At this moment, everyone feels as though they were running and jumping with her in the vast and boundless green plains...
Surrounded by butterflies fluttering amidst the flowerbed, and wildflowers swaying lovely in the spring wind...
"Ah, look at her feet..."
Eventually, someone again notices the man beneath, supporting someone while dancing. How much strength must that require? Moreover, he places his palms correctly under the dancer’s feet every time.
However, everyone’s attention was not here but was drawn to a strange fact. Every time the dancer’s foot fell, stepping on the palm of the hand, a few petals would gently fall.
Everyone was initially attracted by the performance of the two dancers. The nighttime lighting was not very good, so no one noticed this. Now, as the dancer’s moves accelerated, the falling petals became more and more, revealing the magical performance...
Petals fell like rain, a fairy dancer flittered like a startled swan, floated like clouds, dancing in the air, beautiful and elegant, exquisite beyond comparison...
Because of the falling rose petals, everyone also channeled part of their attention to the man beneath, although it wasn’t quite right to say he was dancing. In reality, he only needed to stretch his hands in the right places.
Even so, everyone knew the difficulty of doing so, the body light as a feather on the palm is after all a legend, rotating two hands to sustain a person flying in the air, the difficulty is imaginable...
Strength and delicacy, roughness and refinement, all these somehow harmoniously blend together under countless gazes.
So, this was the beauty where brows raised and sleeves turning like flying snow, a beauty that would topple cities and was rare in the world...
So, dance could be this beautiful...
The students engrossed in watching the dance suddenly discovered that the curtains on both sides of the stage were slowly closing, and someone immediately raised a question.
"Don’t close it so fast! Let me take one more look..."
The students below the stage burst into an uproar, making a racket of noises.
However, the noise couldn’t prevent the slow closing of the curtains, so everyone hastily savored the last moments staring at the two figures on the stage.
Among the petals covering the ground, the primitive man, who initially looked odd and wore a rustic mask, formed a perfect picture with the fairy-like woman.
As the music slowly dies down, the two of them also slow their actions according to the closing curtains, making their final move.
In the hearts of all students who saw the last scene, only one line of poetry emerged: Like two mandarin ducks in Heaven Lake, flying to the clouds in one go...
The music stops, and the sports field is eerily quiet, only the lights remain.
When the host reappeared on stage before the curtains, the first applause rang.
This applause reminded everyone and soon it gradually spread everywhere. In almost an instant, applause resounded across the entire sports field.
Intermingled with countless cheers, some even yelled for an encore.
The call for an encore, predictably caused a few bursts of laughter, as everyone knew that it was not possible.
The host tried to speak several times, but she kept seeing countless hands clapping, endless applause filling her ears, leaving no room for her to speak.
So this beautiful host could just stand there with an awkward smile, waiting quietly for the applause to stop.
But the applause showed no signs of stopping.
The young and passionate students, not knowing how to express their excitement, could only tell everyone their mood with round after round of applause. Even when the applause had started to fade, a sudden outburst would once again ignite the entirety of the sports field.
It was as if their hands weren’t their own anymore, clapping forcefully, clapping non-stop!
Until much later, as the applause finally began to dwindle, did the host hurriedly start speaking: "It seems everyone is quite excited, had me standing here for so long, the cold wind almost stole my words..."
This playful remark finally halted the applause and allowed the host to alleviate her embarrassment.
Gaining her composure once more, the host continued: "Everyone has witnessed the performance just now, allow me to introduce it again. Originally, we wanted to call this program ’Swallow in the Palm’, as our female performer’s nickname contains the character for ’swallow’."
"But after watching the performance, I’d rather call it ’Trust’"
"As everyone has seen, whenever the woman was about to take a step into the void, she never hesitated. Because she knew, whenever she took a step, a palm would surely catch her. You must all be thinking, these two had to rehearse for a long time."
"In fact, guess what, you’re wrong. This program was originally a solo dance that incorporated yoga and modern dance during rehearsal. But shortly before the performance, the two performers had a sudden idea to let the woman dance on the man’s palm."
"Isn’t this an unthinkable thing?"
"But in truth, that’s exactly what happened. After a few simple rehearsals, they went on stage together. Yes, they only had a few simple rehearsals beforehand! It wasn’t like everyone thought, that they rehearsed for a very long time. Do you believe it?"