eight dance partners with my boyfriend

The woman realized that Jiao Cheng was looking at her, kicked the seat angrily, and went out with her bag to get some air.

There are not too many programs in the whole process, but they come and go to debug and wait for people. After roughly half of the schedule, it is already three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

I don't know which generous star bought stacks of coffee for the people present to drink. Several managers took several cups rudely, and Jiao Cheng and the others sat in the corner again. When the distribution arrived, there happened to be only one cup left .

The little assistant looked at the mocha in his hand, feeling embarrassed: "Sorry, two teachers, there is only one cup left."

Jiao Cheng waved his hand and said to her with a smile: "It's okay, we can just have a drink, thank you."

The little assistant looked up at the man with windy eyebrows, and ran back blushing.

The coffee was warm after holding it in his hand, and it smelled delicious. Li Feidan frowned and sent a message, saying: "What's the matter? This mocha is not bad, take a sip."

"There's class in the evening, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time, so let Yang Xuerou attend it for me." Li Feidan said, still holding the phone in his hand, glanced at the coffee handed over, leaned his head down and took Jiao Cheng's hand, and drank it Take a sip, "It's delicious."

Jiao Cheng sat for so long that his butt was about to rot, and he almost lost his grip, so he straightened his back nervously and held it up, "Why hasn't that field come yet?"

Li Feidan: "No."

Jiao Cheng: "Would you like to ask again, anyway, you can also rehearse separately for the performance, when will it be?"

The props were being moved on the stage. The director sipped a few cups of coffee and was chatting with a young girl, smiling happily, "You have to have a good eye, we don't have to work hard in this line of work."

"You have experience in this field."

"No, how many years have I been messing around, and I can still be like you girls. When Teacher Huitian comes, follow me and see what I do..."

"I'm sorry, the choreographer. Teacher Tian hasn't come yet. Can I line up alone? The director in the backcourt told me that it's okay." Li Feidan asked from the side.

The editor-director was interrupted and didn't look back for a moment. He threw the coffee into the trash can irritably, turned his head and squinted at him, picked up the program list again leisurely, and twitched: "Li Feidan is Right? Dancers, national standard dancers."

Li Fei curled his fingers, the middle-aged man in front of him looked disdainful and didn't respond.

The editor and director were even more upset when he saw his gloomy expression. He had a headache due to a few big things today, but when he ran into a brat who didn't have much fame and ability, he didn't even vent his anger.

"What's the matter? Wait, what's wrong with the others? Is Teacher Tian here? What if he doesn't sing and you dance wrong later?"

Li Fei squinted: "I sent a video of the choreographed dance to the director team, and they said it's okay."

"What director? I'm in charge of the rehearsal. I have the final say. Why don't I rehearse for you today? A dancer is so good? It wasn't you who was with Tian Yiyu in the first place, and it's goddamn tempting to find a replacement." It’s just the sky, and the ground is low.”

The voice here is too loud, and there is no performance at this time, all the eyes of the audience are gathered back, Li Fei looked at Jiao Cheng not far away, who was huddled in the corner, and said emphatically, "I didn't mean that." .”

"Let me tell you, it's a good thing you're a man. If you're a woman, dance a few times next to them. Don't say we won't let you line up. You will be searched on Weibo tomorrow and you will be raped by fans." His neck was red, and he couldn't help spitting, "What a few things, you can dance with no clothes on, you really treat yourself like an onion, who the hell here knows who you are."

The unbearable words fell into his ears, Jiao Cheng felt his scalp numb, and his face was just getting angry, when Li Feidan grabbed the opponent by the collar, his fist was about to come out, he froze in mid-air for a long time, and retracted it again.

He pulled the man's clothes: "Follow the order and regulations."

The choreographer looked crimson in this posture, and didn't say anything.

Suddenly the door was pushed in from the outside, and someone yelled, "Mr. Tian, ​​you are here!"

Tian Yixuan just came back from the shooting scene, so hot that she frowned, and nodded patiently.

In fact, he is only in his early twenties this year. The word "teacher" is really old. Although he is not a top singer now, since he transformed from a keyboard player to a singer-songwriter, his popularity has remained high, and his traffic has been beyond the reach of many similar artists. Yes, naturally became a piece of meat and potatoes.

The editor and director seemed to have found a backer, and immediately posted it, "Mr. Tian, ​​you are here, do you want to line up now?"

Tian Yixuan took off his coat, and his face was calm, "Don't call me teacher, is it my turn? I heard that there is a partner dancing this time, has he finished rehearsing?"

