The mountains and rivers are gentle today

The lights of the science and education building came on one by one after the daily karaoke station of the radio station. This newest building on the campus of Seventh Middle School, which has been weathered for decades, has become a paradise for some art students and another part of art students. the prison cells of the students.

Every time Lin Xiqing came to practice room 302, he wondered why there were so many holes that had been punched and filled in on the walls that were so good.It was a long time later that Xu Lan, a classmate of the campus, told her that these were holes for water pipes, and that 302 used to be a chemistry laboratory—to be precise, every room in the entire science and education building used to be a laboratory. "Otherwise, why is this building called the 'Science and Education Building'?" - These are Xu Lan's original words.

"Then why is it turned into a practice room again?"

"Do you think there are any students in Seventh Middle School who can do experiments? Do you have money to buy experimental materials? Instead of leaving them empty, it's better to give them to art students."

Of course, at this time Lin Xiqing had no time to lament that he had grown up so much that he hadn't done any experiments yet.She is struggling to catch up with Cheng Yanfan's train of thought - why is this movement so forceful, and how to relieve that movement...

Cheng Yanfan has a deep understanding of dance, and it is good for students of the same age to understand, but Cheng Yanfan should be better than them - Lin Xiqing came to such a conclusion after half an hour.She couldn't even figure out why Cheng Yanfan would come to study in their little-known little place. Shouldn't this level appear in places like Beiwu High School?

Lin Xiqing looked at herself in the mirror, another hour of practice seemed to allow her to imitate a ray of aura from Cheng Yanfan, which was stretched, natural, and contagious.She felt that she should have seen or even been familiar with this style—in the countless days and nights that seemed to her like an eternity many years ago.

Almost ten years ago, she was a little girl who only danced in her life. She didn't think cultural lessons were so important. She never thought that one day she would be trapped in Lao Shizi's sea of ​​books, and she was always ready to dedicate her life to the dance career—— Even children who are too young don't understand what life is all about.

It was this year that she made it all the way to the finals of the T Cup Modern Dance Group.

That is the T-cup, the highest honor that all the little boys who learn to dance dream of.

But she never thought of winning the T Cup Gold Award, because it was rumored that their No. 1 modern dance competition in this T Cup was already doomed, after all, there was a girl whose level was higher than others.

She didn't believe it at first, until the girl's number plate was one behind her in the preliminary round, and she just finished watching the girl's performance completely out of breath.

Light, lively and infectious.

If the countless little dancers before them were carefully carved pictures of beauties, then this girl dancing on a small stage of [-] square meters is a natural queen in the stage world.

……

Lin Xiqing felt peer pressure for the first time in her short dancing career, but she also lost the ability to keep up.

In the end, Lin Xiqing, who was still only eight years old in a few months, failed to finish the dance in the T Cup final, but it did not affect the talented girl who won the gold medal as everyone expected.

That girl, what's her name?

Lin Xiqing looked at Cheng Yanfan in the mirror with deep eyes.

"It's 08:30." Cheng Yanfan looked at Lin Xiqing in the mirror, and met his eyes through the tortuous reflection.

"Oh, yes." Lin Xiqing hurriedly turned her eyes away, and packed up the things she brought earlier, "I'm leaving first, thank you tonight."

When Lin Xiqing walked out of the practice room, he wanted to take the opportunity to close the door, but Cheng Yanfan followed Lin Xiqing and blocked the door.

Cheng Yanfan turned off the light and walked in front of Lin Xiqing.

"You don't practice anymore?" Lin Xiqing was a little surprised. Could it be that Cheng Yanfan also planned to go back to the classroom to write questions?

Cheng Yanfan waved his hand, probably as a tacit consent.

When going down the stairs, Cheng Yanfan sped up his movements, but his footsteps were still light, and he didn't even activate the voice-activated lights.

Lin Xiqing was thrown far away, and stood in the stairwell on the third floor, condescendingly looking down at Cheng Yanfan's blurry silhouette gradually receding in the darkness.

"Cheng Yanfan!" The voice-activated light in the stairwell flickered on, dazzled for a moment to the eyes that had adapted to the darkness.

The girl who was called out stopped in her tracks.

"Have you ever won a T-cup gold medal?" Lin Xiqing took a step down.

Cheng Yanfan didn't answer, just stood at the corner of the stairs from the third floor to the second floor, his back was still straight, but he was silent.

Lin Xiqing knew that the deadline for her leave was coming, and her strict monitor might have written a bright red "-2" in her conduct column.But she vaguely felt that now at least she should not go down and bypass Cheng Yanfan, nor should she say something else to divert the topic, so that both she and Cheng Yanfan have a step down.

The voice-activated light went off impatiently, and the stairwell returned to darkness and silence again.

Finally, Cheng Yanfan's cold and emotionless voice sounded:

"Yes, I have."

The light came on again, Cheng Yanfan walked downstairs, then ran without looking back.

It was past twelve o'clock when Lin Xiqing returned to the rented room, more than an hour later than usual.Dance practice was delayed for a while, and she added an extra set of physics papers for herself after school at eleven o'clock, to make up for some study time.

The light was not on when she opened the door, and the toiletry items in the bathroom were not stained with water, so Cheng Yanfan should not have come back yet.

Lin Xiqing was a little concerned about Cheng Yanfan's performance when she left the science building. She asked Xu Lan about Cheng Yanfan's classroom, which was downstairs from their class.After she finished writing the set of physics papers, she took a look. The door was unlocked and the lights had long been turned off.There are not many books in the classroom, which is very in line with the atmosphere of No. [-] Middle School that has always been ignorant.

