eight dance partners with my boyfriend

The small molecules in the air are scattered around, one by one under the sunlight, and the gaps between them can be seen.

The man in front of him smiled at him.

What did he say his name was?

Pu... Xiuyun?

Surname Pu...

Who else called out "viole"?

Jiao Cheng turned his head in astonishment, Anna was standing behind them, and a little further behind, Li Feidan also arrived, pulling the handle of the transparent door.

"What did you call him just now?"

Anna glanced at Jiao Cheng strangely, "violet."

After getting a positive response again, Jiao Cheng was a little confused, suddenly he couldn't figure out the connection between them, he just felt strange, why is it so strange...

"This is the name I use when I dance. The Chinese name is Pu Xiuyun. You can call me the latter. Europeans can't pronounce Chinese characters clearly, so I get used to it." Pu Xiuyun first broke the deadlock.

"what……"

The memory clues in my mind are spliced ​​one by one.

Viole...Pu Xiuyun...Xiao Pu.

What was mentioned on the forum... what Lao Bu admitted was wrong... and what Liu Weisi inadvertently hinted at...viole...

He finally remembered.

The time Li Feidan and Li Feidan took the wrong phone by accident, there was a high-value transfer in Alipay, and the other party... the other party's nickname was also called - Viole.

That's why it always felt familiar.

Jiao Cheng didn't know how to describe his current mood, it was a little weird, and he had the illusion of going backwards.

The man in front of him named Pu Xiuyun was still looking down at him, with a polite and graceful smile, as if the clouds were calm, and everything was under the control of the other party.

Did he and Li Feidan know each other?

He knows himself?

Jiao Cheng thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

So, he finally fully realized the existence of this person, staying in the time trajectory where he had never appeared, far away from him, and had no way of knowing it.

Humans are always sensitive animals, not only for light, color, and smell, but also for the subtle feelings among the same kind, and this feeling is often interlinked.

There should be a story between this blue-eyed man and Li Feidan, he thought inexplicably.

For no reason, Jiao Cheng turned his head to look at Li Feidan who was standing on the side, opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

"You know him?" Anna broke the silence and exclaimed, her eyes swept back and forth between Jiao Cheng and Pu Xiuyun, obviously sizing up their actions.

Pu Xiuyun's expression remained unchanged, he raised his eyes to glance at Li Feidan, then quietly lowered his eyelids, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Li Feidan told me that."

Anna suddenly realized that she was both surprised and felt that the atmosphere in the rehearsal hall was a bit weird, especially after she came in and shouted, Jiao Cheng seemed to have stopped talking...

"Well, I mentioned it." Li Feidan took a few steps closer and stood beside Jiao Cheng.

Jiao Cheng wanted to answer a sentence, but recalling the scene with him last night, he felt that his actions were too deliberate.The other party knew him, but he didn't know the other party, and even asked some strange questions stupidly...

"We just chatted casually."

Pu Xiuyun said lightly, but his eyes fell on Jiao Cheng's face, the sun was so good, this man's eyes seemed to be tinged with some heat, staring at him made his face unknowingly hot.

I don't know if the other party had insight into something, a smile suddenly filled the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his right foot and walked a few steps, the heel made two "da da" sounds, Pu Xiuyun stood still, blocking part of the light.

He stood in front of Li Feidan, just a short distance away.

Jiao Cheng nodded slightly.

The sunlight was half blocked, and the light was against the light from his angle, and the two men in front of him stood very close.

They are about the same height and body shape. Besides, their eyes, nose, and lips have different characteristics. Li Fei is rebellious, but Pu Xiuyun is more calm and relaxed, or like a swan with its head held high. Never bow your head.

Such a picture is impactful.

But why there was such an impact, Jiao Cheng couldn't tell.

Pu Xiuyun squinted at him, just like the two previous times when they met, raised eyebrows and eyes slightly, without too much emotion, let you guess and imagine.

The man stretched out his hand lightly, tore off the small corner of Li Feidan's collar, and then lightly let his hand go, no longer exceeding the limit.

But Jiao Cheng understood.

This action was clearly for him to see.

"I..." He was about to say something but stopped.

Li Feidan took a few steps back, "Huh?"

Jiao Cheng turned his head: "It's nothing."

"Actually, I brought you here today to meet him." Li Feidan approached and half embraced Jiao Cheng's shoulders.But facing another person's gaze, the latter didn't feel so natural, he was very nervous...

Li Feidan continued: "It's just that I didn't expect you to meet unexpectedly."

"Meeting is not considered a formal acquaintance." Pu Xiuyun blinked and looked straight into Jiao Cheng's eyes.

"But now we know each other."

The afternoon is the busiest time for Swan Poetry. Classes, big and small, and people coming and going maintain their own rhythm, but only the third floor is the quietest.

The four of them went downstairs and shuttled through the crowded corridors.

The class at [-] o'clock has ended, and there is a half-hour break in the middle. There is a huge round transparent classroom in the center of the second floor. At this moment, many people gather around - different skin colors, different ages, all gathered together to learn dance skills.

