The "God of the Earth" waved his hands across the spring and autumn, and stepped on the ground with his feet. There were rivers and rivers in his eyes, and mountains and forests were built.
The totem on the boy's chest and back is like a fire, burning his skin and soul.
As the drumbeat gradually rose, the "God of the Earth" seemed to break through the mountains and rivers on that day. The boy's arms were raised above his head, and when he jumped up, he seemed to draw a round of red sun.
Qing Lingzi covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming, she looked at her brother with red eyes, Chen Maoxiu was sniffing, and tears flowed down to her chin.
Teacher Lin was talking to an older gentleman, who nodded and stared at the stage without blinking.
After finishing the last two grids, Jiang Shen was considered to have completed the first episode of the plot. He quickly stepped off the stage with the group dancer who played the public in the second section, and the makeup artist caught up to replace him. He made up the totem makeup that had been made by sweat.
Song Xin choked up with joy, "You danced... that's great."
The make-up artist smiled and said, "Don't cry, my little aunt, how did you get on stage in the third quarter with all your make-up on?"
Song Xin smiled through tears, and lowered her head to check Jiang Shen's dancing shoes: "Lajin for a while, relax, let's..."
"Ah!" The makeup artist suddenly exclaimed, "Why are your pants torn?!"
Jiang Shen turned his head subconsciously, and sure enough, there was a long cut on the outside of his thigh, not knowing whether it was a thread or something, Song Xin hurriedly squatted down, pinched the hem of his trousers, and said anxiously: "Is there a thread? Sew it?"
The makeup artist was helpless: "The thread is so big, it will still open if you sew it up and jump up. Don't you have spare pants?"
Song Xin bit her lip: "Our batch is custom-made dance clothes, only Jiang Shen is a boy, there is no spare..."
Jiang Shen frowned, thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll dance in the pants I usually practice."
Song Xin shook her head: "There are so many famous teachers watching, you can't be so casual."
On the stage, half of the second episode had been skipped, Jiang Shen was so anxious that he turned his head to get the pants he was wearing for practicing, but was grabbed by Song Xin.
Jiang Shen: "?!"
"Let me ask you." Song Xin held Jiang Shen's hand tremblingly, "Are you familiar with the female dance steps?"
Although he didn't know why Song Xin asked this suddenly, Jiang Shen nodded obediently, and comforted him, "I'll just wear my practice pants and dance well. As long as I dance well, Teacher Lin will be satisfied."
Song Xin shook her head, she was silent for a while, and then said softly, "It's not for Teacher Lin."
Jiang Shen frowned, obviously he didn't understand what Song Xin meant.
"Jiang Shen." Song Xin took a deep breath, and she suddenly said firmly, "You will definitely be picked by a famous teacher!"
Jiang Shen was taken aback, and he shook his head: "How is it possible, I'm still young, and I have only danced for three years."
Song Xin: "It has nothing to do with how many years you have danced. You are more talented than me and everyone here."
After she finished speaking, regardless of Jiang Shen's reaction, she suddenly reached out and untied the feather skirt around her waist, and quickly put it on Jiang Shen's body. Song Xin lowered her head, tied the belt for him, and said in a low voice, "You go on stage." , dance your own part first, then wait for a quarter of a beat, listen to the sound of the drum, and dance my female step, the skirt needs to be kicked high, you have never practiced wearing a skirt during practice, so you must remember when you are officially on stage, so It's pretty."
Jiang Shen was obviously frightened, and he didn't realize it until he was strangled by the skirt. He struggled desperately to untie the belt around his waist, but he didn't expect that Song Xin's tie was actually a dead knot. All out: "Then what do you do?! You want to be on stage, and the famous teacher will definitely pick you!"
Song Xin tightly held Jiang Shen's hands. She looked into the boy's eyes and smiled, "I know I'm not suitable for dancing, but I like dancing. It has always been my dream."
Jiang Shen was panting. He looked at Song Xin, his eyes slowly turning red.
Song Xin wiped her face. The girl's makeup was already worn out, but her smile was very pretty: "Some people may not be able to realize their dreams in their lifetime, but that's okay."
"It has been with me for a long time, even if one day I stop dancing, it will never leave me."
Song Xin stretched out her hand, and she pointed to her chest: "It's always been here."
The kite's feathers are colorful, and Jiang Shen's toes are tense, and he stands down, kicking away the swirling skirt. His waist is flexible, and his arms are full of strength and beauty.
Lai Song, who was sitting under the stage, was already dumbfounded, and said slowly: "Little Swan... is it a girl?"
