meet at thirty

Although Wen Sheng looked impatient before, gggghost unexpectedly didn't see any movement from him in the next few days.

In the past, Wen Sheng had always put any idea into practice immediately, otherwise he would not even be able to sleep well. gggghost went upstairs after class, and seeing Wen Sheng thinking quietly with his headphones on, he couldn't help but secretly startled.

Water3 is not there, Tutu's eyes are empty, and he looks like he is wandering in the sky.The two sat on both sides without any communication.

This is really hell.

gggghost found a place to sit down in the inexplicable and weird atmosphere, and was distracted while wrestling with the design of the support t.

Recently, the dance room is always full of people. Wen Sheng, who usually stays in the dance room when he has nothing to do, has changed his temper and squatted at home. Tutu and water3 are always absent. Either only one of the two can be seen, or neither is there. . gggghost is usually very disturbed, but when it quieted down, it felt a little uncomfortable.

gggghost was thinking about something when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Sheng put his hand aside suddenly, stood up and faced the mirror, knelt down unexpectedly, and the shape of his hands changed one after another.It was slow at first, but after two or three times, his movements gradually became coherent.Wen Sheng was still dissatisfied, and changed it several times.

Wen Sheng knelt down for a while, got up for a while, stood in a position near the back, and jumped up and down several times. When he knelt down again, he lost his attention and made a loud "boom". Tutu was so frightened that he slammed his elbow against the mirror behind him, and there was another sound that could be heard throughout the room.

Seeing this, gggghost felt that his knees and elbows were also hurting.

"Take it easy, both of you." gggghost looked at Wen Sheng: "Can you pay attention to your knee? Do you still think you are a young man?"

Looking at Tutu again: "Where is Sanshui? Why can't I see anyone recently?"

Tutu shook his arm that was a little sore just now, and said lightly: "Isn't he alive?"

Before gggghost asked the next sentence, Tutu looked at Wen Sheng: "Are you making up a new song?"

Wen Sheng was immersed in his own world, and nodded subconsciously when he heard the words. The shape of his hand was still changing subconsciously. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked with a dazed expression, "What did you just say?"

Tutu shook his head speechlessly to indicate that it's okay, as if he just asked casually just to change the topic.

Wen Sheng then rubbed his knees roughly, and soon got into the choreography again.

The room was quiet again, gggghost was facing the computer, and even had some doubts about whether the conversation just now was an illusion created by himself.

It wasn't until the meal time that this weird atmosphere eased up a bit. Water3 still didn't come back, but Wen Sheng finally got out of the creative state, and Tutu was no longer so absent-minded.Wen Sheng nodded when he took the chopsticks from the cabinet, only to realize that there were only three people: "Where are the people from Sanshui?"

gggghost:  …

Under the sympathetic gaze of gggghost's caring disabled middle-aged man, Wen Sheng finally came back to his memory, remembering that Tutu seemed to have said what water3 was doing, as for the more specific content, he really couldn't remember it.He sighed, and there was a little vicissitudes in his eyes: "I'm almost bald because of this dance."

Hearing this, gggghost and tutu showed surprise at the same time.All four of them have the ability to independently choreograph, and among them, Wen Sheng has the most original Zhenfu. It is no exaggeration to say that he is as prolific as a sow, and they haven't seen Wen Sheng's card movements stuck like this for a long time.Even Tutu, who was in a bad state, was aroused curiosity and asked him which song he made up.

Wen Sheng opened the app and found a song for them to read.

gggghost saw the title of the song clearly, and immediately took a deep breath: "Damn, why do you suddenly want to make up this song?"

Wen Sheng shrugged: "Blinded by love."

Wen Sheng didn't intend to hide it from tutu and water3, but just wanted to tell them about Puzhen when the four of them were all around, but after a few days, he didn't find a suitable opportunity, and tutu was still talking to the straight man he agreed to. I don't know anything about bending.But Wen Sheng is used to running trains, and he can say all kinds of nonsense, so Tutu thought he was talking casually.

However, gggghost knew the inside story. At this moment, he just felt his stomach churn, and suddenly had a subtle and ominous premonition about the future.

Before gggghost could react, Wen Sheng's face fell down again, and he repeatedly poked his forehead with the other end of the chopsticks: "I didn't expect it to get stuck so badly."

Although Wen Sheng said so, he didn't have the slightest intention of seeking foreign aid from gggghost or tutu.Just kidding, other dances are fine, he made up this one to dance with Pu Zhen, Wen Sheng has a sense of ritual in his heart, so it is impossible for him to borrow someone else's hands.

Even Pu Zhen can't do it.

/ / /

In fact, the complexity of Wen Sheng's choreography process is far from being summed up by the word "stuck".He has been thinking a lot in his head in the past few days, thinking about how to spend this year's Qixi Festival, and thinking about when he will come out with his family——If Pu Zhen was a woman, he would probably think of buying it for his grandchildren. School district room.Converted into words, his mental journey in the past few days can probably be published as a memoir, or the kind that is divided into three volumes.