This has become a tradition here, Li Feidan told Jiao Cheng.

The three stopped in the middle of the second floor, Anna eagerly joined her students, and Pu Xiuyun said to get them coffee.

Li Feidan and Jiao Cheng stood there watching.

"Aren't you going to dance?" Jiao Cheng asked.

Li Feizhang shook his head, "Forget it, I don't want to join in the fun." In a blink of an eye, Jiao Cheng's mood was not high, and he explained in his ear: "Pu Xiuyun has been my friend for many years, although at the beginning... it wasn't counted... ...But I treat him as a family member, so I want to take you to meet him."

"Yeah." Jiao Cheng responded softly, and suddenly a few tunes were played in the rehearsal hall. Two boys were competing in jive, and the scene was very lively.

"This cup will be a little thicker."

Pu Xiuyun came back and handed the mug to them, and then passed the other cup to Li Feidan. It was obvious that the cup had no milk and was very bitter, which was Li Feidan's preference.

Jiao Cheng silently bowed his head and took a sip. The ice cubes were very cold and it was well blended.

"The event hasn't changed for so many years, and the fighting dance is still there." Li Feidan sighed.

Pu Xiuyun gave a "hmm", pushed open the door and walked closer.

He seldom went downstairs, the entire third floor was his, no one bothered him, and he didn't like to watch others.

Therefore, when he appeared, there was obviously a small amount of whispering inside, and those who were bold or familiar would call out his English name loudly, and Pu Xiuyun just lowered the corners of his eyebrows and nodded without showing any signs of expression.

Jiao Cheng recalled the information he read on the forum.

If that is indeed Pu Xiuyun, as written in that post, the grand slam between UK and Blackpool, no one is as good as Lei Guaner, and Li Feidan has never achieved a result, besides, he himself is such a good-looking man.

"Li Feidan!"

Somebody called out loudly in Chinese with twists and turns, and the last syllable was changed. A few Chinese girls started laughing at him, and then everyone started booing, as if everyone here knew him.

Li Feidan didn't move, and said a few words with a smile, which probably meant to let everyone continue to play and leave him alone, but the young man was obviously dissatisfied, and tossed him to dance together.

Jiao Cheng pushed, "Go and dance."

"There's nothing to dance about. Now I'm not as passionate as before." Li Fei laughed teasingly at himself.

"Li Feidan and everyone are waiting for you. You come here. You haven't been back for a long time. There are quite a few old acquaintances here." Anna ran over and urged.

Jiao Cheng: "Go."

Li Feidan reluctantly took a few steps, and then the crowd cheered loudly and began to applaud.

"Improvisation!"

"Improvisation! Improvisation!"

……

Everyone shouted and improvised, and then played a piece of music.

Li Feidan stood in the middle and began to conceive. He is actually very tired today. Although his body sometimes does not need the support of his brain when he moves, standing in the middle of the rehearsal hall with a light on his head, there is always a feeling that he wants to dance well. pressure.

He stood in place, his body trying to perceive, but the light in front of him was suddenly partially blocked, and a person stopped in front of him.

Jiao Cheng stood on one side like everyone else, as the audience looked forward to his boyfriend's performance.

There was commotion in the arena.

He saw something different.

He saw Pu Xiuyun walking to Li Feidan's side, slowly stretched out a hand, and said fluently:

"I'll be with you".

So the audience erupted.

"Wow!!! Viole!"

"Viole! Li!"

Li Feidan agreed.

Someone screamed.

What is it like for two men to dance.

Jiao Cheng never thought about it.

Or maybe he has never seen it in the arena before, all he knows is that Li Feidan held his hand the night before, and the two of them danced carelessly all night.

But the eyes are different.

They are all professional dancers, have received professional training, and have had their own suitable dance partners.

This is a passionate song.

The fighting dance clearly points to samba, Li Feidan's dance is not pure samba, but a mixture of cha-cha and tango dance steps.

To be honest, Jiao Cheng seldom watched people dance seriously, but he watched carefully from the beginning to the end, and Li Feidan was the only one.

Therefore, when Pu Xiuyun stepped on the beat and entered his field of vision for the first time, every point was firmly on the star track of aesthetics.

"If there is a god in the world, perhaps he should be like Pu Xiuyun, so bright and not aware of it."

His goodness lies in every frame, you can't tell which one is so good, but he did capture your attention in an instant.

It's not that Jiao Cheng thinks that Li Feidan lost, but that Pu Xiuyun is better than Pu Xiuyun.

Finished dancing.

The music didn't stop.

The familiar waltz.

Jiao Cheng was still immersed in unspeakable emotions. At some point, He Zhang stood beside him. He nodded to him in confusion, and the other party nodded with a smile.

Suddenly a Chinese girl in the crowd shouted excitedly: "You all dance together."

This sentence is so confusing that people can't even tell what it means.

But Jiao Cheng didn't need to figure it out, because the next moment he really saw Pu Xiuyun stretching out his hand to Li Feidan again.

End shoulders, lower waist, side head.

It's a female step!

