Chen Ji turned his head and observed Liang Yixuan's thoughtful reaction.

The night before yesterday, Cheng Nuo told him, "How can you make sure if you don't try hard?" "At worst, you can try again and then give up." He convinced himself, and then give up.

Then he found that even when there was a difference in the trivial matter of washing dishes, he did not have the energy to "compete" with Liang Yixuan.

At this moment, when he came up with this theory to test Liang Yixuan and found that she had not raised any objections, he was even more sure that this attempt should end here.

Theory is just a kind of proof, and there is no absolute distinction between right and wrong.

But when Liang Yixuan heard this theory, she immediately applied her own emotional position, and he understood her choice.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, his stay and watching these days and his attempts are just scratching the surface.

But for him, he is used to controlling risks in the workplace. His profession requires him to maintain a rigorous examination of all aspects of things, so as to make decisions immediately when risks appear and stop losses in time.

This deeply rooted habit made him treat his feelings like this.

Sometimes he would be a little envious of the story, because the story of the story is profound and true, and clear in love with people.

But he seems to be in a middle value, and there is no need for "no one".

So that's enough.

Doing it even though you know it is impossible is just to cause unnecessary trouble and harm to both parties and even three parties.

Chen Ji moved his eyes away and chuckled softly as if he was relieved.

When Liang Yixuan heard this laugh, she came back to her senses and looked at Chen Ji, and asked hesitantly: "How did you... see these? You seem to know me very well."

She doesn't remember her family background with Chen Ji.

Chen Ji thought about it and pointed at the camera: "Sorry, is the camera convenient to avoid it?"

Perhaps the conversation between the two was so exciting, the cameraman wanted to try his best to win: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, the part involving privacy will definitely be cut off. Otherwise, before this movie is broadcast, we will check the editing for you first?"

Chen Ji nodded and agreed to take a step back, then turned around and explained to Liang Yixuan: "Do you remember Director Qiao who I mentioned to you? I told you last time that her husband is my senior in the workplace. After the show was broadcast, the couple mentioned some things about your family to me."

"That's it." Liang Yixuan suddenly understood, silently said, "Since you know what's happening in my family, as you said just now, what attractive energy does I have? I feel like I only have negative energy..."

"How could it be?" Chen Ji shook his head and smiled, "Don't you know how beautiful the flowers bloom in the thorns?"

Liang Yixuan was stunned.

Chen Ji pointed to the bouquet of lilies in her arms: "If I hadn't been worried that the audience would over-interpret the meaning of flowers, I might not have given you lilies, but I would have given you roses that look more like you."

"Rose?" Liang Yixuan asked in surprise.

"When you mention roses, your first impression is that you are passionate and unrestrained. You may also think that you are completely opposite to it. But roses have another characteristic that they are thorns." Chen Ji recalled, "When I first watched your "Wanbian" and thought, how could a little girl be as simple as a piece of white paper, and a tenacity that comes from nowhere, as if she had thorns."

"It's a pity that I've taken people and things indifferently at this age and have less curiosity, otherwise I might have known you at that time."

Liang Yixuan was stunned and blinked slowly—

In that "The Bian", Chen Ji did not come to know her.

But the border is here.

With a exploratory mood, Liang Yixuan went back to the dance center to read "The Bian" again.

In the same theater, listening to the same symphony and watching the same dance as hers on the B corner on the stage, Liang Yixuan began to recall what kind of mood she used to complete the "House" in December last year.

As I thought about it, I remembered that before the performance that day, she received a call from her mother.

My mother said that she met the teacher Cao who directed Nanba, and heard from Director Cao talk about her situation. She criticized her for being like a wood on the stage and was always unable to find any emotions. She said that she was very disappointed with her.

After she hung up the phone, she spent a long time doing psychological construction. When she came on stage, she seemed to be tense, and the result that jumped out might be what Chen Ji and the bystander Qing saw.

The teacher said that even if the dancers have already mastered all the dance moves and even the muscles and expressions form conditioned reflex memories, each performance of them is still different and cannot be reproduced.

Even she could not use the same state of mind to beat the same "天" as that night.

It is even more impossible for others to reproduce her performance.

So, if she is really special as Chen Ji said, then that night, Bian Xu chose her among so many ballet dancers, was it not a coincidence she once thought?

After watching the performance, Liang Yixuan's mind was no longer on recording variety shows.

Perhaps seeing that she was absent-minded, Chen Ji proposed to go back to the northern suburbs as soon as possible.

She nodded and said yes, just as she was planning to leave the theater with him, she received a call from Qin He at the door asking if she was still in the dance center.

"I'm here, is there something wrong with Teacher Qin?" Liang Yixuan asked, holding her cell phone.

"It may be difficult to explain on the phone for a while. Can you say hello to the program team and go upstairs to the conference room No. 1?"

"Okay, I'll be here soon." Liang Yixuan hung up the phone and said to Chen Ji apologetically, "Our dance troupe teacher has something to ask me for. I wonder if it will take a long time, why don't you go back first?"

"It's okay, you go first, I'll wait for you outside."

Liang Yixuan nodded and temporarily handed the flower over to the staff who followed her to keep it. She hurried upstairs to the conference room No. 1 and knocked on the door.

