meet at thirty

Wen Sheng didn't sleep well this time.Tossing and turning all night, uncontrollably thinking about what Pu Zhen said.

Wen Sheng started contacting lochin at the age of 14, met the three members of Origin at the age of 19, and formed a dance troupe at the age of 20.After dancing for more than ten years, I have received countless letters of confession.It is a great honor that his dance can give some comfort to people in adversity. There are quite a few people who have come into contact with house dance under the influence of origin, but Puzhen is different.

It may be because among so many people who have entered the pit for origin, he is the only one who is stubborn, and he must practice until he can "almost meet people" before he dares to contribute.Wen Sheng couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Pu Zhen to practice dancing by himself in the past six or seven years.Did he learn ballet very easily because of his background in ballet, or did he improve little by little in practice day and night like ordinary people?The temperature rise is completely unknown.He couldn't help but recall the expression he had when he first saw Pu Zhen, and finally fell asleep amidst the mess of memories.

I fell asleep but I was not stable, and I had to dream, and I dreamed of a ball of white light.

Wen Sheng had never seen any demons and gods, but he thought it was his guardian sweetheart without any grounds.The person in the dream is always unreasonable, he said yes, so be it, only to see the light ball flashing at the height of his chest, and slowly outline a human figure taller than him, but the facial features are still hidden. Behind the misty white mist, it is hard to see clearly.Wen Sheng was not afraid when he saw that the small ball of light had turned into such a human figure, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.

Then the scene changed, and they instantly returned to the city surrounded by steel buildings.It was probably a heavily polluted smog day, and the passers-by on the road were all wearing masks and looked indifferent.The guardian sweetheart in human form couldn't speak, stood at a loss at the intersection of people coming and going, was pushed and shoved from time to time, staggered back a few steps, and almost bumped into a street light.Wen Sheng couldn't bear it for any reason, and instantly burst into a protective mentality. He reached out to pull him, only to find that his hand had passed directly through his wrist.

Wen Sheng couldn't touch people, oh no, couldn't touch strange things, and he was worried about leaving him alone in an unfamiliar environment, so he followed him all the way.They came to a slightly open place, Wen Sheng couldn't understand what he said, and didn't understand what he was going to do, but saw the man standing still facing him.Wen Sheng looked down on his face, but he knew he was looking at him.I saw my right hand turned around, put it on my chest, and bowed in a gentleman's salute, like a farewell before the curtain ended.

Wen Sheng thought he was going to leave, but he stood on tiptoe and turned around lightly.It was a dance that Wen Sheng was very familiar with, but in the dream he couldn't follow his sober logic, Wen Sheng scratched his heart and lungs anxiously and angry, and couldn't remember which dance it was.At the same time, more and more passers-by stopped and looked at them.Wen Sheng looked at the archangel surrounded by passers-by, and was inexplicably upset, wishing to hide him behind him, and order a love song for each of these people.

A somewhat inexplicable, but still wonderful dream.

Wen Sheng recognized the tune when he kicked his right leg high above his head.The high-kick circle movement is so elegant that it seems to have artificially added 0.75 times the speed. When the arms are stretched out, the clothes are pulled up a little, revealing a thin and white waist.

The moment Wen Sheng realized what kind of dance it was and who the dancing "archangel" was, he suddenly woke up.

Wen Sheng reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table in the dark, and checked the time: three o'clock in the morning.

Bloody guardian sweetheart!

Wen Sheng couldn't help but uttered a foul word in his heart, and then suddenly froze as if he had been cast with a freeze spell.

Why does he feel that the current scene is somewhat familiar?

Wen Sheng propped himself up on the bed with one hand, frowned a little, and slowly relaxed it after half a minute.He remembered that in the middle of the night before, he also woke up in the middle of the night, and after looking at his phone, he swears.It's just that he was woken up by the cold that time, and then he opened a station B, and saw Pu Zhen's reply to his short website.This time, the quilt was changed to a thicker one, the heater was turned on, and the person who replied to his messages at that time was now lying next to him. This realization gave Wen Sheng a feeling of "fate".