Li Feidan stood there without moving, the man walked past him, as if he recognized him, Tian Yixuan cupped his hands and said, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

What he said was quite sincere, and Li Fei rubbed his palms together, not wanting to answer, "Can we arrange it now?"

The choreographer urged the staff to quickly move the props onto the stage, ignored Li Feidan's words, and followed Tian Yixuan with a smile, "Everything is ready, I'll wait for you, Teacher Tian."

Li Feidan returned to his seat and took off the outer garment, Jiao Cheng folded it up, there were quite a lot of people watching the theater around, and they stared at it bravely.

Jiao Cheng: "It's really impossible, let's stop dancing."

Li Feidan lowered his head and tore off his cuffs, then pinched his face reassuringly, "It's okay, just watch obediently."

The song I danced was very popular. Last year, it was on many music charts. Jiao Cheng often listened to Cai Xue humming in the office. Today I found out that the original song was Tian Yiyu.

On the stage is a piece of transparent glass with a thin layer of colored wax painted on it. Li Feidan and the singer each occupy one end, one sings and the other dances. Above Tian Yiyu's head is a small fragment of light, which blends beautifully on that piece of glass. surprisingly.

The light on Li Feidan's side was dimmed by several degrees, there was nothing excessive, and a white light came down directly.

There was more than half a cup of coffee in Jiao Cheng's hand, and it was already cold. He got up and threw it into the trash can. He caught a glimpse of several cups that he hadn't drunk at all. There was a lot of black tea stains, and the smell was mixed and extremely unpleasant.

The music started, the extremely quiet prelude, with a spreading hum, reverberated throughout the studio. Tian Yixuan sat on a high chair, holding the mic, intoxicated and immersed.

Everyone looked at him, at a spirit born for musical notes, but Jiao Cheng watched quietly, another man.

The solo dance of the national standard dance is not good-looking, especially the male dancers who are separated from the female dance partner. Most of them need a partner to set off their basic skills and show the beauty of their limbs. Jumping is not a wise choice.

But maybe what they really want is a backup dancer, a human wall panel, and an element that can cater to the fusion theme of art and pop culture.

Regular step, lengthened step, still step, two incomplete regular steps in succession, the time is repeatedly elongated, stretching infinitely under Li Feidan's feet, and then the "Shuangfeiyan" is pulled up, a high kick that does not belong to the national standard at all Sticking to the wall, the whole person turns and dances, and instantly follows three sets of basic dance steps, undoubtedly distinguishing three speeds, and talking about it...

The music reached its climax, and the rhythm jumped up. Tian Yixuan leaned against the wall with the mic and sang softly.

Li Fei touched the wall with a touch, just as the two connected, staring for a moment, the molecules in the air surged with tenderness, and rushed out at a certain moment.Bare feet, soles, palms and toes straightened, quick turnaround, one shoulder leading, widening and widening steps, flowing clouds and flowing water, tossing and turning in every beat...

Breathing stagnant, holding the crescent-colored shirt cuffs, Jiao Cheng felt that his soul was flying, the dirty air was too blinded, entangled with the smell of various paints, everyone on the field was cheering, cheering for Tian Yiyu, His emotions cheer.

However, Jiao Cheng's thoughts were lost in just 4 minutes...

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but for a moment he saw the exchange between a dancer and a singer. It was only a short moment, but it continued in his mind, playing repeatedly, lingering...

Li Feida took a deep breath, dressed casually today, his clothes sucked directly to his skin after jumping, it was really uncomfortable, everyone on the field flocked to Tian Yiyu's place.

He patted his pants and stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets unhurriedly. Somehow in the distance, his wife was holding his coat in a daze.

"What's the matter, how am I dancing?"

Jiao Cheng was dazed, Li Feidan's sweat stains stuck to the ends of his hair and shone slightly, he raised his hand to brush some off, held his breath, and said calmly, "Okay."

Seeing that Jiao Cheng was not in the mood, Li Feidan touched his shoulder blades, "It's only one word after jumping for so long, so stingy."

Jiao Cheng was ticklish, so he quickly pushed it away, threw the clothes on his hands, and hurriedly took a few steps outside, "Don't mess with me, I'm going to the bathroom."

I ran out in a hurry, and I didn't see clearly when I went out, and I bumped into a person, and that person was the woman sitting behind them just now.

"Feel sorry."