Bai Jin looked at the people on the stage, and after a while he said, "He danced Song Xin's part."
"That's right!" Lai Song realized, he frowned, "Where's Miss Rijin?"
As soon as Bai Jin didn't answer, the teenagers on the stage were almost at the end. Teacher Lin stood up excitedly and took the lead in applauding, not to mention Jiang Shen's three little friends. bright red.
Jiang Shen straightened up, and the other dancers came out one after another to stand on the stage for another curtain call. Several teachers sitting in the front row stood up together.
Because of the constant applause, Jiang Shen had no choice but to thank the curtain three times before finally leaving the stage.
Song Xin had already been waiting, but she was so excited to see him that she was speechless for a long time.
"I remember what you said." Jiang Shen said seriously to her, "Kick up the skirt so that it looks good."
Song Xin almost burst into tears again. She sniffed and said with a smile, "You dance really well."
Jiang Shen wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard Teacher Lin calling his name from a distance, hesitating, Song Xin pushed him hard: "Go!"
Jiang Shen dawdled, and walked over with three steps and three turns.
Teacher Lin looked at him kindly: "I danced very well today, especially in the last part of the female dance step, which completely showed my advantage."
Even though Jiang Shen was often praised, he couldn't help but blush, he muttered: "Song Xin taught me how to dance, today she..."
"Song Xin has already talked to the teacher." Teacher Lin interrupted him. She gave up half of her body and introduced a young man behind her. "This is the representative of the northern modern dance, Mr. Zhou."
Jiang Shen looked over in a daze, Mr. Zhou didn't look very old, he was very fair, and his peach blossom eyes were shining. Mr. Zhou smiled slightly and squatted down, so that Jiang Shen could look down at him.
"My name is Zhou Luoxiang, you can call me Mr. Zhou." Mr. Zhou's voice is nice, and his speech is extremely gentle, "Jiang Shen, right?"
Jiang Shen nodded.
Zhou Luoxiang: "If you want to continue learning how to dance, do you want to learn from me?"
Jiang Shen opened his mouth. He was obviously at a loss. He subconsciously looked at Mr. Lin, who encouraged him: "You can decide for yourself. It's decided. The teacher will tell your parents."
"No hurry." Zhou Luoxiang smiled. He took out a box of business cards from his suit pocket, took one out and handed it to Jiang Shendao, "You can go back and think about it slowly, and then come to Teacher Zhou after thinking about it."
Jiang Shen hesitated for a while, but still accepted the business card. Seeing that he had taken it, Zhou Luoxiang felt relieved, got up and rubbed the top of the boy's head: "Mr. Zhou is waiting for your call, don't forget."
Zhou Luoxiang's titles on the business card obviously had a lot of titles. Jiang Shen looked at a long list and found that he didn't know any of them. He only felt that the perfume on the paper smelled very pungent. He turned to look for Song Xin, who knew a lot.
"North Zhou and South Shen!" Song Xin cupped her face in envy, "It's Zhou Luoxiang!"
Jiang Shen was puzzled: "Is he famous?"
Song Xin's eyes widened: "Of course, he and Shen Junyi have won various world-class modern dance awards for nearly 10 years. However, Zhou Luoxiang is Shen Junyi's younger brother. There is an eight-year difference between the two. Calculated according to the age of the dancers at their peak, Shen Junyi has already started to go downhill, and Zhou Luoxiang is very close to the top 'No. 1 Dance'."
Jiang Shen thought for a while: "He is so thin."
"The style is different." Song Xin said like a treasure, "His modern dance pursues the ultimate feminine beauty, do you want to learn from him?"
Jiang Shen glanced at her: "I haven't figured it out yet."
"Then think about it slowly." Song Xin pushed him to sit on the edge of the makeup table. She took the makeup remover and shook it lightly, "Let me wipe off the totem for you."
The slightly cool make-up remover dripping behind his back felt strange, Jiang Shen hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees.
He couldn't help but asked again: "Song Xin, do you really never dance anymore?"
Song Xin took a cotton pad and wiped it bit by bit: "I don't want to learn, but I can still take it as a hobby." She looked at Jiang Shen in the mirror, "Didn't I say it, dreams It's always been there."
Jiang Shen didn't speak, Song Xin wiped half of his back, and the "audience" who were outside couldn't wait to come in.
When Qing Lingzi saw Jiang Shen, he burst into tears with a "wow".
Jiang Shen looked confused: "Why, what's the matter?!"
Qing Lingzi cried and said: "You, you dance... so, so beautiful."
