Yu Zhi once again devoted all her heart and soul to training, and sometimes she didn't even have time to say hello to Shi Rui when she saw him on the road.
Although Yu Zhi is usually easy to talk to, her strictness in teaching is probably even beyond the reach of the professional teachers in the program team.
This is something that every artist must go through. If they have not been mentored by their teacher when they were young, not everyone can bear the feeling of being criticized on stage in the future.
After a round of rehearsal, the training room was quiet.
The little girl in the first position watched the video on the tablet in her hand over and over again.
"Xie Ning, what's going on with the positioning here?"
"Ye Zhi, your voice is broken here."
"Yinian, how on earth did you practice? How come you even forgot the lyrics?"
Her tone was not good, and could even be said to be very harsh.
They were all young girls who had just reached adulthood. Even if they had learned dancing before, their ability to endure was no match for Yu Zhi's.
So after hearing this, Yinian, who was at the back, walked out of the training room without saying a word, and didn't even pay attention to Zhu Mengci who just came in from the door.
Zhu Mengci encountered such a thing as soon as he came in. He was a little confused and stunned for a long time.
Yu Zhi pursed her lips. The training during this period was too intense. Perhaps she had gone a little too far.
At least we shouldn't hold others to such harsh standards.
The little girl's body pressure gradually dropped. This was the first time that Yu Zhi doubted her feelings.
Zhu Mengci shook his head. After all, the girl was still young and didn't know how to handle interpersonal relationships.
Ye Zhi and the other person were silent at this time. Zhu Mengci nodded to them. Ye Zhi understood and pulled Xie Ning out of the training room.
Suddenly, there were only the two of them left in the room, and the camera was still running.
Yu Zhi stood up and greeted Zhu Mengci almost the moment she saw her. Zhu Mengci patted her shoulder and leaned on the railing next to the training room.
Yu Zhi also followed.
"Anxious?" She spoke as if she were talking to an elder, with a very relaxed attitude.
Yu Zhi slumped her shoulders. "Well, the performance is tomorrow afternoon, and there are still a lot of mistakes."
This was the first time Zhu Mengci saw her express such emotion. After all, Yu Zhi had always been positive and optimistic in the eyes of outsiders.
"Is it tiring when you're learning a skill?" She didn't continue the original topic, but changed it to say.
Although it was a bit unexpected, it inexplicably brought back memories. Yu Zhi replied, "It's very tiring. I have to practice before dawn, all day long without a break. I get spanked for the slightest mistake, but even then, I still can't achieve perfection."
Peking Opera is a complex and profound art form. Singing style, voice and body movements are all indispensable. Many people cannot become talented even if they work hard all their lives.
In fact, at that time, being an artist did not have the same high status as it does today. In fact, in the eyes of some people, it was a lowly activity and they would be looked down upon wherever they went, so it was even more difficult to persevere.
Although Zhu Mengci was not born in that era, he had in fact experienced this kind of training to some extent. He felt a sense of empathy and touched the head of the girl next to him: "But they are not like you."
The woman should be about the same age as her mother, and such a caress inevitably reminded her of the woman from Jiangnan who always coaxed her gently.
Her eyes felt moist for a moment, and she shook her head: "I know it's different, but I'm just... anxious."
"Zhizhi," Zhu Mengci directly called her by her nickname, and then said, "Yinian is not blaming you, she is only blaming herself."
"Blame yourself?"
"Well, I blame myself for not being able to meet your expectations and holding this team back."
Yu Zhi seemed to understand.
They are a team, so naturally they should always stick together, regardless of honor or disgrace.
Before in the opera troupe, everyone worked on their own, and naturally there was a lack of team spirit, which made her neglect it for a while.
But after thinking it through, Yu Zhi couldn't help but become more anxious.
Zhu Mengci probably saw through it, chuckled, and said softly: "Go, don't delay the training."
"Thank you." Yu Zhi thanked him sincerely, and in return received an encouraging look from the other party.
Yi Nian didn't go far, Yu Zhi found her in the stairwell.
Ye Zhi and the other two were also there.
Yu Zhi approached and was about to say something when the somewhat shy girl stood up and said seriously, "I'm sorry, Zhizhi."
Yu Zhi was somewhat unable to cope with this situation and was at a loss for a moment.
"I shouldn't have let my private emotions affect training. I'm sorry."
Yi Nian's expression and tone were very sincere. Yu Zhi thought for a moment, then leaned in and hugged her: "I was wrong. You are all very good. I didn't consider your feelings. Let's take it slowly. There is no rush."
Ye Zhi and the other two also stood up at this moment, and the four of them hugged each other.
The camera directly records this collision and reconciliation that is unique to girls.
It turns out that untangling the knot in my heart has brought about a qualitative leap in my training.
After experiencing this incident, the few people were twisted together like a rope.
Backstage, on the eve of the performance, the girls in their costumes put their hands together and stretched them toward the sky, "Come on!"
The power brought by traditional culture is probably unique and inspiring.
The audience thought Yu Zhi would continue to try new things, but they didn't expect to see a performance that could be called shocking.
All their movements are not as decisive as those in street dance, but are full of softness.
Softness can overcome hardness, this is the best interpretation of this age.
Everyone was wearing costumes that were a bit exaggerated but very harmonious, as if they had truly traveled back to that era.
That era when a hundred flowers bloomed, that era when everyone could hum a few lines of Peking Opera.
After the performance, Yu Zhi and the other three gradually calmed down and waited for the instructors' comments.
Zhu Mengci picked up the microphone and said with a little emotion: "I am proud of you."
Be proud of your artistry.
Proud of your united efforts.
So proud of you for presenting such a perfect work.
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