Chapter 5 Chapter 5: I was mad because of you yesterday

"You're finally here. The professor was mad because of you yesterday. She said she wanted to skin Teacher Pan." Ron En asked for my resume and flipped through it absent-mindedly. This is a rather elegant girl, with a surprisingly slender body frame and a very small face. Her facial features, which are lightly applied with makeup, exude a youthful and firm vitality, and there is a delicate color between her brows. Her interest is obviously higher than mine, especially those letters of recommendation aroused her curiosity, now she took out one and read it carefully. I could only continue to look at the classroom, the boy completed a series of compact floor movements.

"The boy with the upper body bare, is he the one who dances the angel in blue?" I asked Ron. Ron En finally looked at me with a surprised look, "No, no, he's just a trainee. His name is Long Zai." "The lead role hasn't been chosen yet, so I don't know who will be the angel in blue," she said again. I was very confused for a moment, Long Zai's skill is just a trainee. Regarding Professor Zhuo's dance, I have some preliminary understanding from the reports. I know that the core of the dance will be an indistinguishable character, the angel in blue. I have long thought that it should be an appearance Just a dancer who is not as elegant as the world, right?Could it be my type?Seeing Long Zai dancing so aggressively, my mood became complicated.

Someone in the classroom yelled to stop, the dancers all stopped, only Long Zai danced by himself for a moment, I thought it was a real intoxication, he stopped suddenly, as if he woke up with a start.The dancers filed past me and headed for the hallway on the other side of the classroom.Long Zai was left alone, he looked around showing some hesitation, finally Long Zai sat down on the floor, bent his knees and hugged his legs like a fetus, rested for a long time, then suddenly stood up, and looked at me and Rong En come over here. Long Zai's stride has a strong sense of rhythm, and I can see the sweat dripping from his whole body. He is staring at the floor in front of him with a heavy heart, and his bare chest heaves gently.

"Good dance!" I said sincerely when Long Zai walked up to me. But he just passed me by, silently dismissing my compliments, without replying a word, without giving a glance, without revealing any hesitation, as if I was just a plant by the window sill bonsai.Such an arrogant person. "He can't hear you, you need to write it." Ron En was flipping through my resume, she said casually. Seeing that I didn't react, Ron shrugged, "Otherwise, why do you think we would call him Dragon Boy?" That's what it means to be deaf.Long Zai's figure had disappeared at the end of the corridor. I heard the sound of flushing water coming from that side, and I thought it was a shower room.To this day, I can still clearly outline the sound of water flowing, dripping like rain, getting louder and louder, and the echo gradually becomes smaller and larger, surging into a waterfall, surging on the eardrum, living with water all my life, at that time It was the first time I really heard the sharp sound of water.

"It's good that you're here, and you should be able to catch up. You've been practicing basic dance steps for half a month." Ron En returned the resume to me, and before she left, she said, "Your part is danced by Long Zai for you." of." She said it as if I had already decided to admit her. When she said this, her face was full of tenderness. It was completely dark, and I was still sitting alone on the window sill, and several dancers who had changed back to their casual clothes passed in front of me again. Long Zai came out last, and he turned off the lights at the edge of the corridor, this time he noticed me.Completely out of Kuhou's boredom, I waved at him.

After taking a shower, Long Zai is wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, very ordinary boys’ attire. He is carrying a schoolbag for middle school students. I saw a legal pad hanging on his neck with a plastic rope. And a ballpoint pen, and the plastic strings are all very old. My self-created sign language dazzled Long Zai, so he grinned, and he also sat down in front of the window sill, keeping a blunt distance from me. With such a distance, I could still receive the uncollectible radiated from him. He is full of energy, his bright eyelashes remind me of a quiet nocturnal animal, watching you and hoping not to be seen by you, his fluent temperament when dancing has disappeared at this moment, a pair of long hands and long legs do not know As if how to put it aside, it turned into excessive and unnecessary subtle movements, which was a strong curiosity and anxiety.On his notepad, I explained that today I came for an interview, to compete for a job in the dance troupe.

"You can call me Ah Fang." As soon as I stopped writing, I realized that this sentence was very inappropriate and extremely reckless. How could he call me that? "A-Fang." Long Zai took it seriously, and he made a special gesture. Ah is a five-petaled flower blooming, and Fang is a soft wave in front of the nose. He did not expect my humble name to be in front of him. The fingertips can come out so gracefully, and his lips are also in the correct shape, but there is no sound. It took me a long time to realize that in the world of sign language, Chinese is not always a word-for-word translation. As for names, most of them are free translations.

"You dance very well," I wrote.thanks.He said in sign language, which I can understand. "How long have you been dancing?" He competed for two years.As far as I can see, Long Zai is in his early twenties. "You didn't lie to me, did you?" I continued to write, "I saw you practicing dancing just now, and thought you practiced since childhood. How come you can dance so well?" In the tone of the senior, I felt a little guilty. Long Zai tilted his head and watched me write carefully. As soon as I stopped, he took the pen and paper. Both of us carefully avoided skin contact.

"I just," he wrote, "suffer for one more second when I can't take it anymore." I took the paper back and looked at this sentence for a long time. Such a young child can exert such vigorous strength. He is fast but unambiguous. Every stroke is clearly displayed, hooked with character, deeply stroked, and written more boldly. If the font can be exchanged for Voice, this should be a frighteningly loud voice, right?I was fascinated by this row of handwriting. There was movement in the office, and I was immediately called in to meet Professor Zhuo again. After receiving the resume, Professor Zhuo frowned and looked at my face.