"It's good to turn left and then turn left, one, two, three, four" "Lin Qi, today's state is great, let's rest first, and then there will be a master to watch your single jump, relax, just be normal." ”Mr.
Wen, who has always carried forward the beauty of the bones, slapped me in the face, and it was rare to laugh once, but it was not so good-looking.I gently raised the corners of my mouth, but without saying much, I picked up the towel from the low stool and wiped the sweat from my face."
Teacher Wen, in his eyes, where can I see other people besides Lin Qi, and she is not the only one who dances well in the ensemble dance just now" A girl who had long been unhappy with me glanced at me disdainfully, and her tone was still mean with her hands clasped into fists, "Teacher Wen, who doesn't know that the masters who will be abroad will come to select excellent dancers to take abroad to create Ah Teacher Wen, you won't say a word and give the quota to Lin Qi, this partiality is too heavy" I listened quietly and didn't speak, the etiquette I have learned over the years has already taught me, What people should say in front of and on what occasions should not be said.As I expected, Teacher Wen, who has always had a bad temper, reprimanded her on the spot: "What's wrong with my partiality, if you have the ability, let me also favor you, what is the use of talking big words except jealousy of you" The girl's face was blue and white when Teacher Wen said it, and she was embarrassed for a long time, and she couldn't say a word to refute it.I had no choice but to stomp my feet angrily, turn around and walk through the door.Seeing that there was no drama to watch, I walked to a corner and sat on the smooth floor against the cold wall."
Dear Qi, it's raining a little bit on our side today, is it snowing again on your side?"
Looking at the words of the comments under the log, a strange emotion suddenly passed through my heart, and I began to gamble.Su is still su, as always, he likes to talk to me, or add a "dear Qi" before commenting.I silently looked at the sky through the window, and there was no light coming out of the haze, like a closed dance room that never saw the light of day, except for dancing and dancing."
Nope."
I gently typed out a simple reply, and my mood became indescribably annoyed, and I turned off my phone and looked up at the ceiling of Bai Huahua, thoughtful.Su is just a close friend I met online.The cliché of the plot and the cliché greetings, I naturally became a member of the retrospective list, and of course I didn't know which one I belonged to.The screen name of the trace is trace, and it is so simple that it can no longer be simple.When I clicked on his homepage, it was unexpectedly cleaner and more elegant than I imagined.Under the light blue photo wall is a cartoon character's head, and there is only one pinned talk and photos and messages in the entire empty space.I've known Su for more than half a year now, and although I'm not interested in his space and don't usually go to his space, his top talk hasn't been erased from my mind for a moment.Let us raise a glass of spirits to our youth, and toast our youthful years, which will never return, and never look back.Do you remember that there is such a teenager, he doesn't have a mountain-like shoulder to lean on you, he doesn't have the mentality of accommodating Baichuan and doesn't care about you, but you like him like this like this.I think that's true for me.He didn't have a shining light to make my eyes light up, nor did he have a male hormone halo that made my heart flutter, and the only thing he had was a heroic talk.But it also made me think of him inexplicably in the pessimistic world of being alone and sad, and became the last spiritual pillar.He can't compare to Arlo's hormonal aura, and Arlo can't compare to his heroism.When the most familiar tune sounded, I slowly got up and stood on tiptoe, and from then on I could only see the smooth floor, my own figure in the mirror, and the admiring gaze of my predecessors mixed with the jealous gaze of the girls.I heard a burst of applause, and no conversation was a basic respect for the dancers.I kept spinning, my toes falling and pointing, and there was not a trace of emotion in my gaze as I looked down.I danced numbly with great skill, but the corners of my mouth inexplicably did not bring a smile.I was numb, I was confused, what did I like again, I nodded and bowed slightly, and walked out of the dance studio with everyone at the signal of Mr.
Wen."
Teacher Wen, I have to say that the person you recommended is really talented in dance, and the dance steps are almost not picky, but Mr.
Wen, you are also an understanding person, and you can see that there is no soul in her dance, and no matter how beautiful the dance steps without a soul are, no one wants to see more."
