Chapter 389: Compiling Music and Dance

After finishing the working lunch, at two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone arrived at the Bian Dao Shi on time.

Translating the notation, checking materials, analyzing movements, adjusting, finalizing the draft... and so on, repeating the cycle.

After translating about three or four illustrations, Lin Sicheng began checking materials again. Taking advantage of the lull, the two female students exchanged a look and walked softly to Li Jingting's side.

Neither of them spoke, just looking at the dance posture illustrations on the table.

Their faces carried a hint of hesitation, and their eyes revealed a few traces of expectation.

Having taught students for half a lifetime, Li Jingting knew exactly what they were thinking at a glance; he shook his head: "Watch carefully, and learn well!"

The two students were stunned, their expressions unable to help but change.

The teacher's words were very cryptic, but they could understand: there was no chance left.

But, it had only just begun, hadn't it?

Seeing them standing there motionless, Li Jingting sighed again.

That's right, it had only just begun; the dozen or so illustrations that Lin Sicheng had translated might not even be one-tenth of the entire dance manual.

However, the problem was not about how much was left or how much longer it would take to translate; it was that an opportunity had once been placed before them, and they had not seized it. Li Jingting thought seriously: if, just say if, he hadn't repeatedly questioned him, but instead just followed Lin Sicheng's lead—doing whatever Lin Sicheng said to do, translating however Lin Sicheng said to translate—what would the result have been?

Looking at the present, one would know: he dared not say Lin Sicheng could translate the entire manual, but at the very least, he could translate half of it. And just this half would be enough to cause an earthquake-level sensation in the historical, cultural, and literary circles.

With Li Jingting's influence in the industry, even if he only held the title of advisor, he could absolutely be listed alongside Lin Sicheng as an Editor-in-Chief.

At his level, he dared not say how much benefit one instance could provide, but if you don't advance, you retreat; some things are accumulated bit by bit—if you don't accumulate them, and others do, you are regressing.

But it was too late to regret it now: as the saying goes, once you pass this village, where will you find this shop?

It wasn't even a question of whether Lin Sicheng was willing or not, but Li Jingting was very clear: at this level, Lin Sicheng didn't need any guidance at all. Regardless of where he learned it or how he practiced it, and regardless of his research ability, design ability, or even his understanding of classical music and dance, Lin Sicheng's level was truly not a bit worse than his own as a professor.

In fact, in some aspects, he even surpassed him: for example, his knowledge of the history of ancient dance and music, and his research into related literature.

Just like now: if Li Jingting were to preside over the translation, he would at least need a professional research team.

Which entry is recorded in which piece of literature, whether it is historical material from China or foreign historical material. Which dance posture has remnants in which dance records, whether it is stone carvings, murals, or pottery figurines, and so on and so forth—wouldn't these have to be checked one by one, bit by bit?

And how did Lin Sicheng do it?

A casual flip, and there was the accurate answer, as if he had memorized all the materials in his mind.

Putting himself in his shoes: since he was no worse than himself in any aspect, what need was there for Lin Sicheng to ask for his guidance again?

Even though Li Jingting was very clear that Lin Sicheng had always been sincere and open-hearted, truly wanting him to provide guidance, as a well-known scholar in the industry, he could not afford to lose face like that:

Even if the sugarcane you spit out is still sweet, it has already become dregs; how could there be any reason to pick it back up and chew it again?

Secretly sighing with emotion, Li Jingting sighed again, then waved his hand.

The faces of the two students turned pale.

Just as Su Rong was about to say something, Zhao Sisi pulled her back and squeezed out a smile at Li Jingting.