Ling Zhen didn't have any libretto, instead he used monosyllables instead, and sang a melody softly.
It was a song hummed by the fairies in the cold and lonely moon palace, talking about loneliness and longing. Ling Zhen sang briefly, and suddenly missed the peaceful and peaceful time in the fairy palace, and realized that he had been away from home for so long.
It's time to call this home.
Ling Zhen stopped, bent his lips and smiled, then turned around and asked Wei Xi: "Does it sound good?"
The man beside her suddenly reached out and squeezed her wrist.
Ling Zhen's singing voice is very ethereal, and simple melodies can be sung by her like sounds of nature.
But Wei Xi suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling.
She is like a little fairy, singing a tune like the sound of nature, and when she finishes singing, she will be carried away by the wind.
Such a beautiful picture made Wei Xi's heart crawl out of a thin black line, and she subconsciously clenched her wrist.
Ling Zhen hissed, and whispered: "It hurts..."
Wei Xi came back to her senses, suppressed the darkness that was waiting for an opportunity in her heart, raised her wrist and looked at it.
Ling Zhen's skin was fair and tender, and it turned red when pinched with a little effort. He rubbed it with his thumb, "Sorry."
Ling Zhen was not happy, and withdrew his hand: "You still pinch me when I sing for you, who is it?"
Wei Xi smiled and gave her his hand: "Pinch it back for you."
Ling Zhen raised his wrist, the man's cuffs were spotless, and the back of his hand was also cold white, covered with light blue blood vessels and veins. She glanced at it twice and put it back: "I won't pinch you."
Wei Xi hooked her lips, pulled her to continue walking, and picked up what she said just now: "It sounds good."
Ling Zhen smiled triumphantly: "Of course."
Wei Xi immediately asked, "Where did you learn it?"
Ling Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "It's my mother... the song from their hometown."
Under the night, Wei Xi turned to look at her sideways, but didn't speak.
The two of them slipped away for an unknown amount of time, and when they finally reached Ling Zhen, they were tired, so they returned to the parking lot.
The car drove home, driving on the empty street. When passing by an unknown square, I suddenly heard a huge cheer.
Ling Zhen looked out the car window: "What's wrong?"
Wei Xi didn't look at her, and drove the car calmly, calling her: "Ling Zhen."
Ling Zhen turned around: "Huh?"
"It's midnight," Wei Xi said, "Happy New Year."
It was only then that Ling Zhen realized that the people in the square were watching the time to keep the new year coming.
She didn't have a deep concept of time before, because she was in the fairyland with her consciousness since she was born, and her days are as long as the sky and the earth.
But the lifespan of ordinary people is short, only dozens of cold and heat in a lifetime. Therefore, the end of each year and the arrival of each festival are worthy of attention and cheers.
When she was in it, she also felt a little taste, which is indeed unique in the world.
Ling Zhen bent his smiling eyes and gave him the first smiling face of the New Year: "Happy New Year, Wei Xi."
The voice is soft and sweet.
Red light, the car stops.
Wei Xi turned his head, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Because you are happy.
…
I slept soundly this night, and when I woke up again, it was already a new year.
Ling Zhen lay on the bed for a while, then slowly got up and stretched.
With this stretch, she suddenly felt that something was not right.
She looked all over her body, and finally found the source of what was wrong—
The warm natal spirit bead around her neck... seemed to have cooled down a little.
The aura in this world is thin, and Ling Zhen has been relying on the aura stored in the Lingzhu for nourishment since he was born. But as if in response to the words "new year, new atmosphere", Ling Zhen realized at this time that after such a long time of only going out and not going in, the spiritual energy in the Lingzhu had been consumed by nearly half.
Ling Zhen raised his hand to touch it, thinking that it was no wonder that he was shivering from the cold recently, so it was because of this.
Although she will not die without her aura, she will gradually experience aging and injury like a mortal person, and accept the destiny prescribed by the destiny to die.
Although she was mentally prepared after wearing the book, Ling Zhen suddenly felt that under Wei Xi's protection, she seemed to worry too little and lived a comfortable life.
But Wei Xi has no such obligation after all, and she has to live by herself after all.
On the first day of the new year, this may be a warning.
Remind her to think carefully about how to deal with herself in this world without being a "cannon fodder female supporting role" after breaking away from the plot.
Ling Zhen thought about it at home for a day, and after the holiday, she made an appointment with Xing Li to chat.
"I'm going to Teacher Xing's studio." Ling Zhen walked out while putting on his coat, and said to Wei Xi in the living room, "I can't have dinner together today, you can eat by yourself."
Wei Xi frowned quickly, then sent her to the porch, and asked, "Shall I see you off?"
"No need," Ling Zhen bent over to put on his shoes, "Xiao De came to pick me up."
She took a final look at the full-length mirror in the hallway, turned around and waved her hands: "Oh, why are you being so polite and sending me out—I'm leaving!"
"Bang", the door was closed.
Wei Xi frowned, and there was an undisguised trace of impatience in his eyes.
When someone knocked on Xing Li's office, he was flipping through the recently received magazines.
