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Jiang Ruo had a dream.

He dreamed of the picture scroll of memory hidden in the depths of his mind, stretching out in front of his eyes, like a prelude, and the stories inside came one after another.

First there is a blurry image, a pair of white dancing shoes in the window, a child's hand touching it through the glass, yearning silently.

Then came the empty practice room, learning to open shoulders, press legs, lower the waist, and sometimes fall, with a bang, followed by hissing gasps, and belatedly smirking.

Then on the road, at school, there was a lot of criticism, so many mocking or puzzled eyes.A mother-like woman, crying and persuading him to give up ballet, even if he dances folk dances, at least he doesn't need to wear tights, at least he is not so "mother".

Later, when the woman remarried, the bearded stepfather always looked at him strangely. He was afraid, so he asked the woman for help, and all he got was "bear it, we still need him to support us".

After that, everything seemed to be doubled, and the subconscious escape made him unwilling to think about it even in his dreams.

Only bits and pieces, I saw some dirty things, rags, blood, drugs, and hands reaching out to him, but not to help him, but to drag him into the abyss.

He opened his eyes suddenly, it was still dark outside.Jiang Ruo didn't sit up immediately, but stared at the ceiling, and slowly took a breath.

So be careful, you will still be found.

A slightly cold hand rested on his forehead, and Jiang Ruo shivered reflexively. Fortunately, the hand was quickly withdrawn, and the person beside the bed also walked away.

Jiang Ruo checked the temperature himself, so he probably didn't have a fever.

After a while, the man went back and forth, and there was a "click", and the water glass was placed on the bedside.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Jiang Ruo sighed in his heart, sat up straight with his arms propped up, and said, "I'm fine, I haven't danced that dance for a long time, and I can't keep up physically."

Xi Yufeng didn't speak, he didn't know if he listened or not.

Jiang Ruo was so tired that he no longer cared about what the benefactor thought.He got out of bed, walked to the sofa in the living room, picked up the script on the floor, and was about to return to the guest room.

He suddenly remembered that it was Xi Yufeng who carried him to the bed in the master bedroom just now. He was not in a good condition at the time, and he might have wiped his tears and nose on Xi Yufeng's pillow.

Jiang Ruo had to stop, turned around and was about to speak when Xi Yufeng picked up the laptop on the table.

Jiang Ruo almost pounced on him again.

But this time Xi Yufeng didn't intend to open it, but held it up to signal: "It's a video made by the propaganda department, and we plan to launch a wave of promotion next month."

Jiang Ruo was stunned for a moment, and when he realized that Xi Yufeng was just reviewing materials for publicity, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

Even so, Jiang Ruo still remembered the most important thing: "Can I not use that video?" He didn't ask where the video came from, but only asked, "If it is possible, can I not use it?"

The reason cannot be told at the moment, and even if he wanted to talk about Xi Yufeng, he would not be interested in listening.Therefore, Jiang Ruo made this request in a questioning tone, and did not expect the other party to accept it immediately.

Unexpectedly, not long after the words fell, Xi Yufeng answered.

He also didn't explain the reason, just simply said: "That's not necessary."

The hot and scorching hot weather is not only unbearable for humans, but also for plants.

On the first day of the holiday, Jiang Ruo got up early and moved the pots of flowers and plants placed on the balcony into the house.

After Xi Yufeng came out of the wash, watching Jiang Ruo rushing in and out, it was difficult to connect the person in front of him with the person who collapsed to the ground after dancing last night.

Breakfast is still sandwiches.Jiang Ruo detested the food he made by himself, so he put it down after taking two bites, and drank slowly with the milk cup in his hand.

When he was about to finish drinking, he heard Xi Yufeng ask "Are you busy today?" Jiang Ruo paused, not quite sure: "Ask me?"

Xi Yufeng: "Yes."

"Not busy, three days off." Jiang Ruo looked at the balcony while talking, "It's so hot outside, so I can only sleep at home."

Xi Yufeng nodded and said nothing.

The "home" in Jiang Ruo's mouth refers to the rental house.

For the remaining two and a half days of vacation, he plans to go back and stay, first to take care of the plants over there, and second, to study the script and figure out the characters.After the costume drama was filmed, I joined the film crew immediately. Although there were not many roles, it was the first time I was on the big screen, so I couldn't be careless.

He really couldn't calm down here, and Xi Yufeng was so busy that he probably didn't have time to talk to him, so Jiang Ruo picked up his backpack and planned to leave quietly.

