OBS Chapter 412 The two young men finally came back
Chapter 412 The two young men finally came back
The brothers who started to rehearse were all immersed in the music, but Zhang Yuan in the dormitory on the second floor had completely forgotten the chord fingerings.
"Haoming, is this chord G or..."
Bird, a guitar novice, is practicing guitar here, but he can't remember how to play the guitar.
I had no choice but to ask the young man Yu Haoming, who was waving a fan seriously and dancing with the same handsome and graceful figure as he was back then.
"Ah?" Yu Haoming closed his fan and pointed at himself. "Yuan, you're asking the wrong person. If you want to play the violin, I can give you some advice."
Not to mention that he is a guitar novice, he himself is also a guitar beginner, so asking him is just a point of no return, right?
"I'll watch the video for a while. Forget about your violin playing. I don't even want to say anything about your violin playing." Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes at him.
It would be better to review it by watching the video by yourself. He can't even play the violin well, and he wants to teach him. I'm afraid he will be too scared (?-_-?)
After watching the video and feeling that he had mastered it, Zhang Yuan put his phone down and placed it back on the strings, but when he wanted to play, he forgot how to play it.
He had no choice but to pick up his phone again and take a look. Zhang Yuan, who felt that he had understood, muttered something, then put the phone down again and played it a little awkwardly, "I think..."
It’s just that my brain can see it, but my hands can’t do it yet!
"Is it time to cut my nails?" Zhang Yuan muttered, looking at his fingers. No matter how he played, something didn't seem right.
Could it be that my nails are a little long? I clenched my fingers together, but the rounded, half-moon-shaped nails weren't very long, so I had to open my hand and compare it to my own short hands. "It seems like my hands are indeed short."
Is it because my hands are too short that I can't play the guitar?
Yu Haoming was practicing dancing when he saw Zhang Yuan stand up, look around, then sit down again, pick up his phone and look at it for a while, then stand up again, walk to the opposite side, look for a while, then put down his phone and walked out.
“…”Is it so quick from getting started to giving up?
At this time, Zhang Yuan, who had put down his guitar practice, was looking at the words on the wall outside the corridor. He felt that everything was much more interesting than the guitar at this moment.
However, looking at the famous quotes written on the wall, Zhang Yuan was quite touched.
It’s as if I’m resonating with those people back then through the words left on these walls. Perhaps these words reflect their previous state, but when future generations look at them again, they also touch the depths of their own hearts.
Perhaps each of them will encounter hope at the next intersection.
"It feels so healing. Yuanyuan is so soft."
"Playing guitar from a distance is like playing me, haha, as expected, poor students have more stationery."
"Brother Yuan's smile is so cute."
"Hao Ming looks so handsome when he does the fan dance!!"
Luo Qiqi, who was sleeping soundly upstairs, turned over and couldn't fall asleep again after hearing the music coming from her ears.
I simply stretched and prepared to go down to see how they were rehearsing.
And on the sofa in the corridor where no one passed by, Su Xing was immersed in writing songs.
After the hustle and bustle, Lu Hu was the only one left in the hall, singing a duet with the golden retriever.
"I think this dance would look better if it were modified like this."
Luo Qiqi, who was in the bunk bed room on the second floor, felt that the beginning of the fan dance in the video was not very good. After closing the fan, she sat sideways on the chair with her legs crossed again.
"It started like this when the song started." Luo Yanqi sat sideways, legs crossed, right hand resting on the back of the chair, left hand gripping the handle of the fan, gently shaking it. With her back straight, she sang the lyrics: "The blank outlines the blue and white porcelain, the brushstrokes thick and then light..."
"Sing the second line: The peony painted on the bottle is just like when you first filled it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fan handle in his left hand opened with a "swish" sound, revealing a paper fan with an ink painting outlined on it, and gently fanned from top to bottom.
When you say the third sentence, put down your legs that were crossed, then sit up straight, stretch out your arms, and fan slowly a few times with the hand holding the fan.
As he stood up, he quickly closed the handle of the fan, swung his waist in a circle, and then opened the hand holding the fan and placed it in front of him...
"Okay, just keep the initial movements and change to fanning movements. I think this is okay." Zhang Yuan, who had a dance foundation, quickly followed Luo Yiqi's movements.
Yu Haoming had also danced before, so he reacted quickly and followed suit. He changed the opening dance to a new one, which looked more neat and handsome.
"Yes, mainly because the song itself has a more ancient style, so I prefer to adapt it to a more youthful style."
Luo Qiqi nodded and demonstrated the opening dance to them again.
"Just imagine yourself as a young man from an aristocratic family. At the beginning, you sit sideways, leisurely gazing at the scenery, the fan in your hand gently fanning you, creating a relaxed and carefree image of a wandering wild crane."
"But you can't hunch your back. Even when aristocratic families are being more casual, they have a very polite and well-mannered upbringing. So even when they're crossing their legs, they have to keep their back straight but not too stiff."
As she spoke, Luo Qi sat sideways on the chair again, one hand casually resting on the back of the chair and gently tapping the melody, the other hand holding the handle of the fan on her legs, her back casually leaning sideways on the chair yet maintaining the temperament and demeanor of a person from a noble family.
As she followed the rhythm of the song, she remained dignified and elegant, holding the fan handle, opening it neatly and shaking it gently.
"Okay, then let's dance it again twice." Yu Haoming nodded. He has also played characters in ancient costume dramas such as the princes of the Ming Dynasty, so naturally he understands how to capture this temperament.
Zhang Yuan, who always strives for perfection, agreed: "Then Qi, you can lead the dance!"
No matter whether it is a small stage or a big stage, Zhang Yuan wants to achieve perfection and form muscle memory without any mistakes.
"It's all fine." Luo Yanqi had no objection.
The person who was filming them was Dalinlin, so the accompaniment was played after they were ready.
As the melody sounded, the three of them instantly immersed themselves in the dance.
There were three chairs placed side by side with a little space in the middle. Dalinlin sat on the bed and filmed them with a camera.
One is a beautiful and extraordinary beauty with an aura of natural beauty, one is a fresh and handsome young man, and one is a smart and lively Barbie sweet bird with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth.
The different styles are exquisite and beautiful, and the dancing is very coordinated and harmonious. The dance moves are graceful, handsome and pleasing to the eye.
The handsomeness and nobility that came towards me were overwhelming, but it was also like seeing a young man strolling leisurely. Although he was playing around like a free and easy cloud and a wild crane, his manners and words were all elegant and noble.
I don’t know why, but Dalinlin felt tears in her eyes, especially when she saw Yu Haoming in the middle and Zhang Yuan next to him, she felt even more touched.
The two young men who had experienced so much hardship, suffering and pain are finally back!