A "enter" came from inside. She pressed down and pushed the door and pushed in. Before she could find Qin He, she saw a visitor from a man and a woman next to the conference table.

The man was wearing a black jacket, dressed in a simple manner and had a slightly fat body.

The woman wore a black turtleneck thin sweater dress, covered with a gray tweed coat, and over-knee boots underneath, revealing a piece of snow-white legs, with delicate lip makeup and a slim figure.

Seeing her come in, the woman turned her head and seemed to be looking at her up and down with her eyes behind her sunglasses.

Because the other party was wearing sunglasses, Liang Yixuan only felt a little familiar and did not immediately recognize who it was.

After a glance, she turned her gaze to Qin He: "Teacher Qin, I'm here."

Qin He stood up and introduced to the man and woman: "This is our chief solo dance." He also introduced to Liang Yixuan, "Xiaoxuan, this is..."

The woman suddenly raised her hand, interrupted Qin He, and rolled her sunglasses down: "Teacher, don't introduce her, I think she should know me."

Liang Yixuan followed the sound and saw a familiar face.

The reason I am familiar with it is not because she has actually seen this woman.

But because she had read photos of this woman over and over again on the Internet.

Liang Yixuan's hand hanging from her side slowly clenched.

The woman took off her sunglasses and stood up to reach out to her: "Hello, Bei Ying."

Liang Yixuan calmed down after a brief trance and reached back to hold it: "Hello, Liang Yixuan."

Bei Ying smiled and looked at the man behind her: "Johnson, let me talk to Miss Liang myself."

The man named Johnson scratched his scalp in embarrassment, and finally retreated under Bei Ying's gaze, and also invited Qin He away.

Qin He glanced at Liang Yixuan before leaving.

Liang Yixuan nodded at her, reassuring her, then took a breath and adjusted her expression.

The door was closed, and there were only two people left in the conference room.

Bei Ying sat down at the swivel chair next to the conference table and said with a smile: "I have long admired Miss Liang's name. I have always wanted to come and visit me but I have not made any time. I took the time to come here temporarily today. I wonder if it will scare you."

Liang Yixuan placed the chair opposite Bei Ying, sat down and smiled: "No, Nanba often receives literary and artistic workers from all walks of life, and she welcomes Miss Bei's visit."

"Will Miss Liang welcome me?"

"I am a part of Nanba, and of course I welcome Miss Bei."

"I thought Miss Liang had a private opinion on me."

Liang Yixuan shook her head: "No."

Three consecutive sentences, Liang Yixuan is neither humble nor arrogant, and does business and does not follow up at all.

Bei Ying raised her brow and nodded: "That's good. I'm here to talk to Ms. Liang has no personal opinion on me, so I feel relieved."

"Miss Bei, please tell me."

"I'm shooting a MV recently. The theme involves my career and I need a ballet substitute. I see that Miss Liang has a similar figure to me and her facial features are similar to mine," Bei Ying gestured with a smile and said, "It seems to be like another me, it's really the most suitable one. I wonder if Miss Liang is willing to be this substitute for me? Of course, I will pay Ms. Liang a generous reward."

Liang Yixuan understood what Bei Ying meant.

Of course she wouldn't think that Bei Ying came here to find a dance substitute.

Whether that MV exists or not may be said differently.

These words were just a joke to humiliate and anger her.

If it were put in the past, Liang Yixuan admitted that Bei Ying might have hurt her.

But for some reason, today, Liang Yixuan suddenly felt that these words were a little funny.

She even imagined with certainty what he would say if Bian Xu was present at the moment.

She slowly turned to the transparent glass wall in the conference room, looked at the silhouettes of herself and Bei Ying, and used the calm tone she was used to, and said what she imagined Bian Xu would say: "Miss Bei is right. Both of us are professional in ballet, and we happen to have not deviated from the industry standards of 'three longs and one small', and we have very similar figures."

"We also have a nose, a mouth, a pair of eyebrows, eyes and ears. Our appearance does not deviate from the biological structure, and the silhouettes of facial features are very similar."

Bei Ying's smile froze on her face.

"Based on these two points, I understand the reason why Miss Bei considers me as a dance substitute, but I have a question. Since ballet is your main job, if you have not forgotten your roots, why don't you perform in person? And if you have forgotten your roots, why take the risk of looking for a dance substitute? I think that once this matter is exposed, it will be a great shame for literary and artistic workers."

Liang Yixuan nodded politely when she said this: "When Miss Bei answers my question, I will reply to Miss Bei, whether you are willing to be your dance substitute."

Bei Ying's lips trembled and she was about to open her mouth when the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Liang Yixuan raised her eyes and saw Bian Xu, her eyes flashed slightly.

Bei Ying turned around and stood on the seat.

Bian Xu looked at Liang Yixuan, slowly pushed the door to the bottom, then raised his eyelids and glanced at Bei Ying, and gently rubbed his neck: "If I remember correctly, this is the third time you have stepped on my bottom line."

Bei Ying stood up from the seat: "Bian Xu, I just..."

"I suggest you," Bian Xu raised his hand to interrupt her, "Leave Nanba within three minutes, otherwise I promise that there will be no one in the entertainment industry from now on."
Chapter completed!