As soon as I walked out of the dance studio, the voice of a senior came from inside, and the tone was lukewarm but made me doubly frustrated.I smiled inexplicably, and in the gloating eyes of the people around me, I didn't feel that it was difficult to move an inch, but I felt a little relieved.Influenced by my mother's perfect education, I inevitably embarked on the path of perfection, so much so that when my predecessors mentioned that my dance steps lacked soul, the frustration became justified.It seems that for as long as I can remember, the idea of learning dance has been deeply rooted in my mother's transplantation, as if I was born to dance.In fact, it is.My childhood was filled with different dance steps and a variety of world-class piano music.I'll never forget that day after day, rain or shine, there were only different dance studios left except for school.In my spare time, I constantly visit the famous dance studios in the city, the street lights are lit up, and the city is happy, and I am very lonely in this street market against the crowd.Standing in the cold dance studio, after finishing the practice in class, stepping on the busy time in the city, and then carrying the eternal white canvas bag, while holding the mobile phone to read the navigation, while rushing to the next dance studio on the unfamiliar street.In this native city, I have witnessed the decline and prosperity of this city: from the blue sky to the dusty, from the green park to the garbage, from the lights to the bright lights, and then from the small building to the high-rise buildingWhy have I lived for nearly 20 years, I am afraid of the strangeness of the city, and when the clock strikes midnight, I cry uncontrollably but there is no one to hug I went to dance studios one by one, men and women, young and old, among them there are strict or gentle dance teachers, But why is this city so unfamiliar that I can't remember the address of a dance studio, and every time I can only use the cold navigation on the mobile phone screen, I rely on myself to find it again and again, I don't know the meaning of survival, it seems that I am only for my mother.My father died early, and my mother was bent on letting me learn dance to become famous, and more than ten years of dependence on each other had already made me numb and obedient, blindly living in the world she arranged for me.Until Han Xi appeared, it became a dream that woke up in the middle of the night, and she woke me up but there was no way to pull me more.Since high school, her name has been a spell that has lived in my ears and everything I heard about her."
Su Hanxi from the next class got into a fight with the physics female devil in class today, and the female devil was mad" "Su Hanxi from the next class didn't go back to the dormitory last night, and the class in their class gave up after calling the phone.The students can't afford it, the parents don't come, and no one picks them up. ”"Su Hanxi from the next class is fighting with people from other schools again, and even the police have come to the school to ask for someone" "Su Hanxi from the next class is with the president, she beat those admirers again" "Su Hanxi from the next class" Su Hanxi Su Hanxi Su Hanxi, just like the Gu in my heart, devouring my last idea every moment.I desperately want to see her, to get to know this man on the cusp of the storm.I started class and stared out the window in a daze, just to see the figure skipping class.I stopped burying myself in the sea of books, and began to pick up the pencil and depict her with the image that others said, and I cared so much about a person as if I was obsessed.It's not a morbid question of sexual orientation, but only I know that in my submissive and elegant mask of worldview, a sudden pop up dares to do anything I dare not do, and it means a lot to me.We are like two extremes, standing on top of two cliffs separated by each other, and below us is an abyss that cannot be crossed.I obeyed her and rebelled; I pretend to be elegant, she is informal; I forced a smile on my face, and she was free and generous.When I woke up from the dream, I saw her, but I cried in front of her.The person you want to see is right in front of you, as if you have walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, but you suddenly find that tears have wet a large part of your cheeks.She was beautiful, even more beautiful than I could have imagined.She was so perfect, I went deep into everything about her and found that I was incomparably small in front of her.Even if she is at the extreme of being surrounded by gossip, she can smile and maintain justice under the guise of maintaining face, and if the boat of friendship does not agree, it will be the same thing.I've changed.I permed her long curly hair, bought her favorite cosmetics, learned to put on makeup, used the same facial cleanser as her, and began to look at the thick makeup on her plain face, and put on red lipstick, and even the eyebrow pencils, eyeliners, lipsticks, etc., in the backpack replaced the books.I used to beat people with foul language, intimidated, threatened and instigated in front of people, but I was ridiculous in front of people, with a flashy and elegant mask, polite and gentle, and delicate, I was a good student in front of people.I became hypocritical, so hypocritical that I wanted to slap myself in the face.In the days and nights of schooling and dancing, I wore an elegant and gorgeous mask and smiled hypocritically, and in the opposite of the concept of crowding, I wore an ugly and hideous mask, and my smile became distorted in the story of the night.Praise and criticism are so close and yet so far away.I hate living in the moment, being dictated to everything, being forced to conform to everything.I also want to rebel against the generosity of life like Han Xi, but I clearly understand that I have never dared to step out of this field.The only pillars are Han Xi, who is lonely, Ah Luo, who has a bad stomach, and Su, who has never met.Lin Qi, I'm not in a good mood on sunny days these days, so you don't have to come to my side if I accompany her.Lin Qi, don't practice dancing for too long, don't quarrel with your mother, rest early, behave.Lin Qi, don't call if you see the message, don't call back, you're fine
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