While changing shoes, the study door opened from the inside.

Looking at Jiang Ruo standing at the door, Xi Yufeng asked, "Where are you going?"

"The rental house, the flowers and plants over there may not be able to hold on."

Jiang Ruo said, putting on the mask hanging on one ear.There was a distance from here to the bus stop, and he didn't want to return to the set in two days' time as a lump of charcoal.

Thinking about finding a supermarket to buy a hat on the way, Jiang Ruo put his hand on the doorknob, and heard Xi Yufeng behind him say, "Wait a minute, I'll take you there."

It was still the commercial vehicle, but it was driven by Xi Yufeng himself.

Jiang Ruo habitually climbed into the back seat, but suddenly realized something as soon as he sat down, and hurriedly got out of the car and changed to the passenger seat.

When Xi Yufeng started the car, he glanced at him: "Don't sleep for a while?"

He was full of sleep and only slept for four hours last night. If Jiang heard the word "sleep", he would reflexively yawn.

Holding back, Jiang Ruo was very glad that he was wearing a mask at the moment: "No, I'm not sleepy."

But the mask can cover the gaping mouth, but cannot cover the red eyes.Jiang Ruo didn't know that his appearance at the moment fell into Xi Yufeng's eyes, as if he was about to cry again.

I only found that Xi Yufeng stared at him for a long time, as if confirming something.

Jiang Ruo was terrified by him, and tentatively asked, "Why don't I drive, and you go to the back seat for a while?"

Only then did Xi Yufeng turn his gaze away, stepped on the gas pedal, and then answered the irrelevant question: "Do you know how to drive?"

"Yes, I got my driver's license in freshman year. I also acted as a driver."

What he said was just to let Xi Yufeng know that he has had a driver's license for some time, and he is an old driver with four years of driving experience.

I don't know how Xi Yufeng understood it, but after listening to it, he commented: "That's amazing."

Jiang Ruo, who is very powerful, got off the car at the narrow alley in front of the community, walked two steps forward, and heard footsteps behind him, Xi Yufeng, who praised him for being very powerful, also got off the car.

"I can go up by myself." Jiang Ruo waved at him, "Go back."

Xi Yufeng still stepped forward: "Aren't you not busy?"

Jiang Ruo: "Huh?"

"There are two tickets for the musical, for the afternoon show."

"...What drama?"

Xi Yufeng called up the electronic ticket from his mobile phone and handed it over.

Seeing the words "Youth Theater Troupe" at the bottom at a glance, Jiang Ruoxin said that it was fate: "The employee benefits of your company?"

Xi Yufeng nodded expressionlessly.

"Free?"

"Ah."

"Then let's go." Jiang Ruo looked up at the sky, completely forgetting the plan before coming, "There's nothing to do anyway."

There is no elevator in the old community, so Jiang Ruo didn't ask Xi Yufeng to follow him up, and climbed up to the sixth floor by himself in two steps.I watered the flowers on the balcony, then moved into the house, and within a quarter of an hour, I came down.

Lunch was settled outside, and I went to a Cantonese-style tea restaurant.

I don't know if he was thinking too much, but Jiang Ruo found that most of the dishes on the table were meat dishes, and the rest were meat buns... No, it should be called barbecued pork buns.

There are also sweet barbecued pork buns, which are soft but not mushy, sweet but not greasy. Jiang Ruo likes them very much, so he ate three of them in one sitting.

Sitting in the theater in the afternoon and still hiccupping, Jiang Ruo worriedly opened a weight loss app, entered the food she ate one by one, and counted calories.

There are still about ten minutes before the opening, people are constantly entering the arena, and the surroundings are noisy.

Jiang Ruo's ears could accurately capture Xi Yufeng's voice.

"So strict?" Xi Yufeng asked.

There is nothing to shy away from this kind of thing, Jiang Ruo said: "When I was in school, it was more strict, and I had to go to the scale every day. Once I weighed two taels, I was punished by the teacher to run [-] laps on the playground."

As if he felt that the punishment was too much, Xi Yufeng frowned: "Now that you are an actor, no one will punish you for running."

"Actors need to be more self-conscious." Jiang Ruo squeezed her face through the mask, "What the audience wants to see is the spirit of immortality, not steamed buns."

Xi Yufeng laughed.

There is nothing wrong with the song and dance drama itself, the original script has a complete structure, the music is beautiful, and the persuasion is also very hard. In contrast, the actors' performance is not too slow.

