Bamboo Horse Invasion Guide

Shen Changtang started learning ballet when he was five or six years old.

Performances are always timid and anticipating for children. It was only after Shen Changtang performed for the first time that he began to really enjoy the feeling of touching the light on tiptoe.

It was as if he had seized these few minutes of light, and every day when he practiced sorely in the dance studio became extraordinarily precious.

Shen Changtang let out a long sigh of relief, and Zhou Yiyuan handed over a bottle of unscrewed water.

"Do you want to take a break?"

Shen Changtang shook his head: "Let's go after the last half hour of dancing."

Zhou Yiyuan nodded, and stepped back to wait.

Shen Changtang was not wearing dance clothes today, but was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a simple T-shirt. His back was already wet. He raised his legs gracefully, turned around, and raised his head, like a noble swan. Extra bright in the leaked light.

Zhou Yiyuan was a little dazed.

Shen Changtang's hair has grown a bit longer, thin and soft, and will gently spread out in the air with his movements.Most of the summer has passed with the cries of mung bean popsicle stalls downstairs, the toes stepping on the sunlight that has not yet withdrawn, casting a crowded shadow, only one slender hand, like a fresh spring branch, screaming at the fingertips The power of beauty.

When Zhou Yiyuan was not familiar with him before, he was often shocked by Shen Changtang's performance. The male ballet combines strength and softness very well.

After the practice, Shen Changtang took a towel and wiped the sweat off his chin.

"Go back and take a shower first."

The dance room is not far from home, and Shen Changtang usually goes home to take a shower after dancing practice before going out.

Zhou Yiyuan chose a movie two days ago and planned to watch it with him after dinner.

After Shen Changtang took a shower and came out of the bathroom, Zhou Yiyuan had already held up the hair dryer, ready to dry his hair.

"You don't need to blow it, it's hot outside, it will dry in one go."

"Wipe it too." Saying that, Zhou Yiyuan put down the hair dryer, picked up the towel around his neck, and brushed it on Shen Changtang's head, making the wet hair dry and fluffy.

Suddenly, Shen Changtang's cell phone on the bed rang.

Shen Changtang glanced at the notes after reaching for the phone, then slid away suspiciously: "Ms. Li?"

"Changtang, are you busy?"

"No, what's the matter?" Shen Changtang asked.

"I came back early. I haven't watched you practice for the past few days. Let's practice more tonight." Teacher Li said.

Shen Changtang and Zhou Yiyuan looked at each other, hesitating how to refuse, Zhou Yiyuan put his hand on his shoulder, and made a mouthful: "Go."

Shen Changtang sighed lightly and said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he smiled helplessly: "The bath is for nothing."

"I'll be sweating again later, why don't I blow my hair before I go." Saying this, Zhou Yiyuan helped him plug in the hair dryer, and inserted his fingers into Shen Changtang's half-wet hair, and the buzzing sound lasted for several days Minutes before stopping.The tip of Shen Changtang's nose flushed a little, he raised his head and asked Zhou Yiyuan: "What about the movie?"

"Let's go see it next time." Zhou Yiyuan said.

Shen Changtang squeezed his hands that were warmed by the heat of the hair dryer, and said, "I've already bought the tickets, don't waste them, you can go to Zhuang Cheng or Fu Shi, the three of you can go and see together."

"Then I'll see who is free later." Zhou Yiyuan said.

Zhuang Cheng is doing summer homework at his home, and after finishing a paper, he can find Zhou Yiyuan's correct answer. He and Zhou Yiyuan staggered the papers, so that they can match the answers with the other's completed papers, which is very efficient.

"I still have two more papers to write, and two essays." Zhuang Cheng sighed, "Why are there so many homework this semester?"

"It's not too late to write tomorrow." Zhou Yiyuan said, "I've bought all the tickets, so just go and see."

"Where's Shen Changtang?" Zhuang Cheng asked.

Zhou Yiyuan replied: "He went dancing."

"It's too diligent. It feels like he's training every day during this time."

"I have a lot of free time during the summer vacation, so I should practice more. Are you going?" Zhou Yiyuan asked again.

"What are you going to do?" Sheng Le pushed the door open and asked crisply.

Zhuang Cheng's expression paused, he winked at Zhou Yiyuan, but the other party didn't see it at all, and replied honestly: "Watch a movie."

"What movie? Are you two going?" Sheng Le asked.

Zhou Yiyuan said: "He said he was going to write a test paper, do you want to read it?"

Sheng Le leaned over to watch the movie introduction on Zhou Yiyuan's phone, and said, "How's the evaluation?"

Zhuang Cheng frowned and gritted his teeth. He stepped on Zhou Yiyuan's foot, but the idiot withdrew his foot and was still talking to Sheng Le: "It's okay, I saw a lot of good reviews on the Internet."

