eight dance partners with my boyfriend

They finally found two empty seats, and the game is about to start.

The Latin pentathlon includes rumba, cha-cha, samba, bullfighting, and cowboy. As elite players, none of them can be avoided, and the requirements for their skills and performances are also very high.

Xia Guanghui and his little dance partner worked hard to learn dance in order to successfully enter the middle school attached to the famous local dance academy in the future and embark on the career path of sports dance. The gold content is very high.

Liu Bomao clenched his hands between his legs, looking more focused than ever, Jiao Cheng looked around, and the audience was more than the few scenes he had seen before.

"Is this game worth watching?" A woman asked from the side.

The man next to her said: "The adult group should be pretty good, and He Zhang is also here. It seems that after all these years, he is still not spiritual enough, so he has been stuck in the middle and upper reaches."

"Well, by the way, I heard some time ago that a Chinese from Blackpool won the championship?"

The man patted his legs excitedly: "No! That pair is really amazing, especially the man. I haven't heard much about it before in China. He seems to be a British Chinese. He is a blockbuster. He is called... what is his name, I forgot It's..."

Jiao Cheng listened to the discussions everywhere, and gradually forgot about the appearance of the players on the field.

He found Xia Guanghui almost immediately. He usually thinks that the child is fine, but today when he is placed with his peers, his advantages are immediately apparent. He has broad shoulders and a thin waist, and the number plate "11" is hanging behind him.

After scanning all the contestants, Jiao Cheng also understood why Liu Bomao was too cumbersome to choose clothes at that time. For children of this age, regardless of gender, the clothing requirements are relatively uniform and strict, and they will not be too revealing at first glance.

"Rumba, 4/4 time, 27 bars per minute, emphasizing cross..."

As the music played, the people around him were chanting very quietly, Jiao Cheng looked sideways, Liu Bomao half-frowned, staring at the changes on the field without moving, rubbing his index finger and thumb repeatedly, biting his lips inadvertently with his teeth.

"What's wrong?" Jiao Cheng asked.

Liu Bomao suddenly came back to his senses, let go of the hand holding his cheek, and said in surprise: "Sorry, I used to get used to it, and I always talk to myself before jumping."

Just now, a woman behind suddenly interrupted and patted the boy on the back: "Are you Xiao Liu!?"

Jiao Cheng then turned his head, dressed like a mother.

Liu Bomao narrowed his eyes: "It's me."

"Don't you remember? I'm Aunt Xu. You learned to dance with my son before. He is four years younger than you. He belongs to an institution."

Liu Bomao seemed to remember: "I remember Aunt Xu."

Aunt Xu said: "Oh, I didn't expect to meet you here. Are you here to participate in the competition? My son is the number 28. He cried nervously before going on stage today. He couldn't remember his movements. Alas..."

The woman spoke a little excitedly, Jiao Cheng went to look for it, and sure enough, the boy on the 28th stood awkwardly in the crowd, looking a bit stage frightened.

Liu Bomao licked his lips: "I didn't participate, I just came to watch the competition."

"Oh that's right."

The competition officially started. The woman shouted her son's name loudly and kept recording with her camera. Jiao Cheng also adjusted the focus of the phone, waiting for Xia Guanghui's wonderful moment.

Liu Bomao straightened up suddenly, not knowing what he saw.

"What's wrong?" Jiao Cheng asked

Liu Bomao said for a while, "I saw my former dance partner."

"Eh?" Jiao Cheng followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw a tall and beautiful girl at the entrance, "Is she also here for the competition?"

Liu Bomao pursed his lips and said slowly: "She should be able to participate in the 16-year-old group now..."

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but the boy's tone seemed to contain some envy, Jiao Cheng opened his mouth: "Have you been dancing with her before?"

Liu Bomao nodded, "I participated in the competition from the very beginning, but then..."

"later?"

"I stopped dancing in my freshman year of high school, and she also ignored me in anger, and there was no contact after that."

Jiao Cheng smiled and looked at the little girl in the corner over there, with red lips and white teeth, and a very pretty goose-yellow dress, squatting in the corner and looking in the mirror.

"You are here, you didn't reply to my message." Li Feizhang suddenly walked in sideways, took a breath and sat down.

Jiao Cheng was surprised and asked: "Aren't you going to accompany them? There must be several rounds."

"Yang Xuerou is here, I asked her to wait there to touch up the child's make-up after the show, so that she can see more clearly here." Li Feidan said.

"Hey! You are Li Feidan!" The man who was chatting on the side just now suddenly shouted.

Jiao Cheng looked over curiously, and the man pointed at Li Feidan with an excited expression on his face, "I, I watched your game when I was studying in England!! I liked you at that time!"

Li Feidan was a little surprised, and then smiled calmly: "Really? May I know what game I'm watching?"

The man scratched his head: "If it's Blackpool, I've seen two shows, one was almost ten years ago, I can't remember which one was danced by you and Anna or Joe, and the last one was four years ago! And Ning Yifei Na The style changed so much that I almost didn’t recognize it at the time.”

Li Fei smiled and said inadvertently, "Thank you, I have indeed experienced some things."

