In 2014, Xia.
Xie Zhuxing shook the collar of his practice uniform, and the drenched fabric was almost stuck to his body. After two hours of dancing, the music overwhelmed the sound of his mobile phone. Now that he turned off the music, he saw a message from his mobile phone. A few missed calls and a short message from his girlfriend, telling him to go back early, saying something is up.
He went to take a shower and changed his clothes, left the dance studio, met a colleague who also came to practice in the corridor, and said to him: "Why are you still here? The director is looking for you, let him go to his office."
He flicked his bangs that were still dripping, and asked, "Did you say something?"
The colleague said: "I don't know, but I called several people today."
Originally Xie Zhuxing wanted to go back, but now he had no choice but to go upstairs again and knocked on the director's door.
In addition to the director, there were two strangers in the room, a gentleman with glasses, in his early thirties, sitting opposite the director; On the edge of the glass table, he was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt, revealing two tattooed arms.
"Brother Yang, do you have any guests?" Xie Zhuxing said, "How about I come back later."
Director Yang said: "Don't go, come in, and close the door."
Xie Zhuxing entered in doubt.
The director introduced to the two guests: "This is Xiao Xie, who just signed to our studio at the beginning of the year. He majored in dance. He even danced for Liu Tianwang's concert in March. Huh? Xiao Xie, I forgot, you are twenty How old is it?"
Xie Zhuxing said: "Twenty-two."
The director nodded and continued: "Xiao Xie is a nice person, but he doesn't like to talk very much. I have videos of his dancing and backup dancers here. If you need them, I can find them for you to watch."
The man with glasses didn't answer, he looked at Xie Zhuxing, then turned around and asked the young man with flowery arms: "What do you think?"
Hua Arm lowered her legs, and said in a carefree tone, "You're not bad looking, turn around and let me have a look at your figure."
Xie Zhuxing stood still.
The director urged him: "Xiao Xie! Turn around."
Xie Zhuxing just turned around.
Hua Bi tilted her head to look at it, and asked, "How tall are you?"
Xie Zhuxing said: "One eight three."
Hua Bi said: "Almost, the legs are quite long, the waist is thin enough, the buttocks are also raised, it's okay."
Xie Zhuxing: "..." This is the mother Sang of the Cowherd Shop.
The man with glasses said, "Then leave a piece of information?"
Hua Bi crossed his legs again, and said nonchalantly: "Keep it, the ones I saw today are just like this, and the rest are all ghosts, they are so eye-catching."
The man with glasses smiled and shook his head.
The director smiled happily and said, "Xiao Xie, then go out and do your work first."
It would be too hasty to call this an advertisement or an audition for a film and television drama, and it would not be so troublesome to choose a backup dancer for a singer.
After graduating, Xie Zhuxing has been drifting in Beijing for almost two years. From jogging in the wild to dancing in concerts, he finally signed a serious management contract this year. Although it is a dance studio, it is also affiliated with the university. Under the name of the company, I thought I had a chance to make a debut, but I sat on the bench for more than half a year, and my job was still acupoints and backup dancers. In the past, a TV station director invited him to participate in a talent show. At that time, he was a newborn calf, arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't even look at the talent show. Now if it's really a talent show to choose someone, he doesn't even have the confidence to refuse.
Not only is he poor and short-sighted, but his age is also there. In two years, he will not even be given a chance in the draft.
The studio is not far from the house he rented, six subway stations away, and it takes only a few minutes to walk out of the station.
No one was seen at the door, so he called his girlfriend twice: "Jiajia? Yan Jiajia!"
A reply came from the slightly peeled door of the bathroom: "Here it is!"
Xie Zhuxing asked: "Why are you calling me back so urgently?"
There was a sound of water rushing inside, and Yan Jiajia came out and asked him, "Is there any money left?"
Xie Zhuxing said: "Didn't I just give you 10,000 last week?"
Yan Jiajia said: "I went to Hangzhou, and it's gone."
Going to Hangzhou is not a show? Why not in but out? He didn't ask, just said, "How much do you want?"
Yan Jiajia said, "Five thousand."
Xie Zhuxing paused for a moment, then said: "Next week, I just sent the money to my mom yesterday, and my dad is going to have an operation. There is a performance this weekend, and I will give you the money when it is settled, okay?"
Yan Jiajia glanced at him and said, "Is it useful if I say no?"
Xie Zhuxing didn't answer.
Yan Jiajia also stopped talking and took her bag to go out.
Xie Zhuxing asked, "Where are you going?"
Yan Jiajia said: "I have an appointment with my sisters for dinner."
She ate this meal for several days, didn't go home, and didn't answer the phone. The messages all showed "delivered", but she didn't reply.
This is not the first time she has done this, the last time she said that the phone was broken, and the last time she said the signal was not good.
When people change, they change, and there is nothing they can do about it.
On weekends, Xie Zhuxing went to work. A high-end club that just opened, invited a very famous and outdated Taiwanese singer to do the opening performance, and the money was not much. It was not worthwhile for the singer to come from Taiwan with a dance troupe all the way, so I found them locally in Beijing Studio to help backup dancers.