The woman shook her head and leaned against the door, thinking that she had just caught a glimpse of the stage, and looked at Jiao Cheng as if there was nothing, "I thought it was two men dancing the national standard, it was useless to look forward to it."

Jiao Cheng didn't understand what she meant: "Huh?"

She waved her hand and murmured: "It's nothing, he dances really well..."

The cold water in the toilet was flushed on the fingertips, and perhaps accidentally rubbed the coffee stains, and the crevices of the nails were also stained brown. Jiao Cheng rubbed vigorously, but felt restless, buried his head in the sink, and rubbed his eyelids vigorously. , until it gets hot and hot...

There was the sound of water being flushed from the compartment, and someone was on the phone.

"Understood Sister Xu, I must go to that variety show! Huh? I ran into the time with the party, um...it's okay, I won't be able to go to this shitty party. Anyway, there are so many stars, it's no big deal if I lose one of them, Tian Yi Li Zai, what kind of limelight can us people..."

Jiao Cheng stood in front of the mirror. The man obviously didn't know that there was someone else there. Seeing his naked eyes, he lowered his voice and hurriedly walked out.

Jiao Cheng didn't linger, and when he returned, Li Feidan happened to be standing at the door waiting for him.

"It's all right over there, don't you need to line up again?"

Li Feida patted him on the back, "No more, the director said it's almost done, let's go home."

Jiao Cheng said "Oh", and ran into a group of fans when he went out. Apart from the girl shouting "Tiantian", there were also some unfamiliar signs among them, and the flow of people increased, squeezing them out.

The weather was dark, and there was a drizzle, tick tick, Jiao Cheng took a few drops with his palm, "Why do you take this job and get run over by others?"

Hearing what he said, Li Feizhang suddenly smirked a few times, and when he walked a little further, he took his hand, "It's okay, the girl who was the editor and director who came to meet the work last time is very nice, and not all of them are like that, maybe she has been working for a long time Everyone is more irritable." He said and pressed his head, "They told me that the TV media could take this opportunity to promote ballroom dancing, so they came here."

Jiao Cheng didn't move, just let him do his bidding, and gave a very soft "hmm".

When I got home, I saw Shen Xiaolu downstairs. He was riding a bicycle. Yuan Yu stood aside, holding the back with his left hand, watching him advance slowly.

"You disconnected the thread?" Li Feidan yelled loudly.

Yuan Yu patted his right hand, grinning his teeth in pain, "...it's taken apart! It's good."

Li Fei looked at him like that, took a photo and sent it to Shen Chuan, and turned around to find that Jiao Cheng had already left.

The two of them ate some casual dinner, Jiao Cheng finished drying his clothes, and when he returned to the room, Li Feidan had already fallen asleep with his glasses on, and his books were still scattered on one side.

He approached cautiously, changed the night light, took off his glasses and put them in front of the bedside table, stared at this evil face, did not move for a long time, and then laughed out loud...

Opening some of the curtains, sitting on the edge of the tiles with bare feet, a little coolness surged through the thighs.

The concrete road outside was wet, reflecting the lights of the city brightly. Jiao Cheng leaned against the window, leaning against the glass, listening to the sound of cars whistling from time to time, from far and near.

From a very early age, he understood the truth that every person and every job is implicitly and implicitly marked with a price, and it's just that the merchants give them unused value when exchanging.

Rao Ling loved it because she was happy, Liu Bomao was hurt before, so she was afraid and could not help approaching it, Li Feizhang crushed it and put it into his life, wanting to ride it into the most gentle hometown, and himself...

For picking him out of the crowd.

So behold, the beauty of it.

The man on the bed, with his temples stuck behind his ears, a few forked ends disobediently, breathing in and out, all the air molecules are flying around his cheeks...

Jiao Cheng felt a dull pain in his chest.

He used to naively think that all people are the same, that when he sees a beautiful thing, he will cry, and he can't wait to hold it, and then hold it in the palm of his hand, wanting others to see it but not wanting him to be hurt...

But he was wrong.

Those moments that are not cherished, shadows that are not seen, as long as they step out of their own circle, they will be a falling star.

Not everyone will notice it, no matter how bright you are, how hard you are, how hard you say "Look at me"...

The building opposite was dark, and there were people working overtime at the intersection. They were rushing through the street against the night wind, waiting for traffic lights, Didi cars, and the last bus to go home.

Jiao Cheng suddenly felt that the world was very big.

So big that each individual is so different.

Fortunately, but also lost.