[Du Zhu][Aoao] Nearly an hour of real recording! The long-lost backhand Guanyin! The waist is tied and the legs are folded! The amount of rope is extremely high! The tight binding is full!

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The black dance costume she wore was actually an ambiguity between "one piece" and "divided": high collar, sleeveless, and the fabric covered all the way from the collarbone to the instep, like a second layer of blackened skin; but it also left a secret gap at the key point - in the center of the spine, an opening less than two fingers wide was covered by three pairs ofBlack elastic bands as thin as hair were criss-crossed, like a minimalist "rope bondage" rehearsal. Every breath made the bands sink slightly into the flesh, leaving a temporary light red pattern. The lights in the rehearsal hall were cold and white. She first sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, then wrapped the fourth elastic band around her chest, and then pressed it diagonally to the opposite waist., tied into an "internal binding" knot that only dancers are familiar with: not seeking pain, just to forcefully pull the shoulder blades toward the spine, so that the angle of the arms behind the back always maintains the "about to flap" fold line. The black fabric therefore has extra tension, like invisible grooves being drawn out by undercurrents on the water surface. When the music starts, sheWhen she stood up, the temporary "rope" was not untied, but instead became the invisible axis of the movement. Every time she jumped, the elastic band went a little deeper, like someone gently clasping her ribs from behind; when she rotated, the cross straps slid on the skin, causing tiny bits of heat from friction, which flowed along the ridge to her waist, and she was dancedThe outer layer of the clothes was quickly sucked away, but the slightly spicy tactile memory was still left. She did the "Kick Purple Gold Crown" - raising her right leg behind her ear, arching her chest and waist, her hands were forced to stop in mid-air due to the constraints of the "rope", and her elbows folded into black lightning. At that moment, the material and elasticity of the clothes simultaneously made a very light "boom" sound.It was as if the bowstring was trembling in the night, and the viewer's heart was tightened for a second. After landing, she leaned down and quietly loosened the knot tied behind her back, allowing the blood to flow back into her shoulder blades. Fine numbness appeared on the surface of her skin, like sparks that quietly bloomed and faded in the dark night. In the mirror wall, her shadow was caught by the candle.The missing "rope" duplicated into two parts: one where she was dancing, and the other where she was bound by herself; the two black shadows sometimes overlapped and sometimes tore apart, like a silent argument - who imprisoned whom? At the last rotation, she suddenly slipped her arms from the self-made knot, and the elastic band instantly bounced back into her clothes., the opening in the center of her spine closed again, like a knife edge being sutured with black thread. She stood still, sweat rolling down the side of her neck to her clavicle, and being absorbed by the fabric of the high collar. The three pairs of thin elastic bands were still trembling slightly under her clothes, as if they were not willing to let go, and were still waiting for the next time to tie her back into the deeper night.