At least Cheng Yanfan didn't leave early to brush up on questions.

Lin Xiqing suddenly felt a little lost.

At this moment, the door rang.

Cheng Yanfan staggered and fell in, and stabilized his figure with a strange footwork.

Lin Xiqing held the tooth jar and was dumbfounded again.

Is this the absolute balance of the dance master!

Of course, Lin Xiqing's residual morality made her unable to watch.As soon as she put the tooth bowl down, she put her free arm around Cheng Yanfan, trying to help him into the room and lie down first.

But the moment she got closer, Lin Xiqing couldn't help frowning—she smelled alcohol, which was exactly the kind she would smell in the toilet in the early morning, but it was more than a little bit stronger.

Being able to accept the residual smell of alcohol in the bathroom in the morning and being in close contact with the humanoid alcohol dispenser are obviously two different things. Lin Xiqing couldn't move for a while.

At this moment, Cheng Yanfan broke away from Lin Xiqing, rushed to the sink, supported the cold imitation porcelain countertop with both hands, and vomited uncontrollably.

In the end, she pressed her fingers across her throat and induced vomiting.

Then turn on the tap and rinse the countertop.He splashed water on his face again, and pulled off the towel to dry himself.

It was done in one go, as if it had been done many times.

Lin Xiqing stood a few steps behind Cheng Yanfan, as if watching a thrilling horror show.A good student who has been a good student for more than ten years has never seen such a posture, and she didn't even have time to brew disgust in her heart, leaving only surprise and, a little fear.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Yanfan had already turned around and went to the bedroom. When he saw Lin Xiqing standing outside the bathroom, he turned back, picked up the dish soap, poured it on the sink, and wiped it away with his hands.

"You..." Lin Xiqing stood behind Cheng Yanfan, the yellowed imitation porcelain countertop actually didn't show what he had experienced before, "Are you hungry? You might feel a little bit after you just vomited."

"I keep fit." Cheng Yanfan replied calmly.

Is it popular to rely on drinking to induce vomiting to keep fit?

Lin Xiqing was still complaining about Cheng Yanfan's "femme fatale" half a month ago, but she doesn't seem to have changed much at present, at least not familiar enough to ask such a private question directly.

"How about I make you a glass of milk?"

In the cupboard was Lin Xiqing's skimmed milk powder left by her mother when she came back to visit her two months ago. After opening it and drinking it twice, Lin Xiqing thought it tasted dry, so she never touched it again.

Cheng Yanfan rinsed off the dish soap, and put a warm cup filled with milk into her hand.

"The water dispenser can't boil the water, so you can make do with it, just don't need to let it cool down." Lin Xiqing walked around Yanfan, and walked sideways into the narrow bathroom cubicle.

The strong dishwashing liquid tastes like a poor-quality air freshener. It is strong enough to be considered a bad smell, but fortunately, it can whitewash the ugliness of alcohol, the smell of vomit, and all the ugly and even dirty past realities, with a layer of attachment The veil on the surface conceals the unbearable fact inside-they are all such people.

When Cheng Yanfan returned to the room, he took a sip of the milk in the glass - there was even some oatmeal in it.However, when soaked in warm water of [-] or [-] degrees, the oatmeal is not soft, and it has an obvious grainy feeling in the mouth, and it makes a muffled sound when chewing.

Lin Xiqing and Cheng Yanfan agreed to practice in the dance studio after class in the afternoon.Cheng Yanfan led Lin Xiqing to dance the dance that had been polished like an original one, and then left on time at 08:30.We met again on time at the rental room at twelve o'clock, one with a brain washed by Dali, and the other with the smell of alcohol from nowhere, and occasionally vomited like the first day, but most of the time They all came back awake.

Lin Xiqing didn't ask much about Cheng Yanfan's matter. As for the question of why the T-cup gold medalist was relegated to a small place like L City, who is not a female classmate with a story?Cheng Yanfan didn't say anything, and Lin Xiqing didn't intend to ask.

But during the ten days of practice, Cheng Yanfan has been dancing Lin Xiqing's dance.At least Lin Xiqing has never seen the other party practice anything else, and he has never seen the teacher to guide the process of Yanfan's body posture and other aspects.

The study of art is different from the study of culture, at least Lin Xiqing thinks so.Learning culture can rely on online classes, reading books, and writing questions without relying on teachers, but this is not always the case for art learning. It can be said that art learning is difficult to rely on self-study and cannot be separated from human guidance.

Lin Xiqing felt that Cheng Yanfan's state was very wrong.

"Have you performed on stage recently?" Lin Xiqing asked.

"how?"

"No, I'll just ask. If not..." Lin Xiqing took a breath, "Why don't we go to the New Year's Eve party together."

Every time Lin Xiqing watched Cheng Yanfan's actions, he would think of the little girl in the T Cup preliminaries nearly ten years ago, with her infectious smile when she appeared to the audience.This image flashed in her mind from the time she remembered who Cheng Yanfan was, and then kept repeating and deepening the memory, as if it had become a lingering nightmare.

But she felt that just by virtue of that smile—a stage where one party could dance to his heart's content was of great significance to Cheng Yanfan.

"We're not in the same class, can we apply for a program? And the solo dance is forced to be performed by two people, it won't look good." Cheng Yanfan folded his arms.

"Uh... I seem to have an idea."