After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

——Is that person J?

These words echoed in his mind, making him a little absent-minded when he was practicing dancing.

He felt that Shi Jin's presence was a bit too strong.

When Shi Jin was around, he didn't feel it yet, but when Shi Jin wasn't around, he began to look for Shi Jin vaguely on other people.

Forget about Min An, why even...

The cheerful music of the fourth scene of "Sleeping Beauty" reverberated in the dance room.

The dance at this time is the scene when the prince and princess Aurora got married and danced.

"Xingli, you're distracted."

While dancing, Song Xingli heard Xia Yingguang's voice reminding him in a low voice, his voice was serious and somewhat reproachful, as if he was saying that he was in such an important performance and only then came back to his senses.

He met Xia Yingguang who was close at hand, his eyes reflected his appearance, the seriousness in his eyes and the seriousness of his appearance, for a moment coincided with the man in his mind who was getting stronger and stronger.

——Xing Xing, you are distracted.

The familiar voice echoed in his ears, low and gentle.

In class, he always peeked at Shi Jin, and was caught several times, and then Shi Jin would look at him so seriously, with this expression, but his tone was unwilling to be harsh.

and sometimes-

His eyes flickered, no, what was he thinking again? !

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was comparing other people with Shi Jin again, and his irritability came to his mind again. He looked at Shang Xia Yingguang firmly, and told himself not to be distracted for a few seconds.

Put yourself into practice thoroughly.

Use focus to divert your attention.

Sweating profusely, practicing until both parties are satisfied.

After being fully involved, he ignored a scorching gaze from outside the door and did not leave for a long time.

Min An didn't think it was boring to stay like this for an afternoon, so he sat aside, took out his drawing book and put it on his lap to draw pictures, drawing Song Xingli's body movements when dancing, drawing Song Xingli's facial expressions, and drawing these two people colliding when dancing sparks out.

Dance is more than paper, and art is indeed interlinked, including the feeling of immersion.

The speed of writing was very fast, and finally all the plots of the fourth act of Sleeping Beauty were drawn on dozens of sheets of paper.

At the end of the painting, he looked obsessively at the figures of these two people in the painting, mainly because Song Xingli made him adrenaline rush.At the beginning, he didn't feel Song Xingli's strong sense of devotion, but soon he felt the charm of dancing from Song Xingli.

The loose clothes are soaked in sweat, and when they are slender and well-proportioned, they outline a beautiful line. The hair on the tight forehead is pinned to the back of the head to reveal a smooth forehead. The persistence and love for dancing in the eyes seem to be able to wear through everything.

No distractions.

This kind of charm made him fully feel the beauty and impact of ballet.

Maybe he would have found it more interesting to draw without that partner by his side.

Song Xingli stopped after practicing for three hours.

He gasped and looked at his old partner Xia Yingguang, and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, you, it's a pity that you quit the ballet world in such a state, it seems that every time I need you to bring me into the show, really He is indeed our benchmark.”

Xia Yingguang pulled the towel aside and threw it to Song Xingli: "Come on, these two dances with you have made it difficult for you to enter the arena from the very beginning. The first time was because of Shi Jin, and now it's because—"

Interestingly, he looked at the long-haired man who had been sitting aside for three hours and watched them draw with a book, so who is this?The man who can make Song Xingli's side no longer Shi Jin should be a very powerful man, right?

After knowing that Song Xingli and Shi Jin divorced, he felt it was a pity. How could the two leave?

He thought unless it was the end of the world.

Xia Yingguang joked with a smile: "Xingli, you can do it, you have already brought men to the dance studio, so you don't hide them anymore."

His eyes fell on the long-haired man, and he began to suspect, and also began to boldly assume, could this be Song Xingli's new partner?

It doesn't look like the type of person Song Xingli likes either.

Song Xingli wiped his sweat and walked to Min An's side, "It's boring to watch me dance, thank you for waiting for me, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Min An closed the drawing book, looked up at Song Xingli who was drenched in sweat in front of him, his eyes were dim, and he didn't hesitate to praise him: "It's not boring at all, and I have to thank you for allowing me to enjoy a dance feast. Although there are no exquisite clothes, no gorgeous scenes, but it made me really feel the happy life of the prince and princess. You danced beautifully, it turns out that ballet can be so beautiful."

Song Xingli heard the sincerity in Min An's tone, and was quite happy in his heart.

The gentle smile in Shang Min An's eyes can't help but smile along with his lowered eyes. He likes to be watched when he dances, just like when he is performing on the stage, the audience's eyes are all on him. That kind of appreciation That kind of affirmation and that kind of staring at him is the affirmation and liking for him.

It is also the reason why he likes the stage and is reluctant to leave.

And this love...

He wanted to share it with Shi Jin countless times.

The corners of his lips were sunken bitterly for a moment and he said to Xia Yingguang and Min An, "Min An, let me introduce you to my old dance partner Xia Yingguang, who is my high school classmate." Then he looked sideways at Xia Yingguang: "This is my new friend Min An, he is a painter, a very good painter."

As he said that, he wiped the sweat off his head with a towel. Sure enough, he needed to keep himself busy, and he needed to be a little more busy.

