meet at thirty

As soon as Wen Sheng got home, he called Pu Zhen and asked water3 to pick him up.It took only 5 minutes before and after, but he moved quickly. He took the clothes and filled the hot water bottle and didn't forget to turn on the heater.The temperature in the room was even higher than when Pu Zhen came last time. As soon as Wen Sheng got home, he began to take off his coat, throwing all his coats on the sofa, dragging his upper body until only his T-shirt was left, and then asked Pu Zhen to take a bath.

Pu Zhen spent much longer in the bath than Wen Sheng imagined, but Wen Sheng could understand.When he was young, he dared to record dances outside in the winter when he was the most prodigal.They were invited to perform in a city in the north, and it happened that the snow was thickly piled up on the ground. The four of them dared to fall on the soft snow again and again until they lost all sensation in their hands and feet.He himself was so crazy before, but if it was Pu Zhen, he somehow had double standards.

Not only did he double-standard, but he also went to find someone on his own initiative, and angrily took him back to his home.Wen Sheng watched people go crazy, but in fact he did things in his own way, which was not in line with his code of conduct, but he couldn't think of a reason, and he didn't have time to dwell on this issue: ginger was cooking on one of the two gas stoves in front of him. Tang Yi was heating the milk, and he looked at it as if he was facing an enemy, not daring to blink.

Wen Sheng waited on the sofa for a while, when he heard the sound of the toilet door opening.Wen Sheng raised his eyes, and looked Hui Puzhen up and down.Pu Zhen was wearing his pajamas and pajamas. The clothes were loose fit, but the pants were inevitably too short.The hair was wet and not dripping, but it was stuck together in locks.Sitting on the sofa next to the temperature rise, the humidity of the surrounding air has also increased a lot.Wen Sheng handed him ginger soup, he took it, took a sip, and subconsciously frowned.

Suddenly, Wen Sheng asked him, "Do you not like the taste of ginger?"

Pu Zhen gave a muffled hum, it was not pleasant to watch.

This was the first time Wen Sheng saw Pu Zhen clearly expressing his dislike for a certain food. Before he said anything else, Pu Zhen pinched his nose with one hand, frowned and closed his eyes, and swallowed the remaining ginger in one gulp. After finishing all the soup, he unconsciously waved his hand in front of his nose at the end.

Wen Sheng didn't notice, and was almost blushed by Pu Zhen's little unconscious action.

Pu Zhen opened his eyes, saw Wen Sheng propping his chin with one hand, not knowing what he was thinking, and smiled kindly.Wen Sheng stretched out his hand towards him, turned his wrist, and turned his palm up, revealing the sugar lying inside.

"Peach flavor." Wen Sheng winked at him: "Go and get rid of the smell in your mouth, there will be a glass of milk later."

And a mess of snacks on the table.

/ / /

Wen Sheng thought it would be difficult to bring up the matter of New Year's Eve again, but today Pu Zhen felt more relaxed than ever, and even took the initiative to bring it up: "It was my fault that I didn't make it clear to you earlier. .”

"Where is it, I should apologize. I think you don't want me to see that video." Wen Sheng raised his hand and lightly pressed on Pu Zhen's shoulder, "If you ever want to tell me , I am always willing to listen."

He is obviously an off-line temperament, but there is always some gentleness in his eyebrows and eyes inadvertently.Pu Zhen looked deeply into Wen Sheng's eyes, without realizing that there was a smile in his eyes.

Wen Sheng himself may not be aware of his own influence, but Pu Zhen can clearly feel that his way of doing things is being influenced by Wen Sheng little by little.Especially today, when Wen Sheng came out from the shadows, gave him an involuntary hug, and finally led him back to his home, Pu Zhen suddenly felt that many things that were on his mind suddenly disappeared, and they were nothing anymore. up.

Pu Zhen is as sweet as a cane.

Pu Zhen imitated Wen Sheng's appearance last time, sitting cross-legged on the sofa with long legs, holding steaming milk: "It's not that I can't say anything, but no one has asked me about it."

Pu Zhen's ability to tell stories is really unflattering. He didn't get straight to the point or set up suspense. He only knew how to introduce his family background in a straightforward manner, but Wen Sheng listened very attentively.Pu Zhen has a native family that is relatively average. His father is a businessman, and his mother is a ballet dancer. Pu Zhen has a brother who is five years older than him, but he is the only one who inherited his mother's dancing talent.

"After my mother gave birth to my brother, the impact would not be too great. After recovering, she continued to dance for four years, but after giving birth to me, she couldn't do it."

Pu Zhen's elder brother has the kind of physique that can't even explain in a word, but Pu Zhen has perfectly inherited his mother's dance gene.In addition, Pu Zhen has an educational environment that his mother did not have back then.Puzhen began to learn ballet at the age of 6. When he was 10 years old, his relatives and friends all said that he would become a new "swan". Even Puzhen's parents were so sure.

The story of the older generation gradually fades with the passage of time, while the younger generation gradually shines with dazzling brilliance. For Pu Zhen's mother, there is nothing better than taking her child hand in hand and witnessing him ascending to the The stage I have stood on, the dance I have danced, and the honor I have won step by step, and finally a better ending than myself.

However, the most indispensable thing in this world is fate and fate.

Apart from Pu Zhen himself, it was his mother who first discovered that his state was not right.At that time, his skills and skills had reached the peak that he could achieve at that age, but he was narrowly defeated in domestic competitions.And that missed gold medal was just the beginning of everything.

