The day Ji Chengyang returned to China was Thursday.
Ji Yi sat in the classroom with his seat next to the window. She put her legs close to the heater, secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, the heating was started on the 7th of this year. Otherwise, it would be too cold to catch up with the ten days before the heating every year. She was afraid he would be frozen.
She was full of heart, and she was flipping through her math papers all day long.
I have read the last few copies repeatedly, and even repeatedly confirmed that the real scores have reached the agreement.
The bell rang after class, and she was the first to rush out of the classroom with her schoolbag.
People in the orchestra were surprised when they saw her along the way. They thought she was going to the rehearsal hall. They didn't expect that she didn't stop at all and rushed to the school gate. It was not a weekend, and there were not many cars outside the school. She soon saw Ji Chengyang standing beside the car across the road.
When she ran over, she couldn't stand still, so she looked at him and smiled.
I couldn't stop my heartbeat and blushing, and when it was over, I couldn't control it at all.
Ji Chengyang opened the door on the co-pilot's side and escorted her into the car. Then he walked around in front of the car and got into the car. He closed the door. "Hair is growing?" he asked suddenly.
"It's a bit longer, I don't bother to cut it." She didn't dare to look directly at him this time.
In fact, her hair has always been the length of her ears. With a hard effort, she can still tie the ends of her hair, but if you don’t tie it, it’s more convenient... As for why she has to tie a small tail so hard, it’s mainly because she heard that her classmates often Say: Boys like girls with long hair.
And Zhao Xiaoying once said that only by tying the hair frequently can the hair grow faster.
So she used to tie up her hair every day, hoping that she would have long and fluttering hair when she went to college.
She thought she had to wait for Nuan Nuan, but Ji Chengyang drove away directly.
Is this... a special gift
He rewarded her alone one night.
Ji Chengyang took her to dinner, and the car drove to the north exhibition before he told her that he was going to watch a ballet tonight.
On the way, Ji Chengyang suddenly saw a small shop on the side of the road, and the glass case in front of the shop was the candied haws made just now. He laughed: "Remember the red bean paste stuffed candied haws I gave you when you were a kid?" Ji Yi nodded, "Remember, I also gave you a lot of red bean paste." And it was half of my own bite... She added silently.
"Go and buy a bunch for me." He stopped, took out his wallet, and handed it directly to her.
"Aren't you going?" She counted, going by herself
"I'm waiting for you in the car," he laughed, "how old you are, you need someone to accompany you to buy candied haws."
Ji Yi just asked casually. She was embarrassed to be so embarrassed by him, and immediately opened the door and got out of the car. But he really bought it back, and he stopped eating, and let her eat it all by herself. Although she had eaten the last two, she slightly thought about whether to give him one and a half left... But she was no longer as calm as she was when she was a child, her face became hot, and she simply ate it all.
Today's Beizhan Theater is very different, but it is not clear what is different. She doesn't come here very often, only two symphony orchestra people got free tickets, and she followed them to see two shows. She has always learned folk music, and even Chinese painting, calligraphy and dance are ethnically biased, so she is not very familiar with these.
She was sitting in the magnificent hall, sitting in the red seat that belonged to her tonight, and heard unfamiliar names spoken by the people behind her, Fehlin and Goracheva, talking about Bolshoi Ballet, talking about tonight "Swan Lake".
"This play started rehearsing more than 30 years ago and only premiered in Russia last year," Ji Chengyang motioned to her to take off her coat to avoid feeling too hot for a while.
"why?"
"Because at that time, the socialist Soviet Union did not allow tragedies," Ji Chengyang laughed, "understand?"
"Can it be performed after the disintegration of the Soviet Union?" Ji Yi thought reflexively about the time when the Soviet Union disintegrated. "Didn't it disintegrate in 1991? Why not perform in 1991?"
"This is not something we can know."
She hummed, and recalled: "Is the end of Swan Lake a tragedy? I remember it was a happy ending."
He knew it: "You mean fairy tales?"
"... I have only watched fairy tales." And I have watched cartoons.
At that time, I felt very touching. After misunderstandings and hardships, finally the prince and the white swan came together.
"Swan Lake has many versions, both comedy and tragedy," Ji Chengyang laughed. "The version performed tonight is a tragedy."
The two men sitting behind Ji Chengyang were obviously true lovers of ballet. Hearing what Ji Chengyang said, they chatted in a low voice while they were still entering the venue. Those two people counted the advantages of each version of Swan Lake, and looked forward to the tragic ending tonight, looking forward to the most authentic new version from the Moscow Dance Company.
The enthusiasm of the discussion infected an old man next to Ji Yi, and even began to recall the scene of this ballet group coming to China in 1959, and how the world-famous All-Star lineup was unforgettable. Ji Chengyang smiled and listened, responding to the old man from time to time, as if chatting with a long-familiar elder.
By his side, he naturally attracted some like-minded people to talk about topics of interest.
This is the attraction of the soul.
And she just stayed with him like this, look at this...
Why is it a tragedy? Forget it, tragedy is tragedy, it's just a ballet anyway.
Tonight is the first performance. Before the performance started, a big man naturally met the artist and stayed behind to watch tonight’s performance together. She suddenly thought of a question, is Ji Chengyang returning to China today to see this new version of Swan Lake from Russia? In order to... show it for yourself
Thinking about this, she saw a huge black and white swan painting slowly hanging down in the center of the stage.