After the whole show, Jiang Ruo's attention was almost all on the dancing. After the show, compared with the rest of the audience, he was a little less interested.

Because he saw the male dancer make several mistakes, two times it was obviously not because of lack of physical strength, but because of lack of proficiency.

In other words - less practice, this is a big taboo in the dance industry, 1 minute on stage and [-] years of practice off stage is not just casual talk.

If he jumped, these problems would certainly not arise.

On the way back, there was soothing pure music playing in the car. Jiang Ruo leaned her head against the car window, looking at the rapidly receding city night scene outside, and suddenly said, "That dance is called "No Name."

Without saying which dance it was, Xi Yufeng let out a "huh" as if he knew it.

"I choreographed the dance myself." Jiang Ruo continued, "The reason why it is called "No Name" is because it has no fixed dance method and is not subject to any restrictions. It can take many forms."

Dance is a kind of body language, and language is a kind of expression. As an expression, it is inseparable from the change of emotions.

"I got into dance academy on it, and it was colored that day. Then it was blue, red, and occasionally gray. And then it got smudged and out of color, and I just... didn't want to dance it. , and I don’t want others to see its beautiful appearance, afraid of being compared, and even more afraid of being questioned.”

Question why he gave up, and why he forgot his original intention.

But Jiang Ruo didn't say it.He felt that this was enough, he didn't need understanding and pity, he just wanted to tell Xi Yufeng, I'm not angry, and I don't blame you.

Even if the other party didn't mean to apologize, but just suddenly wanted to treat him better.

Jiang Ruo guessed that Xi Yufeng should have understood, even though he had been listening quietly since that sound and never made a sound.

The one that returned was naturally the large flat floor.

Taking a deep breath after entering the room, Jiang Ruo felt a sense of relief that the matter had finally been resolved.

On a sweltering summer night, it's time to jump into the swimming pool and swim a few laps without thinking about anything.

He did what he thought, Jiang Ruo threw his backpack on the ground, jumped forward into the water, and there was a happy swimming fish in the world.

He held his breath for more than 20 seconds, and when he jumped out of the water, he was not far from the shore. Jiang Ruo saw Xi Yufeng sitting on the recliner, with a glass of wine instead of a cigarette in hand.

Jiang Ruo once saw such a cup when filming. It has a thick bottom and a wide mouth. It seems to be called a classical cup. It is usually used to drink whiskey with ice cubes.

Jiang Ruo, a lover of ice water, licked his lips and raised his voice to ask, "Is it good?"

Xi Yufeng didn't answer, but got up, walked to the shore, and squatted down.

Jiang Ruo, who was leaning on the bank, lifted his neck cooperatively, letting the mouth of the glass stick up, and the cold liquid slipped from the tip of his tongue into his throat.

The initial smooth taste was replaced by the spiciness that rushed to his forehead, and Jiang Ruo's eyes even turned black for a moment.

He heard the people on the bank laughing softly and asked him, "Is it good?"

Jiang Ruo put one hand on the bank, covered her mouth with the other, and laughed while coughing.

He was drenched from head to toe, with water in his eyes, he looked up at Xi Yufeng: "It's delicious, because... it's your taste."

Jiang Ruocai felt dizzy when he was fished out of the water and thrown on the bed.

But I don't hate this feeling. People always have to experience a few strong drinks, and once they wake up, they will no longer know about the fall.

He lay on Xi Yufeng's shoulders, and with his hands out of sight, he unbuttoned his shirt for Xi Yufeng.

His movements were not fast, and his tone was stupefied and slow: "Actually, at the age of 22, I am not worse than 17 years old..."

It's hard to tell whether it's mindfulness or something else, but Jiang Ruo has the determination to refute Xi Yufeng's words yesterday.

And these words stimulated the other party somehow, Jiang Ruo only felt the hands around his waist tightened, and then his face was lifted, and the kiss fell immediately, mixed with smoke and alcohol, and a coldness that made it difficult to stay awake. cold breath.

Suddenly, he wanted to know what Xi Yufeng was thinking when he watched him dance, even if it was out of bounds and superfluous curiosity.

This time, Xi Yufeng satisfied him.

The thumb brushed the corner of the eye that had been crying, and then went down to caress the slightly red and swollen lips.They stared at each other in the dark.

Corresponding to Jiang Ruo's "beautiful appearance", Xi Yufeng's voice was deep but firm: "It's a lot worse."

"Now, even more beautiful."