The Legendary Salted Fish of Longing Life

Chapter 403 is not perfect (one more) The legend of the yearning for life salted fish Chapter 403 is not perfect (one more). 　　 "Director Wang, you said my performance, how many points can you give?" Huang Lei said solemnly.

"Teacher Huang, to be honest, your performance is a bit...too wonderful!"

Wang Zhengyu just wanted to tell the truth, but saw Huang Lei leaning over.

Relying on a strong desire to survive, Wang Zhengyu changed his style of painting.

"Next, Song Qian!" He Jiong said.

"Below we will invite Qianqian to perform."

Song Qian is a Chinese actress, a female artist based in Asia.

"As you all know, I mainly develop as an actor, so singing is not my strong point."

Song Qian tried to sing before, but they were not very popular songs.

"Then let's give everyone a folk dance." Song Qian knew that her dance skills were relatively strong, so she took the initiative to request a folk dance.

"Then dance!" He Jiong's eyes were full of longing.

"Although I have learned Uyghur dance, Reba is here. "One Six Seven""

"I'm embarrassed to show my ugliness, so let's show everyone a Tibetan dance?"

"Wow, Qianqian is serious?"

"A talented girl!" He Jiong looked incredible.

"The Tibetans are a nation that believes in Tibetan Buddhism, so there are more songs and dances related to beliefs."

"Something different from other dances is that Tibetan dance is a form of singing and dancing where men and women must cooperate with each other, so I need a male guest."

"Huh? It seems that Qianqian is interested." Huang Lei shook his fingers.

"What? Finish this Tibetan dance with me," Song Qian said.

"Wow, this is too difficult." He Jiong said embarrassedly.

"After all, there will be Tibetan dances here, so Qianqian may be alone."

"Well, Qianqian, I don't think Tibetan dance is spread as widely as other ethnic dances, so there may be fewer people who will meet." He Jiong said.

"You may be very dominant, but..." He Jiong obviously thinks that it is impossible to find another boy who knows Tibetan dance.

"Then you can look at me?" Huang Lei stood up and gave the seaweed a few times, like a little duck that was caught.

"Uh uh..."

"Is there really no one?" Song Qian asked curiously.

"Nothing?"

At this time, Lin Heng stood up.

"Maybe me?" Lin Heng said.

"No? The Tibetan dance is not very good." Song Qian said.

"Do you really have time to learn Tibetan dance?" Huang Lei looked at Lin Heng admiringly and said.

"So, you can only give it a try?" Lin Heng said.

“Tibetans are distributed in a wide area, so the Tibetan dances we dance may not be in sync.” Lin Heng said.

"Well, it is precisely because of the different regions, so there are many different forms and styles of Tibetan dance." Song Qian said confidently.

"If that's the case, then "Guo Zhuo"? Lin Heng said.

""Guozhuo" is a dance danced on the festival celebrating the harvest, which originated from the Tibetan folk Wangguo Festival.

The Wangguo Festival is a festival for Tibetans to celebrate a good harvest. The word "wang" in the Wangguo Festival means field, and "fruit" means turning a circle.

Therefore, as a dance that will definitely be danced at the Wangguo Festival, "Guozhuo" means singing and dancing around the harvest.

Lin Heng explained the origin of "Guo Zhuo" patiently like the Tibetans.

"Wow! Then "Guo Zhuo" is really not easy." He Jiong said.

"Yes, and Tibet has a long history and a very splendid culture." Fatty also said.

"Not to mention their natural scenery, I think the humanities and history of Tibet really need to be explored."

"Ms. Xu must have been there."

"Haha" Xu chuckled.

"Yes, the Potala Palace in the holy city is really not blowing." Peng Yuchang also joined the ranks of pilgrims.

"Yes! And I think that many people go to the pilgrimage, it is really very religious." He Jiong said.

"Maybe a trip to Tibet can really purify the soul. Did you know that Tibet has more than 5,000 years of history?" Huang Lei flipped through the history book in his mind.

"The history of the Tibetans is about the same length as the history of the entire Chinese nation!?" Peng Yuchang asked curiously.

"Yes, Tibetan art forms have a very high status in the entire world!" Xu Zheng recalled everything he had observed in the Potala Palace.

"Well, let's not talk about it, let Qianqian and Heng Heng perform quickly." He Jiong stopped the stray train in time.

"let's start."

Lin Heng's body shook violently, but after a while, as if the rain stopped suddenly, his movements slowed down.

At this time, Lin Heng is more like a poet who is lyrical.

But suddenly, the slow movement just now became sturdy and brave again.

"Wow!"

"Go to fly!"

"I didn't expect Heng Heng to perform so lifelike!"

"Yes, I think this paragraph should show that Tibetan men bravely killed the enemy on the battlefield." Fatty analyzed.

And Lin Heng's movements rebounded again, unpredictable.

Song Qian joined them immediately, and the two of them waved their arms and touched them continuously.

Like the husband who is welcoming home with the daughter guarding the boudoir.

"This paragraph should be the meaning of return?" Huang Lei said, holding his chin...

"Well, I think it's an expression that the two are finally reunited." He Jiong also said.

After the performance, everyone present was impressed by the superb skills of Song Qian and Lin Heng.

"You can see Tibetan dances in the life you yearn for. It's amazing!" Two small pink dimples appeared on Dahua's face.

"It's really great!" Fatty stomped with excitement.

"I want to learn too!" Dahua said.

"You have to learn a lot." He Jiong pointed to Dahua's forehead and said.

"Don't you still want to learn from me?"

"Yes, I also want to learn from Teacher He, and I also want to learn from Brother Hengheng." Dahua couldn't help himself with excitement.

Under the pavilion, Huang Lei opened his mouth and looked at Song Qian and Lin Heng.

After a long time, until Lin Heng walked to Huang Lei's front.

Huang Lei closed his mouth, which had been open all the time.

"Heng Heng, you don't have a hidden skill, are you world-class in dance?" Huang Lei smiled and said in Lin Heng's ear.

Lin Heng smiled, patted Huang Lei on the shoulder and did not answer.

"Tibetan dance is usually performed by a group of men and women. However, because the number of people is limited, it is only me and Qianqian who complete the work together." Lin Heng said.

"So it's still not perfect."

"It's not perfect yet?!"

The Tibetan compatriots began to call for Lin Heng in the live broadcast room.

"Better than I dance~"

"I think it is many times better than what I have seen on the plateau."

"Is it possible that Lin Heng is a Tibetan?"

Across the live screen, a little girl from Lin Heng immediately searched with Tianxing 2.9.

"??"

"It seems that there is no encyclopedia of Lin Heng's husband?"

"The Tianxing search developed by Lin Heng himself, didn't he put his private personal information on it?"

...

"Waiting for my husband to reveal his skills by himself, huh ╯^╰"

"Who dares to grab my husband with me???"

"Huh? My!"

"husband!"

I don’t know who started this battle for Lin Heng...

"Don't say it, don't say it, Lin Heng's boss is covered!!!" A line of bullying in the live room warned with a big red letter.

In the mushroom house, the pen in Wang Zhengyu's hand also stopped, looking at Lin Heng and Song Qian madly.

"Ahem, if that's the case, then I'm going to record the points of both of you together." Wang Zhengyu said.

"What? I knew I was also with Heng Heng." Huang Lei said with a grumble mouth. .

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