Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

As night fell on Sunday, at the Grand Theater of the International Culture and Art Center.

Eirene's Lament

Principal Soloist: Spring Thoughts

For this dancer, who is praised by both China and foreign countries as the "crown of ballet", it seems disrespectful to call her the "youngest principal dancer".

The light poured down like moonlight, and she emerged from the depths of the halo. The elegant arc of her slender neck made the white swans bow their heads in despair.

The taut toes drew a perfect semi-arc in the beam of light, leaping up, falling, and spinning lightly.

The lost gem of the 19th century is being reborn on the stage of the 21st century.

This ballet, which was born in the Romantic period, has been given a new interpretation in contemporary theater.

Love is not the eternal theme of romantic literary works.

This fairy wandering by the moonlight lake sublimates the eternal emotions of mankind with the most exquisite body language of ballet art.

This is the meaning of top art.

As the last arabesque freezes, the aftertaste of classical art continues to vibrate in my heart, like a never-ending aria.

The applause was like thunder.

Chunnian nodded in farewell, leaned forward gracefully and knelt down, the golden olive branches in his sweaty hair trembled with his breathing, like the everlasting laurel branches in the Temple of Apollo.

Backstage at the theater, people are busy coming and going.

"Nianren, let's go to the dinner party together later!"

Chun Nianren took off her headdress and looked through the mirror at Yuan Meng who was packing clothes beside her.

"I'm not going, you guys have fun."

Yuan Meng leaned closer out of curiosity and whispered in her ear.

"Someone's here? Who is it? What have you been doing these days since you came back? I didn't see you before the townhouse."

"rest at home."

She chuckled and passed it off without saying much.

The heavy rain turned the entire city into a blurred copperplate engraving.

Chun Nianren walked out of the theater and stood under the rain corridor. Her white suspender skirt revealed her slender and graceful shoulders, neck and collarbone. The hem of her skirt was connected by a small irregular piece of white gauze, revealing her straight and slender legs under her calves.

A black Maybach passed through the rain curtain and stopped under the marble steps. Shen Luzhou pushed open the car door and came out with an umbrella.

When he came closer, Chun Nianren covered her forehead with one hand, held up her skirt with the other, and ran towards the man on tiptoe, like a wet butterfly, and flew under his umbrella.

"I was just about to call you."

Shen Lingzhou's gaze fell on her shoulders which were slightly wet from the rain.

"Why run?"

The moment Chun Nianren was stuffed into the car by him, he shuddered at the cold air in the car.

Shen Luzhou pulled the suit jacket hanging beside him and wrapped it around her thin shoulders, got into the car, stretched out his long arms, and pulled her onto his lap.

The bulkhead is rising.

After turning off the air conditioner, the temperature inside the car slowly rose.

With his fingertips, he brushed aside the ends of her hair that were wet from the rain and stuck to her collarbone.

When the scent of pine and fir after the snow mixed with body temperature from the man wafted over, Chun Nianren took the opportunity to hook her arms around his neck.

"I want an indulgence meal."

Shen Lingzhou had long arms resting on her waist, his arms with sleeves rolled up were slender and lean, and his expensive watch did not reveal a trace of romanticism, but instead highlighted his laziness and dignity.

Hug the person tighter.

Thin lips utter a temperature that is not in line with the heart.

"It's worthless."

Dancers need to maintain their figure, so they have to reduce calorie intake while satisfying their physical needs with three meals a day. Meat and vegetables that are only cooked in water usually taste bad.

Chun Nianren has a performance this week. In order to look good on camera and in costume, he has been eating especially "healthily" these days.

Shen Luzhou said that she eats food like eating grass.

He remembered her work schedule and took the next two days off.

The sweet aroma of cream filled the villa.

Hamburger, fried chicken, cola and french fries.

Blueberry Cake Ice Cream...

The marble dining table was set out with her favorite sweet and high-calorie foods.

Chun Nianren sat down, dipped some French fries in the ice cream, and talked to him about his schedule for next week while eating.

"I have a day off on Monday and Tuesday. Dancer magazine will come to interview me on Wednesday. I'll go to the theater for a rehearsal on Thursday. I'll perform at the theater on Friday, Saturday and Sunday..."

Shen Qizhou sat next to her, leaning against the back of the chair, with his long arms across the table, giving her an invisible feeling of encircling her.

Watching her eat in a strange and enjoyable way.

"Is it really that delicious?"

"You don't know, French food is not to my taste. Even KFC in France tastes terrible. I am going crazy thinking about this."

When she talked about her life in a foreign country, she had a lot of insights, and then she heard the man next to her ask in a cold voice.

"Except for eating, everything is pleasant."

"Haha."

Chun Nianren laughed dryly for no apparent reason, and then felt that every wrong should be punished.

Studying abroad was her life and career plan from the beginning to the end.

The appearance of Mrs. Shen only changed her relationship with Shen Luzhou and future development.

She knew that Mrs. Shen looked down on her, and maybe it was still the case now.

But he was no longer an ordinary college student, although his social status could not be compared with that of the top families like the Shen family, which had been distinguished for generations.

She pinched a blueberry, sat sideways on his lap, and leaned on his arm.

"Unhappy, I missed you."

"If it wasn't for my aunt making me realize that in the eyes of outsiders, our relationship is so unequal, and that our relationship can be measured and resolved with a check, I would definitely have talked to you about my plan to go to France."

"If possible, I certainly hope to get your family's approval, but if that's not possible, I can only blame you..."

Shen Luzhou loosened his tie, bit the blueberry between her fingertips, and put his hands on her waist.

"Don't worry, she has no problem with you now."

Chun Nian looked at him suspiciously.

"You won't tell your aunt that I'm pregnant, will you?"

Shen Lingzhou stroked her lower back with his thumb and looked at her with a smile.

"Have you ever thought that she only dares to look for you in private, Nian Nian? You don't have any confidence in me at all, huh?"

He hummed slowly and lazily, and the area where his fingertips had rubbed felt itchy, making her want to hide.

"I am full?"

"no!"

Chun Nianren felt that Shen Luzhou liked her physically.

There was a scent of wormwood on his fingertips, which was now mixed with the fishy smell of the heavy rain outside the window. He pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The tie was wrapped around her wrists, and her silk nightgown was soaked with sweat and stuck to the cold glass.

The delicate and elegant butterfly bones are like a ballet dancer sculpture that has been polished thousands of times, and every part of the body is a work of art.

She raised her foot to kick him, but it was soft and painless, as if she was flirting.

He lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist, holding her ankles, and sighed after watching.

"Chief Chun, please be generous to me."

Heavy rain beat against the glass curtain wall, and Chunnian felt as if his heart was repeating the dance of death.

In the end, she lost consciousness, tears hanging on her eyelashes, and was kissed away by the man.