Chapter 28 Chapter 28: I feel very guilty

"Are you satisfied with this?" "It's a little more progressive." She and I looked at each other, so shy that it only lasted for a moment. Yafen left.This was the first and last conversation I had with her since I joined the dance troupe. Her hollow iron cabinet was opened, the morning wind blew into the classroom, the door flapped with the wind, and the iron cabinet was knocked loudly. I saw the picture of Twyla Sharp she left inside the door. The posters appeared and disappeared, and the beautiful clothes and body seemed to come alive. In the empty classroom, she quietly danced the famous song "Spring in the Valley".

During the lunch break, the cleaners were busy mopping the floor. Everyone was huddled in front of the TV in the classroom holding bento boxes in silence. The screen was interlaced with bloody scenes. It was a plane crash last night. More than two hundred Passengers returning from vacation died in an instant at the same time. The classroom lost its laughing atmosphere during lunch break, and I was in a particularly gloomy mood. I tossed the whole plate of salad left and right, and had no appetite. I wouldn’t mind if Ron came to share lunch at this moment, but judging from last night’s situation, we The two were still in a cold war. Besides, Ron disappeared after signing in in the morning. I don't know where she went to have fun while skipping class.

Professor Zhuo is not in the classroom either. I already know that she will leave at noon three times a week. Secretary Xu is cleaning a bouquet of half-dried white roses in a glass bottle in her office. Secretary Xu threw away the bouquet and began to arrange our snack table.The so-called snacks are just a few plates of fruit-flavored candies and chocolate bars. We can't eat anything that takes up our stomachs while dancing.Secretary Xu announced that starting today, the iced coffee on the dessert counter will be replaced by hot coffee.It also heralds the arrival of autumn. Professor Lin pushed open the curtain door, and the copper wind chimes jingled softly. Everyone saw that he was accompanied by another person, our stage art director, a man who looked very gloomy.

Professor Lin leaned forward to answer our greetings. Today he looks more cordial and lively. He formally introduces our stage art director. It turns out that this person is also surnamed Lin. According to Professor Lin’s introduction, he seems to be a great talent who has never been born. It seems that this person has been waiting for Professor Lin to finish his presentation with a very patient look, and then he startled everyone when he opened his mouth. "My surname is Lin, but I want you to call me Mulpchaslind," he read out a series of pronunciations we can't repeat, and then added, "I shouldn't be here, standing here talking to you, what a waste of my life s life."

Professor Lin's face began to show an uncontrollable smile. "I said a long time ago that I would no longer hold a stage. To tell you the truth, if it weren't for Professor Zhuo's face, I wouldn't waste this kind of time." He added that we were all taken aback by this rudeness. "Professor Zhuo wants me to say a few words to you, well, just to make it easier for both parties, let's not talk nonsense, I'm designing the stage for you, don't talk nonsense, I am 100% trying my best In the movie, I want you to stand on the most handsome stage that you can't even dream of, and give me the most handsome dance, do you understand this?"

The audience was stunned, and no one answered. He paced back and forth on the stage a few times, rubbing his eyebrows nervously, "That's it, my head is empty, my mouth is like a fossil, and my speech is no different from a post, now you tell me, give me a reason Listen, why are you sitting here in class? Fuck? No one speaks? Well, Professor Zhuo protects you too much. Let me tell you the truth. Listen clearly, art is only for geniuses, geniuses, understand Don’t understand? Are you geniuses? Your mothers know it in their own hearts. If they aren’t, then what the hell are you doing? Are you doing it as a foil? As a backdrop for an event?”

I have never seen such a teacher full of obscene words. After everyone exchanged glances, they gradually felt a little interesting, and my temples began to hurt. I think I know this kind of person. I must have read a lot of books. After getting a central concept of peeling off the cocoon in the study, I repeated it consistently, handy and feeling overwhelmed.The man in front of me is about fifty years old, and he looks down on us 100% at this age. Maybe he is a genius, but I just feel that this is a very awkward and unrestrained. "Still no one has spoken? Jesus Christ! Let's change the question. Did you watch a lot of TV yesterday? Have you filled your head with gossip again? Look at the muscles all over your body, do me a favor, think about it some time, you guys How much time do you spend exercising your brain in a day? Or do you settle down automatically when you encounter difficult things?"

Now he asks us to spend only five minutes a day on newspapers and completely avoid TV from now on. His argument is that the highly developed audio-visual environment does not make us more refined, but average, and an artist wants to There is an instinct to resist the average.I agree with him on this.I quietly glanced to the left and right, and from the expressions of the members, most of them have been subdued by this roughness, and continued to listen to his insulting teachings: "...no idea, no quality, dancing so well Fun, at most a group of bird people, the most hated to see this kind of flowers in the greenhouse, have not suffered a little bit, have not suffered a bit of suffering, will only moan without illness if you eat too much, I want you to challenge me, who among you can Object to my statement?"

I looked around again, sighed, and said, "I really feel guilty." "What crime?" "For people like you." This is the first time I have spoken in the class of the dance company. I have always just dealt with attending classes with everyone, but today I feel extremely uncomfortable. "Very good, finally someone is not dumb. Little girl, what are you dissatisfied with? Eat, drink and have fun all day long, and can't listen to a harsh word?" Yes, I just can't hear the pejorative, the silence of my younger peers.I said, "It's not our fault that we eat all day long, at least I don't think so, and it's not our fault that we live in such an era of pleasure. Maybe you disagree, but living this kind of life is not only hard but also patient."

"You think life is too peaceful?" "No, serenity is very good, but I don't want to beautify this serenity. We live well enough, so the price is high enough. Since you are going to talk about art, you must also know that the Renaissance happened in the poorest era , Romanticism happened in the most turbulent era, what happened to Switzerland for hundreds of years? Chocolate and cuckoo clocks."