eight dance partners with my boyfriend

The night is dark, and the narrow street lights are beautiful.

The woman threw off her high heels casually, stepped barefoot on the asphalt road, brushed her curly hair back, and complained: "I'm too tired today, I'm getting older, and it's really different from before."

"Anna, can't you wear the slit skirt? It's still on the road." He Zhang couldn't help complaining.

"Hey, it's nothing important. Anyway, there's no one here, and it's quite lively in front. What's going on?" Anna said indifferently.

He Zhang squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while: "It's an old activity. I remember that Li Feidan liked to go there in the past. Whenever he had time, he would go to dance casually, but this kind of thing is really tiring."

The group of them walked unhurriedly, and after the whole day's activities, no one was motivated and yawned again and again.

"By the way, what did you say to that...Jiao Cheng...in the game hall?" He Zhang asked suddenly.

Liu Weisi walked faster, and when she heard their dialogue, she couldn't help but said, "What did you say? Anna, don't you like him very much?"

The person being questioned looked more serious, and said for a while: "Actually, it's nothing, I asked him to persuade Li Feizhang to come back."

"Huh?!" The two exclaimed at the same time.

Anna's words were obviously too surprising. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is not her turn to take care of other people's housework. Perhaps she is the only one who can say such words to Li Fei's partner so boldly.

"What's wrong? It's stuck here."

The lazy tone, with the cool feeling of summer night, everyone unconsciously leaned back.

With a slender and tall figure, the tips of light-blond hair are slightly upturned, but they are casually held behind the head by thin rubber bands, loose and loose, as if just right.

"Viola, you're too slow."

The man listened to his right hand gently turned his back, the light at the intersection of light and dark just hit his dark blue pupils, besides, it was an oriental face, which could not be seen clearly under the darkness of night.

"Stop calling me by that name."

He Zhang: "Then you even took a fancy name. No one in the outside world knows your real name now."

The man smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he shook his head indifferently.

"trouble."

He said two words quietly, the ending sound was as mellow as wine.

Anna chuckled lightly: "But you won't be dancing with us again in a while, you're already stronger than us, but now... Li Feidan is gone..."

The man didn't know what to think about, and said lightly: "Differences in Taoism do not conspire with each other."

"Not necessarily." He Zhang put his hands in his pockets and said casually.

Suddenly there was a loud "da da" sound ahead, and Liu Weisi, who had just run a long way away and was about to take a taxi home, suddenly ran back stepping on high heels.

"Ah! You know!! I saw someone!!"

Anna smiled, looked at her excitedly and asked, "Who is it? Your boyfriend is here to pick you up? Stop showing affection, we're jealous."

"No!" Liu Weisi yelled, "I saw Li Fei!"

When she finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

He Zhang: "How is it possible? Isn't he planning to stay in China for a long time? There's nothing going on here recently."

Anna suddenly lifted the high heels on her feet, grabbed Liu Weisi's arms, and repeatedly confirmed: "Really?"

"Really! Over there, he's with someone else, but I can't quite see it, going in the direction of the Thames."

"You read it wrong..." He Zhang quickly denied it.

Liu Weisi: "It's absolutely true!"

Anna didn't speak for a long time, then she twisted the bag in her hand excitedly, and threw down her high heels, "That person really persuaded me! He brought Li Feidan back!"

The man behind him didn't know their previous conversation, but when he heard the word "Li Feidan", his limbs were a little stiff, and then his eyes drifted away as if nothing happened.

Anna suddenly turned to him and said, "Pu Xiuyun! He's finally back!"

When Jiao Cheng woke up, his mind was buzzing, and he was stunned for a while, then looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of his eyes, his hair was blown out, and the dark circles under his eyes were ugly.

They didn't jump until dawn last night, and left at two or three in the morning to go to the Thames River to have a wind, maybe it was too long, and now they wake up feeling that their brains are filled with wind and swollen.

Lifting the quilt, Li Fei was not there.

Thinking about it carefully, in the morning, I seemed to hear a man saying that he was going out to make breakfast, and I didn't know what time it was.

The battery of the mobile phone was fully charged, Jiao Cheng glanced at the social software as usual, and sent a condolence message to Young Master Lu who was still in the hospital.

Their suits from last night were hanging on the high hanger. The two silver tigers on the shoulders and under the buttons were faintly visible and intertwined. He lay on the head of the bed and stared in a daze.

There were two knocks on the door, and Li Feidan came in with two plates, "There is nothing to eat at this time of noon, I made some bread, you may eat it with sauce, it may not be very tasty, the taste here is quite simple, in the afternoon Let's find something delicious."

Jiao Cheng didn't pick anything, he packed up and ate casually, "Then where shall we go in the afternoon?"

"It's all right, are you still sleepy? If you're sleepy, it's fine if you don't go out today, but I don't have many vacations, and I may not have much time to take care of it. I want to take you to Costwold tomorrow."

"I'm fine, let's go in the afternoon."