"Then let's go and see together." Sheng Le pursed his lips and said, "What time is it? Is there time to go now?"

"It's still early." With that said, Zhou Yiyuan dragged a stool and sat beside Zhuang Cheng, "I'll write the paper for a while."

Sheng Le directly grabbed him and picked him up: "I'm going to go out to play, so why write papers, let's go around there and buy something to eat."

Zhou Yiyuan put down his pen helplessly: "Okay."

It was more than two hours later when Shen Changtang saw Zhuang Cheng's WeChat. He went downstairs to have supper with his dance teacher, and saw Zhuang Cheng's message when he got up to pay the bill.

His body froze, his brows slowly wrinkled.

Before Shen Changtang could go home to take a shower, he met Sheng Le and Zhou Yiyuan who came back together.

Shen Changtang stood downstairs in the community, most of his body was sunk in the darkness, his expression was dim.

"Have you finished dancing?" Zhou Yiyuan obviously didn't expect to run into Shen Changtang, so he quickened his pace and ran in front of him, "Are you hungry? I brought you something to eat."

"I just ate." Shen Changtang said.

"With your teacher?" Zhou Yiyuan asked.

Shen Changtang slowly replied yes, and cast his eyes on Sheng Le who was behind Zhou Yiyuan.

The turbulent line of sight was intertwined and extended infinitely in the quiet night. The hostility that cannot be ignored made Shen Changtang's depression worse. He was like the master of the invaded territory, trying to drive away the enemy with his teeth and claws.

The enemy seems to feel that he is the master.

"What a coincidence, Zhou Yiyuan was talking about you just now, so we just ran into each other." Sheng Le seemed to be in a good mood, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, and he spoke with a raised voice.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Changtang's throat was a little dry, and the night wind was a little chilly. He pushed back the hair on his forehead, revealing all his handsome features, and his eyes were as calm as water, staring straight at Sheng Le.

"Say you dance very well." Sheng Le bumped Zhou Yiyuan with his shoulder, "He really admires you."

Zhou Yiyuan scratched his neck, his eyes fell on Shen Changtang, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

The irritability and sourness were soothed a lot by the gaze he couldn't share with others. Zhou Yiyuan was already insensitive to emotions, so asking him to be keenly aware of his own peach blossoms was simply superficial.

Shen Changtang hooked his lips towards Shengle, and his tone became familiar and eager: "I heard that you can also dance, is it classical dance?"

Sheng Le didn't react to the sudden change in his attitude for a while, so he let out a dumbfounded ah.

"You should invite me to see the next performance." Shen Changtang said.

"Go back first, it's really cold outside." Zhou Yiyuan interrupted their chatting loudly, and took Shen Changtang's shoulders to lead him forward, "Are you sweating again? It's better to go back and take a shower and wash your hair , Don't catch a cold."

Shen Changtang nodded and asked him: "Are you in a hurry to go home? Do you want to go to my house to play for a while?"

Zhou Yiyuan: "No hurry, I'll blow-dry your hair later."

Sheng Le stared at the backs of the two of them leaving side by side, and frowned slightly.

Shen Changtang quickly took a shower and got into bed, and asked Zhou Yiyuan to come to the bedside to dry his hair.

"Is there a good movie tonight?"

Shen Changtang suddenly asked a question, Zhou Yiyuan reacted for a while before answering: "It's okay."

"Where's Sheng Le? Does she like it too?" Shen Changtang asked again.

Zhou Yiyuan: "It seems to be okay, I didn't pay much attention to what she said."

"Sheng Le looks like a pretty little girl, but she also likes to watch this boring sci-fi movie?"

"It's not very sci-fi, it feels like there are a lot of jokes." Zhou Yiyuan paused, "Why do you care so much about her? It's rare to hear you ask so many questions."

After all, apart from a few friends, Shen Changtang is not far or close to anyone. He doesn't like to socialize, and his circle is simple and clean.

Shen Changtang dragged his voice, but did not look at Zhou Yiyuan: "Well, yes, her mother is also from Beiwu, right? She has also learned to dance, and I feel that we have a lot of common topics with her."

Zhou Yiyuan's heart was itchy badly because of the vibrating Adam's apple when he pronounced it, his hand slipped from his hair, and fell down to his neck, and put his palm against his Adam's apple.

Shen Changtang also made a swallowing movement and rolled his Adam's apple lightly, making Zhou Yiyuan's palm itchy.

"No, I'm jealous." Zhou Yiyuan said.

Shen Changtang slightly raised his eyebrows: "How many years have you been good friends with her, and you will meet more often in the future, why are you jealous?"

Zhou Yiyuan was silent for a while, and said: "She will go back in two days, there is nothing to meet."

"After that—"

"We won't allow them in the future." Zhou Yiyuan said.