Jiang Shen: "..."
He looked at Gou Mao and Shu Bao, their eyes were also red...
Lai Song had no choice but to smooth things over, and pushed the three idiots in the country to go out first: "Let's go and order a table for the little swan to celebrate, and you come too, sister Ri Jin!"
Song Xin looked at Jiang Shen: "Can you wipe the rest yourself?"
Just as Jiang Shen was about to nod his head, he heard Bai Jinyi calmly say, "I'll help him."
He took the makeup remover and cotton pad from Song Xin's hand, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Shen: "Anyway, it's not the first time I've helped you remove makeup."
The totem on the back was quickly wiped clean, but Jiang Shen was embarrassed at the position on the front chest: "I'll do it myself."
Bai Jin dodged childishly: "Why, don't you trust my skills?"
Jiang Shen said awkwardly: "No... I can see it, I can do it myself."
Bai Jinyi: "I can see it too."
Jiang Shen: "..." I don't know who Bai Jinyi learned from this rambunctious way of speaking.
"Okay." Jiang Shen compromised in a good temper. He puffed up his chest and said seriously, "You wipe it."
As soon as Bai Jin got very close, he carefully wiped the patterns near his collarbone. Jiang Shen could see the hair on the top of the opponent's head as soon as he lowered his head. After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help asking: "I danced well today. ?"
Bai Jin raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "So many people praised you, didn't you hear it?"
Jiang Shen muttered: "You didn't praise me..."
Bai Jin smiled: "I'm uneducated, and I can't find a better word to praise you."
Jiang Shen was stunned for a moment, then became happy, and said unwillingly: "Then think about it again."
Bai Jin hit his chin with his forehead impatiently: "I'm so annoying to you."
Jiang Shen was finally honest, but he was still happy in his heart.
Bai Jin wiped it very slowly, and when she got to her chest, she dabbed some makeup remover again, before continuing, "But today, why did you dance Song Xin's part?"
Mentioning this matter, Jiang Shen's face darkened again, and he sighed softly.
"Bai Jinyi, tell me." Jiang Shen looked at him, "What exactly is a dream?"
Bai Jin tilted his head and glanced at Jiang Shen, but the movements of his hands didn't stop: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Jiang Shen: "Song Xin said that she couldn't hold on to her dream of dancing, so she decided not to learn, but she also said that even if she stopped learning, her dream would always be with her, is that so?"
After thinking for a long time, Bai Jin said honestly, "Actually, I don't know either."
He pulled a stool, sat opposite Jiang Shen, and stretched out his hand to untie the feather skirt under the opponent's body bit by bit: "My dream is to box. Lightweight or middleweight champions will go to the world to win the gold belt of boxing champion."
Although Jiang Shen was dazed and confused, he always felt that what Bai Jinyi said should be a very, very powerful thing.
Bai Jinyi untied the skirt for him, and picked up the cotton pad to wipe the totem on his waist again: "But I also know that the peak period of a boxer is not long, and I may not be able to fight until I am in my thirties. .” He paused, and continued, “But even so, I don’t think I haven’t stuck to my dream.”
As soon as Bai Jin raised his head, he said, "It's finished."
Jiang Shen let out an "ah" and looked down at his clean skin.
As soon as Bai Jin brought his clothes, he ordered: "Raise your hand."
Jiang Shen raised his arms obediently.
After putting on his jacket, Bai Jinyi squatted down to take off Jiang Shen's dancing shoes. Because of years of ballet practice, Jiang Shen's arches are much higher than normal people's. Even if they are naturally flat, the insteps can be seen Obvious bend.
"Does it hurt?" Bai Jinyi asked suddenly while holding his foot.
"It doesn't hurt if you get used to it." Jiang Shen shook his head, but still felt a little disgusted, "It just looks ugly."
Bai Jinyi didn't say a word, and changed his shoes.
"My hands don't look good either." Bai Jinyi put the back of his hands in front of Jiang Shen, "You can see that they are all scars, the kind that can't be removed."
"So, it's okay little swan." Bai Jin looked at him and smiled, "If you want to be ugly, let's be ugly together."
No matter how many years have passed, Jiang Shen still remembers that his so-called dream finally became those concrete things on this day.
They have become the wind in the fields and the rain in the mountains, a sleepy dance room in spring, a little girl in a floral dress, a dim light at the door of a bookstore, and two eggs in a lunch box.
And Bai Jinyi's scarred hand.
They are like stars, rushing through the long years to come, engraved in the bright galaxy of the future.