Juvenile Medical God - Chapter 532

Jiang Xueqing just painted a little light makeup, wearing national costumes, not only youthful, but also pure and moving. Yes, Jiang Xueqing’s first impression is pure, and it’s not the kind of deliberately pure, but a purely natural carving.

As the enrollment teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music, enrollment is carried out all over the country every year. It can be said that there have been countless beautiful women, but girls like Jiang Xueqing are rarely encountered.

However, Qin Lang found that Jiang Xueqing on the stage seemed a bit nervous.

Qin Lang noticed the tension of Jiang Xueqing, so he quietly got up and waved at Jiang Xueqing.

This action of Qin Lang naturally fell into the eyes of Jiang Xueqing, and she saw the existence of Qin Lang, and her heart settled down. At this time, Jiang Xueqing realized that the uneasiness of her heart was not because of the tension on the stage, but because of the absence of Qin Lang.

But now, Qin Lang appeared, Jiang Xueqing found that his tension has disappeared.

The elegant national music sounded.

Jiang Xueqing on the stage danced gracefully, and the movement was as elegant as a butterfly flying in the flowers, so light and beautiful.

Qin Lang is a warrior, a "rough person". For music and dance, I didn't know how to appreciate it. But when Jiang Xueqing danced, he had to admit that he was attracted by her beautiful dance. With her graceful and varied dance, Qin Lang seems to see the blossoming spring, a butterfly dances in the flowers, and then leads to another butterfly chase, her dance makes people feel like an immersive feeling. . But then as the rhythm of the music changed, her dance movements became more and more urgent, so that Qin Lang felt that the sunny days of the flowers had suddenly become stormy weather. The two butterflies that danced in the beginning also began to thunder in the lightning. Struggling in the storm, but let the wind and rain violent, these two butterflies seem to be trying to protect each other, from her stage, Qin Lang seems to see a cruel beauty.

The rushing music has finally slowed down, and it seems to be coming to an end, but there is a faint sorrow in her dance, because from her dance, Qin Lang can only "see" a butterfly that has a single shadow and a lonely body after the storm.

The end of the dance.

First, a moment of silence, followed by a warm applause.

There are not many audiences here. The applause is so enthusiastic that it can only explain one problem: that is, Jiang Xueqing’s dance really touched these people deeply.

There is no doubt that Qin Lang is the warmest one to applaud.

Jiang Xueqing stepped off the stage and quickly changed clothes, then walked over to Qin Lang.

"Sorry, it’s almost late." Qin Lang said to Jiang Xueqing.

"You don't have to apologize, you can come to me and you will be content." Jiang Xueqing said sincerely, "I know that you are a career, ambitious person, you can take time to come back to my re-test, I am really touched."

"You said this, I am not too embarrassed." Qin Lang smiled. "However, your performance was really wonderful. Even if I don't understand the music and dance, I can see it."

"I am so addicted, how exaggerated?" Jiang Xueqing did not seem to believe.

"Really... but this kind of thing doesn't have to be sworn." Qin Lang laughed. "Speaking, your dance gave me some inspiration, and my understanding of my own kung fu was deeper."

"What jokes do you play? What can be the connection between dance and kung fu?" Jiang Xueqing apparently did not believe it.

"The same way, the seemingly irrelevant things, may not be connected. I saw the butterfly's dancing mood in your dance. So, from my fist, what can you see?" A few punches in the void, these fists are very fast, they should have given people a quick feeling, but I don’t know why, but it is unusually light, and Jiang Xueqing’s feeling is that Qin Lang is not playing boxing, but is like fiddling. Butterfly between flowers.

Qin Lang’s kung fu has already passed the realm of “practice”, so one stroke and one style can naturally be played with boxing. At this moment, Qin Lang’s boxing can be felt even if Jiang Xueqing is a layman.

"It's very interesting." Jiang Xueqing was surprised. "I can't think of a punch." Qin Lang, you are a genius!"

"I am indeed a genius, but the punch I play is not the artistic conception of dance, but the boxing." Qin Lang smiled and explained, "I said before, the same way, the dance can show the artistic conception of the animal, the same is true. Your dance gave me another kind of revelation, that is, the sound of punching is not perfect, and it needs emotion. From your dance, I can feel the joy of two butterflies chasing in the flowers and feel them. Helplessness and fear in the storm... Well, you can incorporate emotion into the dance, I think maybe I can incorporate emotion into the boxing."

"Qin Lang... You really feel the things that my dance expresses!" Jiang Xueqing said with some excitement.

"Oh..." Qin Lang licked his nose and looked surprised. "Don't you think that I am a rough man, can't you understand the dance?"

"I don't mean this." Jiang Xueqing quickly explained, "I mean you understand the artistic conception of my dance. This is really good! This shows that my own dance is very successful. It should be Go through the retest."

"It must be passed." Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing said that they have reached the entrance of the Conservatory.

At this time, the number of luxury cars at the entrance of the Conservatory has increased. It is probably that many "dry" and "dry brothers" have started to move.

When Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing appeared at the school gate, Qin Lang immediately saw a lot of strange eyes. He knew what these eyes meant. It seems that in the eyes of many people, as long as they are beautiful women coming out of the music school, they must be people. A small lover, a second wife, and the like.

However, Qin Lang can also understand the eyes of these people, because today is indeed the world.

Qin Lang didn't want to stay here for a long time. After all, Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing had a little trouble here. Therefore, after Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing got on the bus, Qin Lang planned to leave immediately, and then let Xiao Wei send Jiang Xueqing to the train station.

Who knows that Qin Lang does not want to get into trouble, but the trouble is to find it.

When they just got on the bus, they suddenly stopped a car in front of them, just stuck Xiaowei’s car in the middle, because the workshop distance was too small to pour out the car.

Qin Lang did not act because he knew that Xiaowei would have a way to deal with this situation.

Sure enough, Xiaowei got off the bus and made a theory with the owner of the car in front.

The owner of the car in front was a bald head. At this time, he had turned off the train and heard Xiaowei let him move the car. He said disdainfully: "If the technology is poor, don't drive. If you can't open it, then I will wait for Laozi to drive away. You go again!"

"Good." Xiaowei actually gave up the theory with the other side.

The bald head snorted and shook the car key and left.

But without a few steps, I heard a huge crashing sound rang behind him.