She turned her head to see him.
The stage lights changed, and a layer of light was cast on his face.
How long will you stay in Beijing this time
I hope it can be more than two months, or even one month.
After the performance, Ji Chengyang went to the bathroom. She was waiting in a corner that would not hinder people with her schoolbag on her back. Unexpectedly, Wang Haoran appeared first. He and the pedestrian walking out walked in retrogradely. When they saw Ji Yi, they hurried over and patted her on the shoulder: "Where is Ji Chengyang?" She looked at Wang Haoran and didn't understand why he would come: "He is in the bathroom."
Just as he was talking, Ji Chengyang had already walked over.
As he walked, he put on his glasses, then threw his car key to Wang Haoran: "Thank you."
"What are you doing with this?" Wang Haoran was amused, "but you really want to see with your eyes, why is there always something wrong."
"I've seen it, and I haven't found any problems."
Ji Chengyang habitually touched the back of Ji Yi's head and motioned her to leave together.
But Ji Yi was worried, and the mood of watching the symphony ballet just disappeared.
Wang Haoran smiled: "That can't be delayed. Go and do a thorough inspection. Don't drive recently," he said, and couldn't help but laugh, "You are also funny enough. I came to see Swan Lake just now. , What about your niece? Why is Xiao Xixi alone?"
"She said to make up today." Ji Chengyang said, Ji Yi didn't know whether it was true or not.
"Aren't the two of them in the same school?"
"She learns theory, I learn literature," Ji Yi added hurriedly, "usually much busier than me."
Wang Haoran did not continue to entangle this question, and asked Ji Chengyang about the arrangements after returning to China, and of course he was very concerned about the problems that suddenly appeared in his eyes. Ji Yi learned from their conversation that at the beginning of this performance, Ji Chengyang felt that it was not clear at the beginning. This situation also happened in the United States, and the inspection did not find any problems.
So he thought he was tired, and the first thing he thought of was to inform Wang Haoran to help drive the car and send Ji Yi back.
Ji Yi sat in the passenger seat and looked at Ji Chengyang from the window. She especially didn't want to go first, but the door of the dormitory was about to be locked. She had to accept Ji Chengyang's arrangement and go back first.
On the way, she was thinking about Ji Chengyang, and Wang Haoran frequently asked her to talk, but she didn't listen carefully.
"Sixi?" Wang Haoran was really helpless, "You just don't want to talk to me?"
"No..." Ji Yi thinks he is Ji Chengyang's good friend, and of course loves Wu Jiwu very much like him, "I'm thinking about the exam for self-study tomorrow morning." One night, he lied for the second time.
Wang Haoran laughed.
He opened the car window and said, "Ji Chengyang is also true. You are a little girl sitting in the car and smoking so much cigarettes. It's really awkward. I drove the window and put on your clothes." He said Reading, looking at Ji Yi, "Yes, close the zipper of the little cotton suit."
In fact, she is quite used to this taste.
Ji Yi pulled up his clothes, and his thoughts slipped to Ji Chengyang.
Has he hit the car already? Can you sleep tonight? Is it going to be a jet lag for several days
As a result, when I arrived at the school, the dormitory was still closed.
Ji Yi knocked on the teacher’s window in the dormitory building cheeky. Fortunately, the teacher got used to her often going out to perform. He thought it was another school event. He opened the door to her and said, “You have half a year to take the college entrance examination, right? Don't let you go?" Ji Yi hummed with a guilty conscience, and ran upstairs in three steps and two steps. Going to the corner of the second and third floors of high school, I took my cell phone and dialed Ji Chengyang's number.
After thinking about it, he picked it up.
"I'm at school," Ji Yi told him in a low voice, "Are you still uncomfortable now? Can your eyes still see clearly?"
"It's okay," Ji Chengyang smiled, "Go to bed, children who have early self-study need to go to bed early."
She was relieved, and suddenly remembered a big event: "It's broken, I forgot to show you my math paper..."
He laughed: "I saw it, and I gave you a reward, in your bag. Go back to sleep, good night."
award
Isn't it the Swan Lake at the end of that tragedy
When Ji Yi heard Zha Su's teacher walking up the stairs, he hurriedly said goodnight, and hung up the phone. She ran back into the dormitory, put her schoolbag on the bed, turned it eagerly, and there was something more inside. When was it put in? so amazing.
She recalled carefully, it seemed that the only time he left her schoolbag tonight was when he asked himself to buy candied haws... No wonder... No wonder he refused to accompany him to get out of the car to buy.
She looked down.
This is a very delicately bound book, but it doesn't look like a real book.
Ji Yi flipped through the small screen of his mobile phone and found that every page was blank. Only the title page had his hand-signed "Ji Chengyang" with the suffix "2001.11.15". In the lower right corner of each page, there is a page number marked by his handwriting.
The rest is blank. Is this a blank notebook that he has bound by himself
Ji Yi hugged the notebook and lay down on the bed abruptly, and couldn't help but roll twice with the notebook. Yin Qingqing in the upper bunk finally couldn't help it. She probed down and whispered: "Ancestor, can you sleep? You have gone to be a leader in the liberal arts class. I am still in the fire pit of the experimental class. Get up early, get up early!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Ji Yi said in the moonlight.
When the upper bunk was finally quiet, she put her arms around her notebook, lay on the bed, and continued to giggle silently...