Pu Zhen himself couldn't tell exactly which dance his mood started to go wrong, maybe it was the one he lost to his competitor, or maybe it was the dance troupe's big sister who shocked everyone with her skills earlier. That time of fame.Pu Zhen’s family keeps images of every performance of his mother when he was young. Pu Zhen has heard the most words “you will become an excellent dancer like your mother in the future”, but when he reaches 15 At the age of [-], I suddenly realized that I might not be able to do it.

Whether it's the mother in the video, the big sister, or the person who won him, they all radiate dazzling light when they dance, making it hard to move your eyes away.But Pu really felt that he hadn't.Puzhen had danced ballet for nine years when he was 15 years old, but no one told him why he learned ballet. The reason seemed to be that his mother was an excellent ballet dancer, so he was destined to follow his mother's path.

"For a long time later, whenever I practiced, I would think of that boy and my senior sister." When Pu Zhen practiced big jumps, leg kicks, whip turns and other movements, their dancing appearances would be different. It flooded into his mind in a controlled manner, lingering like a ghost.Pu Zhen pointed at himself, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I feel like a fake."

Wen Sheng didn't know what to say for a while.

He could fully understand what Pu Zhen meant.The Japanese manga of enthusiastic migrant workers, represented by a certain shadow ninja, has always had the meaning of "three-point fist, seven-point mouth gun". The word "original heart" sounds like nonsense, no matter which smell of expired chicken soup it is placed on, but for dancers, these two words are really as important as talent.He has been in the dance area for more than ten years, and he has seen a lot of newcomers come and old people leave, and he is especially touched by this.

Rationally, he can understand it, but seeing Pu Zhen laughing like that and mocking himself as a fake, he just feels a dense and uncomfortable heart.

"The state has been declining for a while." Pu Zhen said lightly.

Not to mention laymen, relatives and friends of Pu Zhen's mother who were traveling with her felt it was a pity.Once, a senior from the regiment who was still on the front line came to his house as a guest. Pu Zhen was originally in his room, but when he went out to pour water, he overheard the two talking.The senior has a good relationship with his mother, and has brought him up like a half-son for many years. His lowered voice couldn't hide his sadness: he is so obedient and talented, how could he become what he is now... .”

Pu Zhen's father was doing business with the French, and he met Pu Zhen's mother in France, and Pu Zhen's elder brother also went to France for university.In the original plan, it was good for Pu Zhen and his mother to stay in the regiment in China. Later, his condition declined. After discussing with Pu's father and Pu's mother, they asked Pu Zhen if he wanted to change his environment and go to France to study in high school.

While Pu Zhen was talking, long-lost memories kept popping up: his mother sat opposite him, holding him in her slender and smooth hands, and her voice was as gentle as ever: "Xiaohe, let's change our mood in France and see See if you can adjust your status. If you want to enter the dance troupe of the Paris Opera or go back to your mother, it’s up to you. We can talk about this later, don’t worry.”

For a long time, Pu's mother's soft voice and the suppressed sobs he heard that day always appeared in his dreams intertwined.In his dream, he was finally able to see what he hadn't seen when he went out to pour water: his always elegant and beautiful mother, who was gentle and gentle even when teaching students to dance, had tears in her eyes, but her hand was tightly covering her mouth , for fear of letting the son in the room hear him.In the dream, Pu Zhen was no longer hiding in the corridor, but sitting in front of her, still looking cute and sensible, but his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he couldn't even utter a simple word of comfort.

His mother was not angry with him, but he let her down.

Pu Zhen put his hands on his lap uneasily like every time before, but in the next second, he was surrounded by unprecedented warmth.

Pu Zhen raised his eyes suddenly, and his eyes directly met Wen Sheng's.Wen Sheng looked at him for two seconds, then stretched out his hand, and gently patted Pu Zhen on the back.Through a layer of flannel, Pu Zhen's thin back was no longer so painful, and Wen Sheng's gentle pats became softer, almost to the point of caressing.

Thinking back on this now, he would no longer be as anxious as he was back then. After waking up from the dream, he could only keep his eyes open until dawn.Wen Sheng could also see that Pu Zhen's mood was fairly stable, but he still couldn't help but want to comfort him in his own way, as if he could just touch the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Pu Zhen.

"So I went to France when I was 16, and the video you saw was recorded when I was 18. It was the first ballet I did alone, and it was also the last."

"You should be able to tell that the mood...is not very good." Pu Zhen smiled embarrassedly, but Wen Sheng's eyes suddenly widened when he said the next sentence.

"But on that day, after I finished recording the dance, I went back to the dormitory and saw your blue bird that my junior high school classmate transferred."

Pu Zhen didn't say any more, but his eyes were enough to make up for him.

If he hadn't personally experienced Yunxiaoyuji, Caiche Quming, he wouldn't have that look in his eyes.

Wen Sheng was a little silly, staring at him blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he muttered unconsciously: "You are 18 years old, then I should be 24, I am 32 this year, that is to say ..."

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 100, the temperature rise is extremely difficult.He repeated the calculation three times, and the answer stuck in his throat, as if he had exhausted all his strength to spit it out: "8 years?"

Although Wen Sheng and Pu Zhen have only known each other for a few months, Pu Zhen's weight in his heart is no less than that of other friends.This is nothing unusual, after all, the criterion for defining friendship has never been time.

But now, Pu Zhen is clearly telling him that it is not.

Behind what he thought was old friends at first sight was the 8 years that were taken lightly by another party.

Pu Zhen looked at Wen Sheng, his dark pupils seemed to be twinkling like stars: "Actually, I only started learning hip-hop dance because of you...."