The man asked again: "Are you retired now? I found out by accident two days ago. What a pity! You are so good! You should continue to win glory for our country."

"It is true that we have retired, but the dancing is still going on. In fact, there are many newcomers from our country abroad, and they are also very good." Li Feidan said slowly.

The man knew that he had lost his composure, so he stopped talking after a few excited conversations.

Jiao Cheng leaned close to Li Feidan's ear and asked, "Do you still have fans?"

The man grinned: "Of course, don't forget that this foot is my territory!"

As soon as Li Feidan finished speaking, the boy beside him suddenly laughed, his face was flushed red, and then he couldn't help but burst out, even a trace of tears welled up from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't stop laughing, he put his hands on his back seat, tilted his head back.

The two of them looked at Liu Bomao in surprise, Jiao Cheng was taken aback by his appearance, this was the first time he saw Liu Bomao being so presumptuous and not suppressing his expression...

"What are you laughing at?" Li Feidan grabbed the boy by the collar and pinched the back of his neck, threateningly across Jiao Cheng's seat.

Liu Bomao didn't dodge, and touched his face that hurt from laughing, "The place under my feet... is obviously 33 years old, and he speaks like a hero in a martial arts novel." As he spoke, the smile on his face gradually faded away. Do not move, continue to stare at this large dance floor.

Li Fei was sulking at the side, but the people behind thought his hand was blocking their view, so they took it back.

But for some reason, there was a wordless warm current in Jiao Cheng's heart, and he suddenly felt that maybe the boy thought what Li Feizhang said was right.

Their territory is here.

Xia Guanghui and the others were very successful, making it all the way to the finals. Seeing the little boy proudly waving at them from a distance, Jiao Cheng also had the illusion of being a father.

After losing, many children were taken home in despair, and many of them gathered around the bottom to watch the finalists. Li Feizhang dragged him to the nearest place to watch, and Yang Xuerou was also here.

"What's the last dance?" Jiao Cheng asked.

"Bullfighting." Liu Bomao said, looking at the center, his eyes trembling slightly.

Among the six groups of children on the field, Jiao Cheng accidentally discovered that No. 28 had also stayed at the scene. He changed his clothes, combed his hair to one side, and looked bright, and the timidity in his eyes was gone.

The music started, all the referees stood still, the audience held their breath, shook their hands and legs, and their "moment" began!

All the boys hold the girl's hand at the same time, they hold their chests up, they bend over the handrails, their joints relax, they turn around and kick their legs, as if there is a thread connecting each other, they exhaust all their strength, even if they collide, Mistakes, the smell of sweat permeates every fingertip, consuming with bursting enthusiasm, conveying...

Jiao Cheng faintly heard the voice of mother No. 28 shouting for support, heard a series of voices of children calling their companions' names loudly, and heard the referees' uncontrollable applause, hoarse, and with blessings of different ages, tumbling sharply in this space stand up……

Jiao Cheng discovered that no matter how old-fashioned the boy's hairstyle is, how thick or thick the girl's eyeliner is, their smiles and arms will always be young.The body will tell the emotions they should have at this age, not skills, no detours, but a naked 12-year-old sincerity without any scruples...

He even hated it a little, hated those who hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, hated that they would use the most vicious words to attack these people, just relying on clothing, makeup and movements, but they didn't understand, this pure emotion poured out At that moment, how exciting it was.

Not only Li Feizhang, not only the mature national standard dancers, but also the young and immature ones shouted wordlessly:

"Look at me!"

"Look at me!"

"Look at me!"

The music stopped abruptly, and there was a burst of applause in the arena. The applause was very close and far away. Jiao Cheng couldn't recover. Li Feidan gently clasped his hand and squeezed it tightly.

Good things never turn out to be short-lived.

Liu Bomao stood in place, his legs and feet were numb, and he couldn't move forward. The ranking of the 12-year-old elite group was announced in the distance. Xia Guanghui bumped into someone on the way, and the champion was handed over to others. He stood on the winning platform and tried to hold back his tears. Even more fiercely, he hugged his little partner, rubbed the foundation on his nose, and danced happily.

This group is over, and there will be another group.

Li Feidan urged him to go out, he responded, and followed silently. The sunlight from the glass window was just right, and floated into the center of the arena. He passed by his former dance partner, and saw her smiling at him, dressed in Beautiful skirt, more and more slim.

The two looked at each other silently, she smiled and laughed, her eyes narrowed into slits, like a beautiful swan, Liu Bomao opened her mouth, squinted her eyes and smiled, and said softly, "Come on."

Shallow blessings were drowned in the crowd, Liu Bomao stood on the exit platform, the sky cleared.

The building is very high, people are in a hurry, and there are two evenly matched men standing in the corner, one with his coat open, the other with a haircut from the last century nodding and smiling, their faces melt into the bright spring day, and the wind hides in In the ear, in the brow for a long time.

At last his gaze rested on those tightly clasped hands.

Liu Bomao smiled suddenly, he remembered that day, when he was walking on the junior high school campus, there was also a boy standing beside him, the sunlight was just right, the man lowered his head slightly, and a kiss wrapped in fruit candy was pressed against his cheek, As the man wrote in black marker on the postcard: "Are you okay? Still dancing?"