The teenagers in the broken shimmer dance with the wind

Li Yuanzhi nodded and followed his pace, walking towards the street.

"The first time I saw you was at the school report performance, do you remember? You danced "max" with Liyou, and the scene exploded."

Xu Shanmu lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "I guess, I also practiced with Li You for several days."

"I was just curious about Wanliyou at the time." A sycamore leaf fell in front of Li Yuanzhi, and he reached out to catch it: "In fact, everyone in the venue was very curious about him at the time, and everyone wanted to see the legendary child star who has endured for a long time. I want to know what ability he has to be able to stand in that position." Li Yuanzhi's eyebrows were curved, but he didn't hide it at all: "In fact, most of them went there with the intention of watching the fun. I didn't expect him to be so strong."

"Yeah." Xu Shanmu smiled slightly: "Liyou is really strong, but he thinks he is weak."

"But..." Li Yuanzhi turned his head and smiled like a child: "The one who is really strong is you." He coughed twice: "At that time, the spotlights gathered on the stage and amidst the cheers of everyone, I could really see You are the one on stage. You have the ability to catch people's attention at a glance. You dance better than Liyou. Everyone is not a fool. You can tell by a little comparison. Liyou is very strong, but he He is a person who is strong when he meets the strong."

"Shanmu." Li Yuanzhi sighed with his hands behind his back, and smiled helplessly, "You can't deny that Liyou grew up by your side."

"That requires him to have the ability and perseverance." Xu Shanmu took out his camera and took two or three random photos, then looked down at the display screen: "Yuan Zhi, I'm not your benchmark, you shouldn't have expectations of me .”

"I know." Li Yuanzhi kicked the moss-covered stones at his feet, and his eyes fell on the Hui style buildings beside the road. The white walls and black tiles are always bleak and cold, graceful and graceful like water. Sunshine wants to grab it with his hands, but Sunshine is stubborn and never let people catch him: "However, it is too difficult for one person. Whether it is the main school or the branch school, there is too much competition here. If I don't catch you, maybe..." He frowned, feeling sad: "Maybe he won't have the strength to fight."

"This world is big." Xu Shanmu stopped in front of a sycamore tree and began to adjust the aperture: "It's not just dancing, and it's not just a practice room. Teachers are just teachers, and what they can teach can only be theirs. Your own. You live in this world, you have to have your own things."

"Your own stuff?"

"Well. It's like... Jinghong's dance is full of gods, ghosts, monsters and beasts. It's not limited to one thing. It's colorful and colorful when you look at it. The stage owned by Liyou is also a sea of ​​stars. He dances and When singing, people always give people a very vast illusion, and the song of Qingzhou is the same. He incorporates his imagination of the world into it, which is dreamy, smart and fascinating. Each of them has their own things. But you don’t, so You use me as a benchmark. Understand?"

"Then what can I have?"

"It should be what you want to have, right." Xu Shanmu looked over with a little disgust: "You don't think that I taught you the Xinghai in Liyou, right? It's something he put together by himself, from childhood to adulthood The same goes for Jinghong's dance, it's all accumulated bit by bit."

Xu Shanmu reached out to catch a sycamore leaf, and then threw it into the dust. He looked at the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves, with a withered look: "In addition to talent and hard work, art is more about accumulation and learning. The way of expression , the way of presentation and the way of deduction are very important. Just like you, what clothes do you wear today and what kind of feeling do you want to give people? It takes time to learn. Although I am a genius, I am not You can dance and read from birth." The boy smiled like a child: "Didn't you learn to hurt Zhongyong when you were young?"

Li Yuanzhi froze there, and sincerely asked for advice: "But this is very difficult, what you said requires abandoning other people's eyes, and it is very difficult not to live under the eyes of others."

"Then take your time." Xu Shanmu pushed him forward: "What's the rush? You're not even 20 years old, and the world will end tomorrow? Don't you think so? There's no rush." He walked to Li Yuanzhi's side, and softly said: "In this world, you are not the only one who is confused."