Xia Yingguang is an acquaintance. When he heard that Song Xingli was bringing a painter, he immediately showed interest. He hurried to the front and stretched out his hand to Min An: "You are actually a painter! No wonder you look so cute. There is an artist's breath, hello, my name is Xia Yingguang."

His girlfriend is learning to draw recently, if he can be taught by a painter, maybe he can increase his confidence!Hurry up and get to know each other! !

When shaking hands with the painter, he was stunned for two seconds, hey, the painter's hands are too strong, right?

His eyes fell on the hands he shook with Min An, and he felt Min An's hostility towards him.

hostility?

It's strange where the hostility comes from.

"Hi, my name is Min An." Min An looked at the tall man in front of him with a smile on his face, and then let go of the hand that was clenched for a moment as if nothing had happened.

Xia Yingguang listened to Min An's gentle tone as if nothing had happened, thinking that he was thinking too much, maybe even if he had a strong hand.

Song Xingli didn't notice anything, and thought the two had a good chat. He watched Xia Yingguang wink at him as if hinting at something, and he probably knew that Xia Yingguang was interested in bringing Min An to him.

After all, Xia Yingguang is a loyal dog and always obeys his girlfriend, including his interests and hobbies.

"Let's go to dinner together, the three of us. I'll treat you." Song Xingli said, and he won't be going home that night.

Xia Yingguang was very excited when he heard that it was an old friend who wanted to set up a connection for him to meet a painter. He must be asking his girlfriend for credit tonight.

So he enthusiastically opened a topic chat with Min An, and finally added the contact information smoothly.

Min An had never seen such a familiar man, but this was Song Xingli's old friend, so he naturally couldn't refuse, so he politely added his contact information.And his gaze has been focused on Song Xingli beside him.

Song Xingli, who had already changed his clothes, sat cross-legged and fiddled with his mobile phone. For some reason, he always had a very subtle feeling that Song Xingli was absent-minded, and something was wrong since the almost accident just now.

Song Xingli leaned against the cold mirror behind him and took out his mobile phone to send Shi Jin a message.

Edited a simple sentence 'I won't go home to eat tonight', but my hand has not pressed the send button for a long time.

Finally, after struggling for a few seconds, I sent it out decisively.

He didn't believe that when Shi Jin sent him such a message before, he was hesitant, and he must have sent it as soon as he wanted to, so why did he hesitate, anyway, they are divorced now, and Shi Jin is his body partner, so he is not qualified to take care of it at will he.

The second after the message was sent, he felt his phone vibrate, and Shi Jin replied.

——Alright, be careful, don't smoke or drink, if I can, I'll pick you up, I'm afraid you won't go home.

A short reply, but also belongs to Shijin's pervasive details, overwhelming like a net woven by Shijin, a habit that cannot be escaped.

Shi Jin often said things like this, whether it was before or after marriage, including divorced now, Shi Jin always said that when he didn’t come home, it didn’t seem like Shi Jin would give him when he wasn’t home content of the information sent.

It seems that there is always more care and explanation for him.

And Shi Jin never told him what to do, even if he was working overtime, he didn't tell him what he was doing, who he was with, and what he was doing, so he never felt any pressure from Shi Jin. We have never worried about anything since we were together.

He didn't even worry about his parents' business, it was all dealt with by Shijin.

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

Where else can Shi Jin find out what's wrong with him? Is there anything else he can find out about the previous incidents?

Are there any more?

...he couldn't find it.

Song Xingli turned off the light on the phone screen and stood up from the floor. He smiled and said to the two of them, "Let's go, I'm hungry. You can choose whatever you want, and I'll pay for it."

I don't want to, I can't think about it anymore.

The lights in the dance room were turned off, the door was locked, and the original silence was restored.

Song Xingli gave Min An the car keys, he was a little afraid to drive and had to let Min An drive.

"Xingli, why did you and Shi Jin divorce?" Xia Yingguang thought about Luo Qing's death a while ago: "Is it because of... Luo Qing?" Song Xingli didn't want to talk about Xia Yingguang talking about this topic, She pulled her lips: "What are you still talking about, it's over."

"Or because of the classmate who said those things at the classmate meeting last time?" Xia Yingguang wanted to talk about this matter for a long time, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this in the end.

Before Song Xingli came, they were playing Truth or Dare, and that was actually just the content of Dare.

No one thought it would turn out like this, so who dare to say it.

Hit by mistake, wrong combination of circumstances.

But when he saw that Song Xingli had other men beside Shi Jin beside him, he felt that he had to say it. This is no longer a matter of remarriage after divorce.

And it wasn't Luo Qing, but another man.

"What did they say?" Song Xingli raised his eyes and asked back.

In fact, Song Xingli was asking the question knowingly, if it weren't for that class reunion, he would not have become like this, if he knew that something that would break him down like this would happen, he would definitely not go.

Sometimes he would rather be a fool and have fun.

"They said that Shi Jin had Bai Yueguang in his heart, and they also said that Bai Yueguang had returned." Xia Yingguang confessed truthfully: "Actually, they are talking about you."

Song Xingli stared blankly at Xia Yingguang: "Huh?"

"Aren't you the white moonlight of Shi Jin, and you came back?"

The author has something to say: oh late update, it’s a bit late for tonight’s meeting