Li Feidan seemed to be hesitant, he stood there for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, but the person in front of him was useless, he still lay his head on his side, his gaze was unbiased.

So, he grabbed the opponent's shoulders and waist.

At this point, Jiao Cheng suddenly had an inadvertent answer to his question just now.

When a man dances with a man, he always feels that the sense of coordination is not beautiful, or he can only recall the so-called uncoordinated dance between himself and Li Feizhang.

Because he has only seen Ning Yifei reluctantly take a men's step, but he has never seen a man willingly bow down for another man.

But he was wrong.

It can be beautiful when men dance with men.

There is also such a person who is willing to bow down for Li Fei.

The music rises.

Waltz is above all an emotional dialogue.

Jiao Cheng couldn't see the movements of their feet clearly, because his eyes were completely attracted by these two expressions immersed in the world framed by them.

He boldly guessed that Pu Xiuyun skipped ballet.

And it is its own ballet, unique.

In this way, he is like a swan in the clouds, grooming his hair, combing the top of his beak, and finally holding his head high, neither creeping nor branching, with no distractions.

Their joints are only at the palms and waists, but this continuous feeling has been extending and extending, as if they are mixed together every moment, interdependent and extending side branches...

The man's limbs, man's bones, man's face, man's movements, no pretense, no imitation, it is conceivable that this is the dance of two men with strong vitality.

"He is Li Feizhang's best dance partner, even though he never had a name."

Anna who was beside her murmured unconsciously.

Jiao Cheng stood aside, his entire portrait submerged in the water.

He once asked Li Feizhan where Rao Ling heard the "eight dance partners".

Li Feidan told him that it was because when he and Ning Yifei participated in the black pool and got the best results, the reporter jokingly asked him how many "wives" he had.

He answered "seven".

But a man beside him replied, "Eight."

The man didn't show up, but the figure stuck with him.

After watching that video, Jiao Cheng simply guessed that it was He Zhang's voice, but now that he thinks about it carefully, it really doesn't sound like that voice, which is lazy and has a long ending——

Just Pu Xiuyun.

He is the "eighth partner".

Amidst the cheers, the waltz ended.

In the evening, Pu Xiuyun took the initiative to invite them to dinner.

At the dinner table, Li Feizhang had been trying hard to restrain his excitement after dancing, Brother Jiao Cheng could see it.

And the other protagonist flipped through the menu, and then gracefully pushed it in front of Jiao Cheng, "I treat you, you're welcome, I wanted to meet you before, until today, no, it was yesterday." He propped his chin, slender His fingers tapped on the table, very lightly.

Jiao Cheng smiled politely, he was not hungry, he was really not hungry, but his mind was still dazed, he was inexplicably weak, and also inexplicably tired.

These symptoms are not so much caused by the person in front of him, perhaps, they can be said to be caused by himself—for the first time, he has a real sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis, hazy, looming.

"I can do it, you can order." He replied, and pushed the menu to Li Feidan.

Li Feidan sensed his emotion, brushed his sweaty hair and asked, "Are you hot?"

Jiao Cheng shook his head.

Pu Xiuyun squinted his eyes for a while, and asked for a long time, "Are you going back to England this time to dance?"

Li Feizhang couldn't help laughing in doubt: "How come, why do you think so? Even if you fly back, it might be to get something or something. Why can't I come here to play after I retire? Your logic is a bit weird."

Pu Xiuyun took a sip of water, leaned back suddenly, and looked out the window: "I just said, how is it possible, you have never regretted the decision you made, luckily you didn't take it seriously..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, until the waiter served the dishes one after another, and then he continued: "You can ask Anna, these are what she said."

"Really?" Li Feidan responded in surprise, "Then I'll look for her later."

They ate for a while, and they ate very quietly. Li Feizhang occasionally chatted about the itinerary of the two days and Lao Bu's current situation in the middle of the meal, but he didn't mention anything more.

Jiao Cheng claims that he is not a timid person, he is good at observing other people's emotions, but now he feels that he is being observed instead, this feeling is not bad, but it is not very good either.

The weather was very hot, and the air-conditioning in the restaurant was blowing. Pu Xiu finished cutting the last piece of beef, took a sip of water, and suddenly asked with a smile, "Aren't you curious?"

Jiao Cheng was dumbfounded by his proactive question.

"You can ask anything, it doesn't matter." He said again.

Jiao Cheng squeezed the knife and fork, and then let go of his palm. He felt that it was a bit clumsy for him to think so, but his subconscious guess was already ready to come out——

"Have you dated?"

It doesn't seem right to say that.

Obviously, I can save it until tonight, when it's only him and Li Feizhang, instead of being wrapped up in the emotions of watching the dance just now, and then being dazzled by sensibility.

He kept telling himself that this was normal, this was normal, this was their job, their profession.

Jiao Cheng knew all these things very well, but perhaps it was because of this that he wanted to listen, to listen closely, to this man's answer.

The lights of the western food restaurant are very soft, and the shadows of the lights outside are shaking

Pu Xiuyun didn't tie his hair up in the afternoon, his hair is really pretty.

Then he said, "No, it's just that I've been chasing him."