The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Over there, Xu Wen finally got out of her grief. She wiped the cold tears on her face and felt sorry for her gaffe, "I'm sorry, I'm a little gaffe, and now..."

She pointed to her heart, "I can't calm down here yet, Ye Jian, you are really amazing. It was the first time I saw Jian Wu shed tears."

It was as if Ye Jian traveled through time and space and danced to this song with her own personal experience.

Ye Jian didn't care whether she could be selected or not, she just liked the song "House of Flying Daggers" from the bottom of her heart. She was deeply touched by that kind of wartime passion to the final sadness.

Standing up with the sword, what appeared in her mind was her comrade-in-arms, who fought side by side with her and was not afraid of life. As for whether to watch it well or not, it was not within her consideration.

But if it is said that the effect is achieved, and it resonates, it is naturally more perfect.

"That's it, we'll sing together after your Pipa arrives. I'll practice on my own for a few days. You two don't need to accompany me. I've found the feeling that I can practice while listening to it alone."

Ye Jian, who had put away the sword, picked up the towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She danced so much that she didn't feel any restraint in her emotions. It was like training for several hours.

Song Zhiqiu's eyes narrowed a little, and then he smiled, "Alright, I'll come and see after you come on stage." At that time, it will be even more amazing and shocking.

The red-eyed Xu Wen said, "I don't want to see it every day. Just like you, I'm afraid I'll cry every time I watch it, it's too embarrassing."

If you can dance into people's hearts, you will definitely not lose the election as Song Zhiqiu said.

It would be great if she could be chosen. Ye Jian would not have any regrets if she was not chosen. She just likes the golden horse and the iron horse in it, and she likes the heroic battle surrounded by enemies on all sides. She simply likes it, even if It doesn't matter if there is no audience.

For the next three days, Ye Jian would take an hour every day to shut himself up in the sound room and practice over and over again, waving the long sword in his hand over and over again, using the sword as a gun, recalling how he fought side by side with his comrades. , memories and bits and pieces of J5.

Xu Wen's pipa took a week to transport from Beijing to the school. It took a week for the tuning and audition to play it loudly. The sound flowed through the microphone and then expanded to the speakers. How many times stronger, one person played a sword dance, the sound room became a battlefield for the two, and when the song ended, the two could not speak for a long time.

The hearts of those who played were trembling, and the eyes of those who danced were red.

Until the screening of each class program, the two only worked together for four times. After each episode, the emotional ups and downs of the two were quite large. Xu Wen's feelings were driven by Ye Jian, and Ye Jian was directed by Xu Wen. Driven by "House of Flying Daggers", the kind of tacit understanding and touching of the soul is more tiring than the training after a day.

After only four collaborations, the two never practiced again.

He Jing had seen several times that the students in other classes were still rehearsing intensely, but the two in their dormitory didn't take it seriously at all.

In exchange for Xu Wen's wave of hands, he said, "We know what to do!"

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

There were five programs in the class, and Xu Wen's own solo dance could occasionally be seen rehearsed, but he never saw the rehearsal of the collaboration between Le and Jian between the two. After the self-study get out of class, he caught two people and asked about it.