Xiang Gu officially joined the Sound Dynamic Jiuxiao Broadcasting Troupe. He thought that there would be assignments soon, but he would have to wait and wait until the group chatted and spanked every day, and no one talked about serious business.
The radio troupe was too different from what he imagined.
Those well-known staff who are known for their high coldness in the circle are full of rhetoric in private, and their skin is terrible. There are only three things to discuss in the group: have you eaten, bought, and opened the black
If you don’t watch the group for a few minutes, the group chat message is 99+, and it’s all emojis when you open it.
Even if Xiang Guai peeks at the screen every day, he can't keep up with the speed at which they change topics. I can only stay there in grievances, hoping that Qingyun can bubble up and talk in the group.
He joined Shengdong Jiuxiao with only one goal, and that was to get close to the great god Wangqingyun whom he worshiped. But when he got to know him and got his QQ number, Xiang Gu couldn't help asking for more.
He hopes to record plot songs for Wang Qingyun's radio drama, hopes that his ID can be arranged side by side with him, and hopes that he will remember his voice.
Xiang guessed that he was desperately trying to express himself. But in the group, no one was there, chatting, or playing! !
Xiang Gu was mad, Xiang Gu went wild, and Xiang Gu finally understood why Qi Ji always complained that the drama in the circle was too slow, and the tiankengs were one after the other.
Because they would rather pick their feet than fill a hole...
He wanted to ask in the group several times if there were any plot songs that needed to be recorded, but he was afraid that he would rashly speak and affect the atmosphere of fishing in the group. After thinking about it, he could only ask the Great God for help.
Xiang Guai was afraid of disturbing the male god's rest, so he deliberately counted the time difference, found a time that was neither too early nor too late, and opened Wang Qingyun's dialog box.
guess: Yun Da, are you there
Yiming Qingyun: Yes, what's wrong
guess: [Poor Wang Wang].jpg
guess: That... When can we record the song
On the other side of the ocean, Tan Yiming raised the corner of his mouth in amusement as he looked at the words sent by the boy.
Only Xiaomengxin wants to work so actively and enthusiastically. After a long time, it will become a salted fish that can't be poke, and it can be dragged for as long as possible.
Yiming Qingyun: If it is an ordinary cover, you can record it anytime you want. There are many excellent later stages in the group, you can poke it.
Yiming Qingyun: [touching head].jpg
Yi Ming Qing Yun: Be sweeter, the staff will help you.
Tan Yiming misunderstood what Xiang Gu meant. Some rookie cover singers, because their account has not many fans, will hand over the song to the official account of the radio drama community to help release it after recording the song.
But the boy's answer surprised him.
guess: no no no!
guess: [dog shakes his head].jpg
geuss: Yunda, do you need to record the theme song for your radio drama
Only then did Tan Yiming know what the kid meant.
It's a pity that now he only has a hole to fill in, and the theme song was recorded by another cover singer, and they have already made a sound.
Tan Yiming saw that the boy had sent several puppy frustrated emojis in a row, and wanted to reach out and snort the hair on the dog's head.
Yiming Qingyun: [touching head].jpg
One of a kind: There are still several dramas in the group looking for cover singers. You can directly contact the planning, I remember that "xxxx drama" is quite urgent.
To Guai listlessly sent a "thank you".
He wanted to tell Wang Qingyun that he didn't want to record songs at all, but wanted to record songs for Wang Qingyun's radio drama.
But he's too good-faced, and he can't say such shameful words at all.
Across the mobile phone screen, the people on the far side of the earth have no way of knowing what Xiang Gu is thinking, nor can they see Xiang Gu's lonely expression.
Yiming Qingyun: By the way, it's only after five o'clock in the morning on your side, right
Yi Ming Qing Yun: Why did you get up so early
guess: Actually it's getting late!
guess: I'm doing morning work~
Yiming Qingyun: Early work
Xiang Guai held the phone, typing letter by letter.
guess: I'm a dance student, I have to get up early to practice dancing.
One of a kind: Dancer? You sing so well, I thought you studied vocal music.
"No." Xiang Guai said softly while typing, "I'm studying ballet."