"..." Li Yuanzhi smiled and did not speak.

Seeing him like this, Xu Shanmu said again: "Artists are very bastards, you live too well, do you want me to ask Fan Yuan and the others to take you wild for two days? Go online, travel, eat, follow Forget about letting go of your dreams together?"

Li Yuanzhi really laughed this time, and he let out a mouthful of laughter that shook in the air like a musical talisman: "No wonder Wan Liyou has such a sharp mouth, and it was also trained by you? You are so unforgiving. Get the upper hand."

"So he often ignores my opinions." Xu Shanmu said: "It's all the experience generated during the confrontation."

Entering the wonton shop, Xu Shanmu asked Li Yuanzhi to take a seat, and he went to line up.

The young man is handsome and elegant, no matter where he stands, he is the focus of attention, and his conversation is inexplicably arrogant and elegant, one can tell that the tutor is excellent.

Li Yuanzhi sat there, quietly listening to the discussions around him, and then laughed after listening, there really were all kinds of voices.

When he came back with the number plate, Li Yuanzhi asked him, "How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

"No, Liyou's Alipay."

"..." Li Yuanzhi had an inexplicable expression: "Why do you have his Alipay?"

"He also swipes my card a lot, which is normal."

"You all know the password?" Li Yuanzhi felt incredible: "You two have such a good relationship?"

Xu Shanmu touched the flyer over there, stretched out his hand to take it, and flipped through it casually: "Well. I don't care about these things very much. After I told him, he pestered me to tell me his password. One straight one."

"Shan Mu, is your family rich?" Li Yuanzhi looked at the young man's equipment. He had curiously checked the price of these items on the Internet. Those master-level cameras cost about [-] yuan, not to mention that he kept them in the locker. Those updated cameras inside.There are also the clothes on the young man, Ruo Jinghong and Wanliyou's spending power, he has seen it before, and he has also followed them to those famous brand stores...

These are all shocking prices.

"I see that you don't seem to care about spending money at all." He asked more reservedly.

Xu Shanmu smiled: "Money is meant to be spent, and I can make money myself. All my money is earned by myself."

"How to earn?"

"I know how to program." The teenager pointed to the computer in his bag and said, "I have been earning my own money since junior high school."

"What about your parents? They don't care about you?" In his memory, Xu Shanmu never mentioned anything about his family, but did Wan Liyou still chatter about what happened to his relatives...

"I am an orphan."

In the noisy environment, Li Yuanzhi thought he heard it wrong, and he froze there for a long time before he came back to his senses, and looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment: "What?!" He subconsciously asked back, and retreated a little defensively.

Just as the food delivery person came over, Xu Shanmu handed over the number plate and began to move the wontons and remove the plates. He smiled and rolled his eyebrows, and pushed the wontons in front of him: "You don't have to be so surprised. Don't you think I look like a happy person?" A child raised in the family?"

He poured chili oil into the bowl for him, and seeing the bright red one echoing the scallions, Xu Shanmu raised his head to meet Li Yuanzhi's astonished eyes: "Look, I envy you for having a pair of parents who love you so much .”

Li Yuanzhi didn't remember the taste of wontons, he only remembered Xu Shanmu's colorless eyes behind the white smoke curling up, although they were crystal clear, they looked like Xu Ran's ashes after the embers were burned out.

The second time, the last time he touched the real face of this person, was in that early morning.

same……

All he felt was the desolation to death.

After dinner, Xu Shanmu waved goodbye to him with his equipment on his back. Li Yuanzhi originally wanted to go with him, but Xu Shanmu politely refused. He said that Wan Liyou finally left, so he was a little more free.Don't disturb his rare vacation.

He stepped into the hall full of autumn leaves, turned his head, and smiled at Li Yuanzhi behind him:

"Yuan Zhi, music is free, so you are also free."

That smile is like a burst of flower fragrance flying in the late spring of old age, and everything is gradually withering.Someone is singing a cappella, the pear blossoms are full of spring, and the sun is setting all over the ground.