After the performance, when the makeup was removed backstage, everyone suggested going to have a late night snack and called him: "Xiao Xie also go together, you didn't go several times."
He found a reason: "I have something to go back, next time."
Others also booed: "Come on, go back to accompany sister-in-law!"
He also had no choice but to smile and acquiesce.
After everyone left, he packed up his things and came out with his bag on his back. He found that the lobby of the clubhouse was buzzing. The owner here held a party while the opening was open. The lights were adjusted like a nightclub. He asked the waiter to find out where the bathroom was.
When he entered the bathroom, there was no one there, and he had just stood in front of the urinal when the door opened again.
A young man came in, swearing and swearing at the phone: "You idiot, you really think that being popular is a place? Where in the world are there so many places for you to sleep? I have never slept in a place like Chaoyang Qianrenzhan, besides Who dares to ask your aunt to open a room with you? Don't talk about it, I'm in a hurry to pee!"
He hung up and stuffed the phone into his back pocket.
Xie Zhuxing glanced over from the corner of his eyes and saw his flowery arms.
Yo, isn't this Mama-san
After the flower arm had finished booing, he zipped it up, and someone called him again. He glanced at him and answered, his tone was completely different from the tone just now, and he was vaguely coquettish: "Haji!... I didn't do anything. , playing outside, just came out, haven’t even had a sip of wine... Who told you? I didn’t take drugs!... You went back to Beijing? Are you home?... Miss you! How can you not?... I’ll be there soon Go back, we'll be there in half an hour."
After Xie Zhuxing finished washing his hands, he pulled a paper towel to wipe his hands.
Huaji also came to the sink, stretched out his whole arm under the faucet and got wet, then rubbed his arm vigorously in front of the mirror, trying to remove his tattoo... stickers, his arm was rubbed red, but not much was rubbed off.
Xie Zhuxing looked at him.
Hua Bi found it in the mirror, maybe she felt ashamed, and said viciously: "Look at the fart, you see? Why don't you hurry up and leave after peeing!"
Xie Zhuxing threw away the tissue, took out the cleansing oil from his bag, and asked, "Do you need it?"
Flower arm: "... use."
It was really difficult for him to clean the tattoo stickers covering his arms by himself. Xie Zhuxing helped him wipe the places he couldn't reach with a paper towel, revealing two white arms with thin skin and tender flesh. Pampered.
The half-bottle of cleansing oil is about to run out, and it can take off makeup two or three times. Before Xie Zhuxing could put it away, the young man casually threw the bottle into the trash can, saying: "How much is this thing?" Money? I'll pay you back."
Xie Zhuxing said: "Forget it, it's worthless."
The other party looked at him carefully and said, "Hey? Have I seen you?"
Xie Zhuxing pretended to be stupid and said: "Probably not, I am a public face."
The young man touched the back of his head and said, "No, you are quite handsome."
Xie Zhuxing: "...not as handsome as you."
His words were not meant as a compliment either, this man looked like a fool, but he had a very good-looking face with delicate features.
It's a pity that this guy doesn't look good for only three seconds, and as soon as he shows a playful smile, he immediately deserves a beating. He said triumphantly, "That's right, I'm Chaoyang Takeshi Kaneshiro."
Xie Zhuxing didn't answer his criticism, and said, "Then I'll..."
Chaoyang Takeshi Kaneshiro rinsed the cleansing oil on his arms with the faucet running. The water flow was probably loud, so he didn't hear what Xie Zhuxing said, and said to himself: "Our Haji returned to Beijing suddenly, she doesn't like me sticking this mess on my body, I was afraid that she would be unhappy when she saw it, so I hurriedly removed it."
Talking is a disease, who will treat him? Xie Zhuxing said: "Surname Ha? It's quite rare, is it a minority?"
The young master smiled and said, "Harbin Cecilia Cheung, my mother!"
Xie Zhuxing: "..."
After washing his arm, Chao Wu wiped it with a paper towel, and said, "I don't know who is messing around in front of her, arranging for me to take drugs, and letting me know which scumbag it is, and I have to beat him to death."
Xie Zhuxing thought silently, this is not a mandarin chatter, but a coercion.
Bi Biji himself said: "I have to go home quickly and explain clearly, otherwise this word will reach my elder brother's ears, and I will be punished first if I can't help it."
Xie Zhuxing said: "I have to go too."
Bi Biji put his shoulders in a familiar way, and said happily: "Let me tell you, my elder brother used to practice Sanda, he is amazing!"
Xie Zhuxing only felt a headache.
Fortunately, as soon as I went to the bathroom, the sound wave was too strong, and I couldn't hear it no matter how hard it was.
The two walked through the crowd, and met several online red-faced girls who threw themselves into their arms, and a few friends who were laughing and saying hello.
Apparently, Bibiji spends all day in such occasions, with acquaintances walking everywhere.
Xie Zhuxing heard those people call him "Wang Chao".
...simple beyond imagination.