Chapter 282: Stage Performance
Yaya found a place and started playing with the noodles in her hand.
Every time we make noodles at home, we give her a piece of noodles to play with. It seems that adults like to coax children in this way.
But it's really fun and soft.
But it becomes hard after a while and is not as fun as the plasticine that the little devil gave her.
Yaya tilted her head and thought about the kitten that Huo Jiusi had sculpted for her.
The picture in her mind was very real, but it was obvious that her hands did not listen to her brain, and the things she made were so ugly that they were unbearable to look at.
Yaya was about to destroy the body when Old Zhang came to her side and said in a hoarse voice: "Yaya, is this the calf you made? It looks really good."
Yaya blinked, unable to bear telling Old Zhang that she was pinching a kitten.
Forget it, let the Mavericks be the Mavericks.
She originally wanted to destroy it, but Old Zhang's shout made Yaya change her mind. She wanted to use this to test and see who could tell what she was pinching.
Although the surface is hard, the general outline can still be seen.
Ling Hang said that Yaya made a little tiger, Yue Mingyuan said that Yaya made a little puppy, and Ye Zhiqiu said that Yaya made a little boat.
After asking around, everyone said all sorts of things, except that no one said she was pinching a kitten.
Look how talented she is. The things she sculpts are so varied and strange that they should all be written into the history of art.
Ye Zhiqiu followed Yue Mingyuan to help make dumplings.
When they saw her, the soldiers stood at attention in unison and said in a loud voice: "Hello, sister-in-law!"
Ye Zhiqiu has participated in several grassroots performances and experienced the enthusiasm of the soldiers many times, but every time it still makes her blood boil.
"Sister-in-law, we can just pack it, and you can supervise us from the side."
"Whoever doesn't wrap it carefully will have to perform on stage later."
Everyone responded to this proposal.
Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment and said, "Then let me dance for you first."
Because of the special nature of their troops, these soldiers have basically never watched their performances.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into huge applause, and then several soldiers put several tables together.
They don’t have a separate stage, and every year during the New Year’s performances they put a few tables together in the middle to form the stage.
There was also a chair placed next to it as a step.
Ye Zhiqiu was a little nervous for a rare moment. She took a deep breath and stepped onto the table using a chair.
Even if several tables are put together, it is not very big. Fortunately, Ye Zhiqiu is very experienced in this.
When they arrive at the grassroots companies, they will encounter all kinds of stages and naturally have to adjust themselves.
Ye Zhiqiu is like a flower floating in the air with the wind, or a butterfly taking off into the sky.
She moved her upper body in a big way, but her feet didn't move much.
But it does not affect the viewing experience of her dance at all.
The soldiers were so stunned that they forgot about making dumplings.
Some stopped with dough in their hands, some stopped with stuffing in their hands, and some just held a spoon.
And they all had their mouths open, looking a little silly.
Most of them had never seen the art troupe dance. They had only heard that it was beautiful, but they didn't expect it to be this beautiful.
It’s a pity that they lack the language and don’t know how to describe it.
Not only them, Yue Mingyuan was also fascinated by Ye Zhiqiu.
She spun lightly like a fairy. The warm yellow light cast a halo on her. She was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.
There is no music, but dancing has been deeply rooted in Ye Zhiqiu's bones, and she will silently beat the rhythm for herself in her heart.
"My mother is so beautiful. My mother is so beautiful."
Yaya held a big apple in her hand, waved it vigorously twice, then put it to her mouth and took a bite.
Yue Mingyuan picked up Yaya, and Yaya put one arm around Yue Mingyuan's neck: "Dad, is Mommy pretty?"
Yue Mingyuan smiled and nodded. Yaya shouted to Ye Zhiqiu on the stage: "Mom, Dad said you are beautiful."
The cafeteria was very quiet, but Yaya's voice was so loud that everyone heard it. People around started to make a noise, especially the soldiers led by Yue Mingyuan: "Captain, why don't you go up too?"
Before Yue Mingyuan could answer, Yaya kicked her feet to signal Yue Mingyuan to put her down, and then she pulled Yue Mingyuan towards Ye Zhiqiu: "Yes, Daddy, you go up and dance with Mommy."
Yue Mingyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yaya, Daddy can't dance."
"Dad can't dance, so he can go up and protect mom. Dad will be there to protect mom and prevent her from falling."
Yaya whispered in Yue Mingyuan's ear and made a gesture to encourage him: "Dad, Yaya believes in you."
Yue Mingyuan told Yaya: "Then Yaya, be good and behave yourself."
Yaya patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, Dad. Yaya can take care of herself. Go and protect Mom."
Yue Mingyuan glanced at Ye Zhiqiu. She just jumped up and then landed. One of the tables was not stable and Ye Zhiqiu obviously lost her balance.
Yue Mingyuan jumped onto the table with one hand and grabbed Ye Zhiqiu with the other hand.
Ye Zhiqiu borrowed Yue Mingyuan's strength to steady himself.
Mistakes are inevitable in their performances, and for a dancer, the ability to deal with temporary mistakes is particularly important, so it is necessary to practice basic skills solidly in daily life.
With a spin, Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yue Mingyuan.
Two people only need to look at each other to know what the other wants to do.
Yue Mingyuan followed Ye Zhiqiu's steps and Ye Zhiqiu put one hand on his shoulder. It was obviously the first time for both of them, but they had a tacit understanding as if they had worked together many times before.
Ye Zhiqiu did a spinning kick in the air, and after landing, he finished with a backward kick to the purple gold crown.
After tidying her clothes, she opened her hands and bowed.
Thunderous applause and cheers broke out in the cafeteria: "Sister-in-law is so beautiful, sister-in-law dances so well!"
Ye Zhiqiu's pretty face was slightly red due to exercise and excitement. She turned her head and saw Yue Mingyuan staring at her. She felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head to tuck the scattered hair behind her ears: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"My wife is so beautiful."
Ye Zhiqiu's face couldn't help but turn even redder.
After we finished eating dumplings, it was snowing heavily outside and the snowflakes were as big as goose feathers.
Yue Mingyuan drove Ye Zhiqiu and Yaya back to the compound. Yaya had fallen asleep, leaning in Ye Zhiqiu's arms.
When they arrived at the door of the house, Yue Mingyuan took Yaya from Ye Zhiqiu's arms, and the two of them went into the house.
The family members were still asleep, so Yue Mingyuan ate two dumplings at home and then prepared to return to the camp.
Ye Zhiqiu walked him to the gate of the courtyard. Yue Mingyuan pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the lips.
He wanted to do this from the moment they met.
"Be careful on the road." Ye Zhiqiu reminded Yue Mingyuan.
Yue Mingyuan stuffed a big red envelope into Ye Zhiqiu's hand: "I will call you tomorrow morning to wish you a happy new year. This is for you in advance."
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