The phone automatically went dark when the time came, Wen Sheng didn't turn it on again, but put it back lightly, turned his head to look at Pu Zhen in the darkness—of course he didn't see anything— Only then did he lie down on his side again.

This time it was a dreamless night.

/ / /

Wen Sheng is 32 years old and 16 years old. He needs sleep. I don’t know when the people around me wake up. When I wake up, I smell the fragrance of soy milk. When I wake up, I see a few small plastic bags on the table. Braving white steam.

Wen Sheng and Pu Zhen said that there is a bunch of spare keys in the shoe cabinet in front of his house, and that there is a very delicious breakfast restaurant in front of his community. Unexpectedly, Pu Zhen remembered all these.

Wen Sheng suddenly had the illusion that he was the one staying in someone else's house.

He looked at Pu Zhen who was clean and refreshed, and then looked down at his slovenly face, which had not been washed or brushed. He thought that last time he slept in the dark and didn't even know when Pu Zhen left, so he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. Justification: "I usually get up very early, and I go to bed later when I am on vacation." At the end, I did not forget that the villain complained first: "You didn't call me when you got up."

Pu Zhen heard a bit of guilt that he wanted to cover up, but he didn't expose it, and said kindly: "You went to bed late last night, and woke up again in the middle, so it's okay to wake up late in the morning."

Wen Sheng had already stepped into the bathroom with one foot, and when he heard what Pu Zhen said, he poked his head out, so startled that the senior even forgot to pick up his bag: "Damn it, you didn't sleep at that time?"

"Slept, but I am a light sleeper and wake up easier."

Wen Sheng let out a groan, slowly retracted his head, and within half a minute, he appeared again like a groundhog, holding a toothbrush in his mouth, and said vaguely: "The tableware is in the first big drawer under the stove. Here, take it as you see it.”

After Wen Sheng washed his face, Pu Zhen had already set out his breakfast.Pu Zhen even arranged the plates exquisitely, the small cages and pot stickers were surrounded in a circle, and they were arranged neatly and beautifully.Wen Sheng originally took vinegar and a small dish, but seeing that Pu Zhen also bought deep-fried dough sticks, he went back and brought out a bottle of soy sauce.

"Have you ever drank salty soy milk?"

Pu Zhen shook his head.

"Would you like to try?" Wen Sheng was eager to try, with "promise me" written all over his face.

Pu Zhen: "...Okay."

Half a minute later, Pu Zhen drank the first bowl of salty soy milk with soy sauce poured over it and chunks of fried dough sticks soaked in it.

Pu Zhen nodded under Wen Sheng's gaze, and said sincerely, "It's delicious."

I thought the taste would be a little weird, but it didn't.The salty soy milk is also good, and the vinegar-dipped dumplings and pot stickers are also good. They all taste great.Especially in the winter, when you take a sip, the whole body is warmed up from the stomach to the heart.

Wen Sheng immediately smiled triumphantly, his eyes bent into a long and thin arc: "Next time, I will take you to eat the rice cake near Laoji's house, which is not far from here."

Most people always have one or another misunderstanding about his career. For example, they think that their working hours and life rules are not "stable" enough, but this is not the case.When the studio is busy, there will be continuous nights and sleepovers in the upstairs dance room, but more often, Wen Sheng's life is more "regular" than ordinary office workers.The area where Wen Sheng and the others are located is not a CBD, and there are many traditional restaurants in densely populated areas.Under normal circumstances, he will buy breakfast and bring it to the studio, and occasionally bring a copy for others, or ask his teammates to bring a copy. In short, he will never eat hand pancakes from convenience stores and subway stations unless there are special circumstances—of course, there is no It's a bad idea to say that the finger cakes are bad.

After a person becomes an adult, every year is a hurdle.Those who crossed it tremblingly waited for the arrival of the next hurdle; those who did not cross it plunged into it, and their spirits were lost and their faces were ashamed.Wen Sheng is one of those extremely rare people in their 30s who can still be happy with something as small as eating.Pu Zhen and Wen Sheng stayed together, feeling that he could experience the reality of life every moment.