"Come in," he called out.
As soon as the door opened, the little girl walked in cautiously: "Teacher Xing."
"Come on, sit down, you're welcome," Xing Li smiled, "Isn't your Boss Wei not happy to come out to talk about work right after the holidays?"
Ling Zhen shook his head strangely: "No way."
Xing Li smiled, didn't say anything, and turned to ask: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Ling Zhen took the coffee brought by the assistant, "I mainly want to talk to you about my future development."
Seeing that she was serious, Xing Li also sat up a bit: "Say it."
"Actually, you also know that I'm not very dedicated to acting." Ling Zhen smiled embarrassedly, "So I want to ask you, besides the work you normally arrange, can I do something I like ?”
Xing Li nodded: "For example?"
Ling Zhen was even more embarrassed: "Compared to acting, I think I am better at dancing. If possible, I would like to do stage performances in this area."
Of course, she still has her own selfishness.
She thought about it for a long time yesterday. If she could join the dance troupe, not only would she be able to do what she likes, but she would also be able to take advantage of the opportunity to tour with the troupe to see the aura conditions around the world, and maybe even... to find out if there is any The possibility of returning to the fairyland.
Xing Li pondered for a moment.
In fact, she is no problem. The brokerage contract that Wei Xi signed for her was very loose, the main purpose was to ask him to take care of her, and there was no mandatory contract to accept a profitable job. In fact, Ling Zhen had a lot of freedom.
"I can introduce you to some dance companies here," Xing Li said after thinking about it, "but you have to think about it carefully. After "Fairy Questions" is broadcast, your popularity is likely to soar, and the opportunity will be even greater at that time. More, you will face a trade-off between two sides.”
Ling Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "I understand, thank you Teacher Xing!"
"Originally, I was just taking you along. The way to go depends on personal choice." Xing Li waved his hand, "But your dancing skills really shouldn't be wasted. If you have related work, I will pay attention to you."
Ling Zhen solved a big problem, and he felt relaxed: "Then thank you teacher!"
The little girl left happily, Xing Li sat still and continued to drink tea.
Ten minutes later, the phone rang.
The man's cold voice came: "What did you say to her?"
Xing Li was helpless: "Can you ask her if she can't do it?"
Wei Xi: "I will ask."
His desire to control was not concealed at all, even Xing Li was secretly startled.
Ling Zhen is completely like a simple little white rabbit, I don't know if he can stand up to it in the future...
He said briefly, Wei Xi was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and then said: "Thank you, thank you."
hang up the phone.
After Ling Zhen returned home, he naturally told Wei Xi about it.
The man seemed quite supportive, with a calm expression: "Okay."
Ling Zhen was a little happy and asked him, "Don't you think I'm messing around?"
Wei Xi patted her head, and said in a high-sounding voice: "It's just as long as you are happy."
…
Life goes by quickly when one has something to do.
Two weeks before the annual holiday, Xing Li helped Ling Zhen contact the very famous Oriental Song and Dance Troupe in China. There is a fixed recruitment time every year, but they have watched Ling Zhen's dance video, recognized her strength, and because she is especially a star, they made an exception and let her come to the group to accept the assessment.
It is said that the content of the assessment is personal dance demonstrations and impromptu performances. Ling Zhen is not worried. He finds a place to practice dancing every day when he is free, and occasionally invites Wei Xi to be an audience.
On the day of the assessment, there was already a strong Chinese New Year atmosphere on the street, and even the building of the song and dance troupe had Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters pasted on it, making it look extra festive.
When Ling Zhen entered the building, someone came out to pick him up. Seeing that Ling Zhen came by himself, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It has been heard for a long time that there is a young star who wants to join their dance troupe, but the star still needs to be assessed when he comes. They all guessed that the man must come with his assistant manager, and they all surrounded her to serve her.
But I didn't expect that not only did he come alone, but he didn't look like a star at all. He was dressed simply, and there was almost no makeup on his face. A plain white face was beautiful enough.
The man took Ling Zhen in and introduced: "There just happened to be an open rehearsal today. Over there is our big rehearsal room. You can take a look."
Ling Zhen thanked him, and walked to the door of the big rehearsal room to observe. Now most of the dancers are 10-year-old children, all of them are full of youthful vitality.
She watched it for a while, and then the dance troupe took her to the assessment.
Before leaving, Ling Zhen glanced casually, and was suddenly attracted by the figure in another rehearsal room.
Unlike the loud rehearsal room next door, there was only one person in that room, dancing in the empty space.
It was a man, but he had an extremely flexible and light dancing posture. His whole person is like flowing clouds and flowing water, his rhythm and movements are familiar to Ling Zhen, and he is gradually matching the memory in Ling Zhen's mind little by little...
A person from the dance troupe introduced next to her: "You are so lucky. You met Mr. Wen dancing as soon as you came here. This is the treasure of our town troupe..."
Ling Zhen forgot to answer.
She stood there watching for a moment, her eyes widened a little bit, and finally she was almost staring at the man.
this person…
How could this person dance their fairy dance? !
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