zhi lowered her shoulders: "Well, the performance will be performed tomorrow afternoon, and there are still many mistakes." Zhu

Mengci is the first time I have seen this kind of emotion in her, after all, Yu Zhi has always been positive and always upward in the eyes of outsiders.

"Tired of studying art?" she said, instead of continuing the subject.

Although it was a little unexpected, but this inexplicably evoked her own memories, Yu Zhi responded: "I'm very tired, I have to practice before dawn, and I don't have a rest all day long, and I have to play the hand board if I make a slight mistake, but even this is still not the best." "

Peking Opera is a complex and profound art, singing, voice, and posture are all indispensable, and many people cannot become talents even if they work hard all their lives.

In fact, their status as artists at that time was not as high as it is now, and even in the eyes of some people, this is an indiscriminate activity, and wherever they go, they will be looked down upon, so it is even more difficult to persevere.

Although Zhu Mengci was not born in that era, he actually experienced such training more or less, and at this time he felt a little empathy, and touched the heads of the girls around him: "But they are not like you." The

age of the woman and her mother should be a few years apart, so this kind of touching inevitably reminds her of the Jiangnan woman who always coaxes her softly.

For a while, her eyes were a little wet and hot, and Yu Zhi shook her head: "I know it's different, but it will... Worry.

"Zhizhi", Zhu Mengci directly called out her nickname, and then said: "Yinian doesn't blame you, she just blames herself." "

Blame yourself?"

"Well, blame yourself for not being able to live up to your expectations and dragging down the team."

Yu Zhi seemed to understand.

They are a team, and naturally they must always be tied together, regardless of honor or disgrace.

In the troupe before, everyone was fighting on their own, and naturally there was a lot less spirit between the teams, which made her ignore it for a while.

But after thinking clearly, Yu Zhi inevitably became more anxious.

Zhu Mengci probably saw it, chuckled, and said softly: "Go ahead, don't delay the training."

"Thank you. Yu Zhi thanked her sincerely, in exchange for an encouraging look from the other party.

Yi Nian didn't go far, Yu Zhi found her in the stairwell.

At the same time, there were also Ye Zhi and the others.

Yu Zhi approached and just wanted to say something, but the girl who was a little shy stood up and said seriously: "I'm sorry Zhizhi."

Yu Zhi couldn't cope with this kind of scene, and was a little helpless for a while.

"I shouldn't have affected my training because of my private emotions, I'm sorry.

Yi Nian's expression and tone were very sincere, Yu Zhi thought about it, and hugged her: "It's me who is wrong, you are all good, it is that I don't care about your feelings, let's take our time, don't rush."

Ye Zhi and the others also stood up at this moment, and the four of them hugged each other.

The camera directly recorded this collision and reconciliation that belongs to the unique girls.

It turns out that untying the knot is a qualitative leap forward in training.

After experiencing this, several people twisted together like a rope.

Backstage on stage, on the eve of the performance, they in costumes folded their hands together and stretched out to the sky together, "Come on!"

The power of traditional culture is probably different and inspiring.

The audience at the scene thought that Yu Zhi would continue to try new things, but they didn't expect to wait for this shocking performance.

All their movements are not as decisive as hip-hop, but full of soft flavor.

Softness can also overcome rigidity, this is the best interpretation of this age.

Everyone painted exaggerated but harmonious costumes, as if they had really traveled back in time.

That era when a hundred flowers bloomed, that era when everyone could hum a few words of Peking Opera.

After the performance, Yu Zhi and the four of them gradually calmed down and waited for the comments of the instructors.

Zhu Mengci picked up the microphone and said with a little emotion: "I'm proud of you." "

Be proud of your artistic spirit.

Proud of your solidarity efforts.

I'm proud that you've presented such a perfect piece.

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