Even Wen Sheng himself felt that choreographing in this state would be stumbling, but when he really started to conceive, inspiration rushed out like bubbles in boiling hot water.Every bubble has the unique sour smell of love, but when it lands on him, he feels it is sweeter than half-sweet fairy grass panna cotta.Even if it was an action that he thought of in his dream, he still remembered it clearly when he woke up, just like a habit formed naturally, and naturally became instinct again.

However, when Wen Sheng's choreography transitioned from his brain to reality, his previous premonition became true again. The details were not well grasped, and his brain directly degenerated from the double-speed ghost animal mode to a ppt.When a person has too many emotions and wants to express too much, he will become incoherent. Wen Sheng feels that he is similar to this situation, so he is not very anxious.Of course, the lack of ddl is also a key reason.

He concealed Pu Zhen's factors and talked to Nan Nan, only to get the other party's snort: "Come on, you just don't have ddl so you're not in a hurry."

Wen Sheng: ...He actually thinks it's damn reasonable.

Nannan: "When my legs get better, let's make an appointment for a meal. Me, Beibei, the four of you, sol and almonds."

Naturally, Wen Sheng had no objection, Nan Nan said again: "To tell you the truth, I was too busy a while ago, and I just didn't want to record the dance, but my leg fell, and I wanted to read everything when I saw Zhenfu, and I wanted to choreograph any song I heard. Every day I think about it, maybe my legs will be fine when I wake up, but I still wake up like that. If it wasn’t for the almond cake, he said it’s okay, I’m really scared.”

On the day Nannan fell and injured, Beibei flew abroad with her husband early in the morning, which made her feel guilty after returning.It is impossible for Nannan to say these things to Beibei and make her feel sorry, let alone to her fans, Wen Sheng thought, she must have been holding back these words for a long time.

Among all the friends Nan Nan knew, Wen Sheng might be the most suitable listener—it’s not that others are not as good as him, but Wen Sheng should be the one who can empathize the most.

A "Yes" popped up in the chat box above, Nan Nan glanced at the person's ID, and did not click on it in a hurry.The "The other party is typing" sign on the chat interface flickered for a while, and after about half a minute, Wen Sheng finally came up with a complete sentence.Nan Nan watched, and slowly revealed a knowing smile.

@win: "So, it's better to do what you want to do as soon as possible."

Wen Sheng and Nan Nan finished their conversation, turned around and clicked on Pu Zhen's profile picture, and told the other party that he had been choreographing a dance card for a long time recently.Pu Zhen didn't talk much, but he always replied quickly.Wen Sheng asked him what he was doing, Pu Zhen said he was working overtime, Wen Sheng said that would not bother you, and Pu Zhen immediately replied that it doesn't matter and it doesn't matter.Wen Sheng saw that it didn't matter, and when he came back to his senses, the screen was already black, reflecting his smirking face.

He suddenly had a feeling that even if he wanted Pu Zhen's original document for aLIEz, Pu Zhen would pass it on to him without saying a word.

/ / /

Pu Zhen had a heavy workload this week, even though Pu Yu said he was not in a hurry, he still brought home all the work he had done.He is used to self-discipline, and will not put off doing anything until the end. Since last year, overtime work that can be completed earlier has to be completed in advance.In the past, it was to free up time to practice dancing, but now there is another reason. Origin usually has other jobs and knows a lot of dancers. Pu Zhen doesn't have the extravagant hope that one day Wen Sheng will ask him for a dance appointment, but he hopes that one day when Wen Sheng wants to ask him for a dance appointment, he can be there whenever he is called.

This may sound harsh, but it is not unusual for Pu Zhen: he started to spend a lot of time on Wen Sheng a long time ago, but now it is just a different way.Pu Zhen is not greedy, his highest expectation for the future is to maintain the status quo - he can dance with Wen Sheng, interact with him on Weibo, and chat with him when Wen Sheng is stuck dancing.

Very occasionally, the selfish side that has been suppressed by him will show up, such as now, at a certain moment, he will immorally hope that the temperature rise card will last longer.This kind of thinking can only be maintained for a second at most, and it will be suppressed by him soon.

Compared with his little thoughts, Pu Zhen hopes that Wen Sheng will go well.

They chatted one after another, and it was nearly twelve o'clock when Pu Zhen noticed the time.He was a little bit reluctant, but still said: "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

The temperature rise quickly recovered.

Pu Zhen didn't go to bed immediately after washing.He is used to going to bed late, and it is not his time to fall asleep at all.After finishing all the work he brought back, he turned off the computer and took a tablet of melatonin.

It was 02:30 in the morning when Wen Sheng sent him a message. He had his eyes closed, but he was still not asleep. He turned on the bedside lamp and reached for his phone as soon as the special alarm sound was turned off.

Wen Sheng asked him if he had time to record a dance recently.

Pu Zhen thought for a moment that he was dreaming, but it didn't matter, his reaction was the same whether it was in a dream or not.

"I'm free." After he sent this sentence, he asked half-jokingly, "Have you put the stuck one aside?"

Wen Sheng asked him in disbelief, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

In the next second, he denied Pu Zhen's question: "No, it's the stuck one. It's edited. I'll record it and send it to you when I'm free these two days."

"aLIEz," Wen Sheng paused, and added, "the original version."