He was not lustful, but was shocked by these dancers with no makeup on and half-worn clothes.
In his previous life, Zhang Hongcheng thought the most orderly dances were "The Beauty Walk", "Three Bows", "Grain in Ear" and so on, which were pushed to him by a certain audio platform.
He felt that these dancers were the ones who were truly dedicated and had worked hard, while those group dances, each with its own rhythm, were really a headache to watch, such as watching the show during the Chinese New Year (I can't name any names).
But Zhang Hongcheng did not expect that the consistent dance rhythm, which was hard to find in later generations, was just the most basic thing for dancers in this era.
The dancers, wearing different colors and styles of clothes, subconsciously followed the movements and rhythm of the lead dancer, with graceful postures and perfect replication.
Especially when more than a dozen girls simultaneously performed the most famous head-shaking movement in Xinjiang dance, the consistent beauty was enough to cure all obsessive-compulsive disorder patients. It was so beautiful that it could be called a visual feast.
The drum beats in the music suddenly sped up, and the girls' postures became three times softer, their footsteps as colorful but not chaotic as butterflies flying through flowers.
Zhang Hongcheng really couldn't imagine how girls of different heights and weights could make every movement of their bodies perfectly consistent.
The graceful shaking of shoulders and the charming intoxication are like a dancer casting countless shadows on the water.
A boy from the dance class happened to see Zhang Hongcheng's surprised expression, and he felt a little proud.
"Their teacher was one of the lead dancers in 'The East is Red' back then."
Zhang Hongcheng was about to applaud when he heard someone behind him clapping first.
The familiar rhythm of applause gave Zhang Hongcheng a sudden chill in his heart.
Look back.
Sure enough, a pair of beautiful eyes swept over gently, and the faint charming smile at the corner of the mouth contained a danger that only Mr. Zhang was familiar with.
Amitabha, to me, the four elements are empty, like an ancient well with no waves, I do not care about worldly matters, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, I am trying to coax you...
Probably guessing someone's mental activity, the most beautiful eye roll in the world flew over lightly.
(Xiao Yao hid under the quilt and typed quickly on her phone. Just as she finished typing this, she felt a lightness on her head and half of the sky became brighter. The little nurse's sneer was so scary...)
(Uncle, if you keep doing this I’m really going to confiscate your phone!)
(Tears welled up in my eyes. She actually called me uncle... My mind was broken.)
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