Withered, withered...

why?

Li Yuanzhi stayed where he was, why did he feel that after he got close to Xu Shanmu, he would see that strange sight on the proud son of heaven, he shouldn't be like this, why... would he be such a person?

The boy reacted and wanted to chase after him, but the person in front of him had disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people, and even his breath was no longer in the air, as if he had never been here before...

Ruo Jinghong broke into the dormitory next door to return the book, and there was a note written by Xu Shanmu on the desk.

I will accept your iron-cold answer with bare feet.

Like a lonely bird in the dark,

I perch away from all belief,

I know tonight I'll sleep soundly,

Not knowing if I'm going to wake up in the morning.

—— "I am a handful of soil"

"This is the poem of an Icelandic poet." Xu Qingzhou broke in after him, looked at the note in his hand, and couldn't help frowning: "What Xu Shanmu read is really messy, this kind of depressing poem I've seen them all."

"You can recognize it, haven't you seen it too?"

Xu Qingzhou reached out and patted the young man on the head, took his arm and dragged the man out: "Let's go, this time the silver award is also a lot of money, dad will take you to eat and drink. There is a new version of your favorite brand , Dad bought you a present?"

The little fairy shouted angrily: "Who is your son!!"

A torrential rain passed in autumn, and many people were defeated by resistance in this rain.

Ruo Jinghong was the most serious one. His whole body was so hot that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He went to the hospital for three or four days before the fever subsided. After the fever subsided, he still spoke in a strong nasal voice, sounding like a baby. .Everyone couldn't help but stepped forward to tease him, and the angry little fairy hugged the pig and hid under the quilt, unwilling to see anyone.

Xu Qingzhou drove away all the people who came to make trouble, and took off the cooking things on the induction cooker.He poured it into the bowl again, and then pushed the man with the bowl.

"Get up and eat something."

Ruo Jinghong exposed his head, and said in a childish voice, "Don't laugh at me, I have a cold!"

"I know. Eat."

"What's this?" It sounded like a child's voice, the teenager looked at the black spots on the pear: "Is it medicine?"

"This is rock sugar Sydney. I put Chuanbei and some other things in it. They are all good things for cough and phlegm. Eat quickly."

Ruo Jinghong took the bowl, leaned against the bedside with the spoon, and ate bite by bite, very well-behaved. Seeing Xu Qingzhou sitting beside him, he couldn't help saying: "Don't get so close to me, be careful not to infect you."

"I'm in good health." Xu Qingzhou rubbed his soft head: "I still take vitamin C every day, I can't be knocked down by you, drink it quickly."

"Bingtang Sydney..." The little god looked at the contents in the bowl and smiled: "I listened to a song a while ago, also called Bingtang Sydney..."

"Bingtang Sydney?" Xu Qingzhou looked at him with arms folded with absurd expression.

"Yeah, it's an ancient song, sung by Yinlin, Bingtang Sydney." He raised his eyebrows and said confidently: "It sounds good."

Xu Qingzhou couldn't stop laughing, his eight-character eyebrows came out in astonishment, he smiled and rubbed the forehead of the young man: "That's "Tangli Fried Snow". Why did it become a rock sugar pear?"

"Ah?" The young man blushed, lowered his head and began to drink.

"The four words that are so artistically conceived by you are so effective in relieving cough and reducing phlegm..." Xu Qingzhou was in a good mood, and also cared about the face of the young man in front of him: "Go to sleep after eating."

"I've been sleeping for several days, I want to go dancing." He said softly.

"No." Xu Qingzhou leaned to the side without raising his head, and refused him without any sympathy: "I will dance the day after tomorrow, and have another day off tomorrow."

Ruo Jinghong ate with his mouth puffed up, and after handing over the empty bowl, he huddled under the quilt and refused to show his face.