That's right, even though Xiang Gu's life is filled with vocal music, piano, and performances, in his heart, he still stubbornly believes that he is a ballet dancer.
Even if he can no longer put on the ballet training suit, even if his ankles can no longer support him to spin and take off, he still refuses to give up this title.
In order to do the movements accurately, Xiang Guai couldn't remember how much sweat he had dropped in the classroom, and he couldn't even count how many pairs of dancing shoes he had worn. He's only seventeen, but he's been dancing for twelve years.
In the basic steps of ballet, there is a movement called "Atidiu". It is derived from the French "Attitude", and the Chinese translation is "crane standing dance".
The dancer stands with one leg straight, supported on the toes or the soles of the forefoot, and the other leg is raised high back and the knee is slightly bent. At the same time, the upper body is straight and stretched, and the arms are extended to the distance...
Slim and immortal, a perfect "Atidiu" must be elegant and noble.
A seemingly simple Atidius, he would stay there for a long, long time, until his legs were sore from the high lift, and his ankles that supported all the weight of his body wobbled and trembled.
Fortunately, all these efforts are worthwhile. On the stage, he is awe-inspiring and noble, a swan with wings, and an elegant crane.
... But after that accident, he couldn't make Ati lost anymore.
Only he himself knows how many steel nails have been implanted in his feet and how painful it is to rehabilitate. The doctor said that if it was a little bit closer, he might not even be able to stand up.
Fragile ankles simply can't support high-intensity professional ballet training. Whether it's Atidius, Batman, releve, or those violent jumps and quick spins... He tried, but he fell to the ground shaking terribly soon after.
In that moment, he discovers, terrified and vulnerable, that he is no longer the ballet prince who is center stage, adored by the spotlight.
He didn't tell anyone these words, not even Qi Ji. Because he always believed that the grief belonged to him, he didn't need to tell others about his pain and force others to share it for him.
But when facing Wang Qingyun, when he felt the gentle care of the man, he did have a moment when he wanted to tell this "stranger" who was far away from everything he had experienced.
But in the end, he stopped. He didn't want the sadness that came up to affect his current good mood.
He giggled at the chat records of the two, his fingers flying.
Boom: Ballet
Yiming Qingyun: It seems that I misunderstood you.
guess: Misunderstanding what
Yiming Qingyun: You know, the feeling you give me is very similar to those emojis you often send, so I always think you are a puppy.
Yiming Qingyun: I didn't expect it to be a little swan.
guess:…
Xiang Gu suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat.
Because of the well-known "Swan Lake", many people will affectionately call them "little swans" when they see girls wearing ballet tutu skirts.
But Xiang Guess is a boy, no one has ever called him that.
He thought that he would resent this somewhat feminine name.
But - "little swan", "little swan".
These three words rolled on the tip of the tongue, Xiang Gu closed his mouth and smiled quietly.
At six o'clock, the class bell echoed in the classroom. Not far away, Qi Ji, who was wearing legs on the handlebar, urged in a low voice, "Xiang Guai, put away your phone! The teacher is coming!!"
This is the first time for Xiang Guai to take morning exercises after he transferred to a new class, so he must not be caught by the teacher to be lazy.
Before the boy could type, he hurriedly pressed the record button and sent a voice message.
Xiang Guai whispered into the microphone: "Yun Da, stop talking! We are going to class!!!"
He quickly clicked on the emoji column, and wanted to send his favorite dog emoji, but thinking of what Wang Qingyun said just now, he paused and chose the "Penguin waving goodbye" emoji that came with QQ.
… Anyway, penguins and swans are all geese.
At the same time as the emoji flew out, a blue voice box appeared on the screen.
It was a farewell voice sent by Wang Qingyun.
Tap Guess fingertips.
The man's voice was laughing and swayed in his ear—
- "Come on and dance, my little swan."
The author has something to say: There are actually two kinds of dance poses of Atidiu in ballet, one is "Atidiu moves forward" (that is, one leg is supported and the other leg is lifted forward), the other is "Atidiu moves forward" Back" (that is, the most common back-stretching stand-up dance).
In fact, what appears in the text is "Atidius backwards".
I will post the photos of the information I found on Weibo, everyone who is interested can go to see them.