To live, not to live.

/ / /

Tutu and gggghost came in the afternoon, when Pu Zhen was still pressing the finished video. One of tutu and gggghost was carrying milk tea, and the other was carrying cake. It was not easy for the water3 family to come here, and no matter what, they still made concessions. Wen Sheng and the others discussed it, and felt that it would be good for water3 to accompany the family at home.

"I've talked with Sanshui, he should be fine in a short time." gggghost said while taking off his slippers, and dumped them on the beanbag with ease.

Tutu was picking out the playlist, and replied without raising his head when he heard the words: "The older one is disobedient, doesn't he have a sensible young son, it's fine."

"Aren't you going to hate people now?" gggghost turned himself over like a salted fish on a barbecue grill, teasing Tutu leisurely.

Tutu shook his head: "It's normal to have different ideas. No one thinks more noble than anyone else. I didn't intend to change their ideas. It's just that people like Sanshui hurt others very much. It's impossible to speak for themselves. It is estimated that his parents will not listen to it, so we have to say some things."

It's rare for Tutu to be so serious. Wen Sheng took a look, then turned his head and nodded with Pu Zhen as confirmation: "San Shui didn't love his son for nothing."

Tutu: "..."

As soon as Wen Sheng finished speaking, he became silly and cheerful.With this smirk, he completely forgot that he had a bad injury on his back, and subconsciously leaned back.He leaned back halfway, his waist was suddenly firmly supported, and the next second his shoulders were also pressed down, so he didn't lean on the sofa.It's hard for Pu Zhen to pay attention to Wen Sheng's situation while typing the video introduction. If he slows down, Wen Sheng's unbandaged back will come into close contact with the sofa.Pu Zhen withdrew his hand, eyes full of helplessness: "Can you be more careful."

Seeing Pu Zhen's helpless expression, Tutu didn't even care about affirming that he was his father, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Although Pu Zhen had a good relationship with them before, he vaguely felt that today's Pu Zhen was a little different from the previous one. Tutu thought for a while, and came to a conclusion without too much effort:

Xiaozhen finally couldn't bear Wen Wen's stupidity.

Wen Sheng has no awareness of being reprimanded, seeing that Pu Zhen is already uploading the video interface, he wants to go over to watch it, but Pu Zhen is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, reacting extremely violently and stretching out his hand to block the screen.

"I've set a time, and I can watch it after the trial at night."

Pu Zhen was very determined this time, no matter how hard Wen Sheng tried, he still couldn't make his wish come true.Wen Sheng had clearly watched him record the video live, but was scratched by Pu Zhen's extreme reaction with curiosity, thinking about it all afternoon.When the three of them returned home, Wen Sheng hesitated for a while, but opened Weibo first.

Every year when Wen Sheng celebrates his birthday, fans will come up with some plans.This year, it was a handbook with an explosive frame rate. Wen Sheng read it twice, and then went to read other Aites—none of them were from Puzhen.

He clearly knew what Pu Zhen had voted for, but when he looked at the small blue logo on station B, he felt inexplicably closer to his nostalgia and more timid.

His fingers paused on the top of the tablet for a long time, and finally he clicked on it cruelly. The latest update was Pu Zhen's contribution.

The title is still an unpretentious personal tag+song title format, but this time there is a small tail "HBtowin" at the end.

Wen Sheng clicked on it, didn't care about anything, and went straight to the briefing that Pu Zhen had concealed from himself.In addition to the source of the music and other information, this introduction finally brings the personal feelings of the up owner.

"I am very glad that I finally had an intersection with origin, whom I have liked for a long time, and met win last year. Every cooperation is very happy. To be honest, I still have unreal feelings.

I'm too embarrassed to say it face to face, and I didn't circle you, anyway, just see it, don't mention this next time you meet (bowing).

Finally, I wish you a happy birthday. May every year have today, every year is better than today. "