Xu Qingzhou came back after washing the dishes and found that he was still hugging the pig and huddled under the quilt. He just thought it was funny, sat on the side of his bed and poked the boy's waist: "Are you losing your temper with Dad?"

"..." Ruo Jinghong suppressed the rebuttal but refused to talk to him, and hid under the quilt in a muffled voice, motionless.

"Shall I sing to you?" Xu Qingzhou suppressed a smile and said, "Shall I sing rock sugar pears to you?"

The little fairy in the quilt couldn't help laughing out loud, and being caught laughing, Xu Qingzhou pulled the boy's arm and told him to show his face, and said sincerely: "The song I won the silver award was bought by the producer. , No one bought the gold award song, you are right, I did not lose."

"Really?"

"Well. Really." The boy took a contract from the table: "It will be on the shelves after a while. It will definitely sweep the major charts like "Time Traveler" by then."

"What are you writing this time?" Ruo Jinghong's temper came and went quickly, hearing what he said, he immediately had fun with it, and he didn't remember the aggrieved by the discipline just now.

"Tears of foam."

"Oh?"

"You heard the story of the Little Mermaid turning into foam when you were a child."

Ruo Jinghong nodded: "Are you singing The Little Mermaid?"

"Not really, it's just the inspiration I got from there, and I wrote a relatively ethereal song."

"Listen." Ruo Jinghong blinked: "Listen, let's sing, let's sing."

Xu Qingzhou fetched the guitar from the side.

Where does the wind come from?

Where are you going?

The sound is untouchable,

Mixed with the pain of waterfowl.

The pursuit that was broken thousands of years ago.

Turned into an unchanging tree in the world.

The rain falling from the blue sky returns to the old road.

This is his last journey.

The story of the old man comes from ancient times.

He recited the songs and dances on the sea in the past.

Memories are thick fog that can't go away.

Covered both eyes.

Do you think the sky is also lonely?

Does he also stop for the sea?

The call comes from the depths of the sea.

That song takes people's souls away.

The air is trapped by it.

The world was silent for but a moment.

Flying thousands of red dust.

Before you know it is dusk.

Wang Yang is no longer peaceful.

Storm and thunder.

The blue sky lost its sunshine.

The sea is crying out,

Singing full of joy.

The waves that roll with mermaid tears.

The singing of the mermaid was involved in the bright sun.

The wind stays in the center of the blue color.

All things come to sing this grand event.

And this sea will hide deep sorrow.

——"Tears of Bubbles"

"It seems that there is a blue sea in front of you. The time traveler you wrote came here, listened to the story told by the old man, looked at the vast sky, the changeable weather, and finally there are countless creatures in the sea for such a beautiful blue. Sing loudly." Ruo Jinghong smiled and said, "Your songs are very graphic."

Xu Qingzhou was a little surprised. This was the picture that appeared in his mind when he went to see a certain master's art exhibition that day. After he came back, he wrote a song to deepen the lingering blue.

What he wanted to express, Ruo Jinghong could feel it.

"That's right." Xu Qingzhou said, "That's the feeling."

"Oh..." The boy's brows were curved: "I like this song." He hugged his pig doll and said, "It feels very far away. Although it is a little sad, but...it feels very healing." There is a pinhole for hanging water, with his hand on his heart, and a gentle and gentle smile on his face: "Qingzhou, your song seems to be able to break into people's hearts, and it has the feeling of soul resonance. No wonder "Time Traveler" can kill the list, and it can also Stayed on the list for so long." Ruo Jinghong twisted his body and patted him on the shoulder in surprise: "This one will definitely be very powerful. Your record must be broken by yourself."

Xu Qingzhou just stayed there, watching Ruo Jinghong chattering non-stop.

All sincere words.

He could tell.

It's not comforting him, let alone a stinky compliment.The little fairy said whatever came to his mind.

Will you feel sad?

Well, a little bit.His hard work and what he wanted to express were so intuitively praised by a pure person, anyone would be heartbroken.

You see, there are still people who can understand, even if there is only one, there are still people in the world who can understand you.