It took Costwold two and a half hours to travel by train from London. After one o'clock, they bought tickets and boarded the train. It took a long time of bumps and bumps before they slowly saw the shadow of the countryside.

There are hardly any high-rise buildings in this area, and it is not the farmhouse that I went to a few days ago. It retains the unique architectural style of Europe. 'Boy", Jiao Cheng couldn't help shaking his head together.

After getting off the train, they walked for a while, and the further they went, the fewer people there were. Occasionally, there were photographers who came to take pictures, in twos and threes.

Jiao Cheng squinted his eyes, the sun was not so dazzling, and the color tone became softer. He always felt that this place had a filter, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

"Have you stayed here before?"

The man led him to go deeper, "Well, I didn't stay for a long time, but I will come when I have free time." Speaking of this, he stopped and didn't know what to think, "But I haven't been here for many years. "

At the end of the line of sight, there are low houses on one side and the lake on the other.

It was getting late, and the swans fluttered their wings and fluttered a few times. A few gray "ugly ducklings" were propped up under the swan's wings, and the white fluff opened some folds, which was funny.

"There are swans." Jiao Cheng squatted down and looked at the three white swans, two of which were swimming leisurely upstream on the water, and the other was very beautiful, nestling under the innermost branch, with the whitest feathers, as if alone. beauty.

"Can swans still be out of gregarious?" Jiao Cheng asked.

Li Feidan also squatted down and poked the gray goose hiding under the two swans with grass roots, "I don't know, I didn't notice it before, what do they eat?"

Jiao Cheng thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that swans would eat everything, but he couldn't name the specific species.

After squatting for a while, suddenly there was a shutter sound.

They turned their heads in astonishment at the same time, and a fat old man wearing a newsboy's brown cap stood there with a smile and looked at them.

"Old cloth!"

Li Feidan suddenly yelled in surprise, and then Jiao Cheng also stood up.

"Boy, you still know how to come back."

Lao Bu can speak Chinese. Except for the strange tongue-twisting, everything else is very standard, which is a bit surprising.

He hung the Fuji camera around his neck. He looked like he must be in his seventies, and he was in good spirits. He patted Li Feidan on the shoulder, then squinted his eyes and stared at Jiao Cheng seriously.

Jiao Cheng swallowed nervously.

"Oh, is it my illusion that Xiaopu is short and his hair seems to be dyed, hey, the black hair of Orientals is indeed..." Old Bu paused, holding his chin and thinking for a long time, "One word, what is it called? on."

Li Feidan: "Wonderful?"

Old Bu: "Yes! It's the word for seconds, I suddenly can't remember hahahaha..."

Li Fei teasingly leaned over to look at the photo he just took, "I'm still taking pictures, can I focus when my eyes are like this?"

Old Bu jumped up and was poked at the pain point. It seemed that he had cursed a lot of dirty words in his dialect, which Jiao Cheng couldn't understand, so he could only guess some from his expression and complexion.

"Old Bu, we want to stay at your house tonight." Li Feidan said again.

Old Bu snorted, ignored him, walked back a few steps, and slapped him on the shoulder twice angrily, "It's been a while since I came back, and if you don't come back, I'll sell that house, anyway, I'm going blind If you die, you can't wait for long."

Li Feidan laughed a few times: "You are reluctant, Aunt Zhou will be angry, and I have returned to China, but I will absolutely promise to visit you every year in the future!"

Old Bu didn't listen to his nonsense, nodded his head as if in agreement, pointed to Jiao Cheng behind him and said, "When you go back to China, will Xiao Pu also go back? I haven't seen him for a long time, and I almost don't recognize him."

Po?

Jiao Cheng had heard this name for the second time, and the first time he thought he had heard it wrong, or some strange local name, but now it sounds like a Chinese name.

Xiaopu... I don't seem to have heard of this name.

"Old Bu, he's not Xiao Pu, my boyfriend, can you call him Xiao Jiao?"

Old Bu hummed coldly again, as if he didn't care about him, he shook his hand and threw a bunch of keys backhand, "Xiao Pu, cruel."

Li Feizhang returned to Jiao Cheng's side, and before he could ask a question, he took the initiative to explain: "I just came here before, and I rented Lao Bu's house with my dancing friends, so it can be regarded as our landlord. I heard that the room was used by his wife for dancing. Aunt Zhou He has been idle since he passed away, he has a stubborn temper and would not be bought by others at a high price, and he has been there for a long time. Also, his eyes are not good, and he can’t see people clearly, don’t mind.”

"Who is Xiaopu?"

Li Feizhang sighed: "It's a... younger brother... He was only a teenager when I was young, and he was forced to dance with us, and he became more and more familiar with him later on."

"Oh." Jiao Cheng nodded, this is the first time I heard of it.

The sky was getting dark, and the white swans croaked twice, not knowing where to swim, and they also turned to the house.

This house is older than the ones seen along the way. Wisteria is wrapped around the roof, and the eaves can hardly be seen clearly, and it feels heavy on it.

Li Feizhang pointed at them: "Aunt Zhou likes wisterias, so Lao Bu made them, but looking at them now, they seem to grow out of control."

Jiao Cheng looked up a few times, a willow fell down and touched his eyelids, it was a little cold and itchy.

Just as the key was turned, an extremely tiny "tapping" sound was suddenly heard, so small that the ears could hardly catch it.

"Did you hear something?" he asked suspiciously.

"Huh?" Li Feidan stopped turning the key, "Is there? I didn't hear anything."

"Really..." Jiao Cheng muttered, still feeling like he heard something just now, just at that moment, a pigeon breeder somewhere outside blew a long whistle, and several pigeons fluttered and flapped their wings, flying like a "wow" past.

"Did you hear wrong, the sound of pigeons?"

"Maybe."

The interior of the house is actually nothing special. There are two upper and lower floors, the lower floor has colored brick walls, dark brown floors, built-in mirrors all over the walls, and an old air conditioner, nothing else.

Jiao Cheng walked around casually, and the floor creaked in one place. He stepped on it twice, and the noise became louder. It must have been slack for a long time.

"Look here." Li Feidan waved to him.

One part of the color wall has peeled off, and it looks like there are traces of charcoal.

"Before we used to eat hot pot in it, who knew that the pot was not like the one in China, the fire suddenly became so high that this piece was burned black, and when Lao Bu found out, he wanted to break our legs. Later, he didn't allow us any more. I ate inside, it was too miserable..." Li Feizhang added, shaking his head.

His expression was full of nostalgia, and Jiao Cheng couldn't help imagining such scenes in his mind, such as they washed a large table of dishes, such as going to the Super League to buy spicy hot pot ingredients, such as the pot lid flying off everyone He was in a hurry, and it was like Lao Bu's angry expression...

Should be fun.

Just as I was about to continue going upstairs to have a look, I suddenly heard the sound of Lao Bu knocking on the glass outside, "Dinner is ready, I invite you to have a meal today."

Li Fei gave Jiao Cheng a hand, "Let's go, the food at Lao Bu's is delicious."

Jiao Cheng didn't expect to bother people when he came here. He was eating and staying overnight, and he always felt embarrassed on his face, but Lao Bu and Li Feidan looked too good, patted each other on the shoulder, really unlike the previous landlords and tenants.

After closing the door and was about to go out, there was a sudden sound from the side of the stairs, Jiao Cheng stomped his feet to see clearly, but the person outside shouted again, hesitated for a moment, and closed the door hastily.

Lao Bu’s house is decorated in an unexpected Chinese style. As soon as he walked in the door, he smelled a familiar smell, a bit like sweet and spicy sauce.

After a while, a middle-aged man came out with a plate and an apron, followed by his wife.

"Xiao Fei!" The man hugged Li Feidan as soon as he came up, and then hugged Jiao Cheng.

"I didn't expect you to come at this time. When my dad told me, he thought his eyes were wrong again. This is your partner? I heard."

After the man finished speaking, he introduced himself: "I am the son of this old guy. Just call me Xiaobu. This is my wife. She speaks Chinese very well. She is a Chinese teacher at a university. She has studied in China for many years."

These words were obviously addressed to Jiao Cheng, and it didn't sound awkward, the whole family was more enthusiastic than he imagined.

Xiao Bu opened the stool for them to sit down, and Jiao Cheng saw clearly what it was smelling just now, pancake sauce, besides a few Western dishes on the table, Mapo Tofu, Dongpo Pork, and a large bowl full of them. Grilled cold noodles full of ingredients.

Seeing his surprise, everyone laughed.

Li Feizhang poured him two cans of beer, "You don't know, Xiaobu is just making cold noodles, and there are many chain stores in the UK, yesterday we met two along the way."

"Hahahahaha, don't flatter me, I also learned from my mother, but I took over after she passed away, and it happened to be a good time when Chinese snacks became popular."

Jiao Cheng was a little surprised. Grilled cold noodles are naturally common in their place, but he didn't expect it to be so rare here.

"Try it." Li Feidan urged: "This taste is very different, it's different from the sauce you ate in the morning."

Jiao Cheng took a bite.

Indeed, the sauce is not the kind that is commonly eaten in China. It is mixed with a strong curry flavor and becomes more exotic.

"good to eat."

Old Bu laughed heartily, "Gudu Gudu" poured a large glass of beer, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and poured another glass, with a very satisfied expression on his face.

Li Feidan leaned close to his ear and whispered: "The sauce is Aunt Zhou's exclusive recipe. I heard that Lao Bu fell in love with Aunt Zhou because of this. For decades, he was very happy to hear others praise this cold noodles. , I got acquainted with Lao Bu because of baking cold noodles."

After listening, Jiao Cheng raised his head and took a few more glances at Old Bu, with his round beer belly and the loose white denim of his overalls.

What a funny old man.