Chapter 2 Giselle

Dan Bing whirled lightly on the stage, dancing lonely and sadly. Under the faint blue shadow chasing lamp, she dressed in feather clothes was as soft as boneless, as light as flying snow, and she seemed to be in a trance.People can't figure out, is this a person, or a shadow, or, is it really a swan? The melancholy melody of the cello flowed in the hall like water, flowing through the hearts of every dancer.Light, soft, lingering, hurt, like a river, while it flows freely, it picks up the listener's broken heart by the tune, washes it in the clear river water, and returns it to the cavity .

So the hearts of those who listened were empty, and only the sound of Apollo's piano was left. Standing behind the scenes, the old group leader rubbed his hands excitedly, saying over and over again: "Qu Feng, you played really well tonight, amazing!" The deputy head also smiled: "If it weren't for his unique skills, just because of his temper, ten genres would have been fired." They all cast their eyes on Dan Bing again: "Dan Bing is really good, I didn't hurt her for nothing." "Well, it is a good seedling, unlimited." "Unlimited."

Dan Bing on the stage stands on one leg, the other leg is bent, the toes are slightly touching the ground, the head is lowered to the shoulder side, the arms are connected, the wrist is broken, and the movements of bending the wings are repeated softly, terrified and elegant, completely The appearance of a bird.She opened her arms slowly, took a deep breath, and suddenly trembled slightly, as if touching the wound, and shaking off the lake water on her body. The style of music is played with passion, and from time to time, I raise my head to look at the dancing Dan Bing with concern, which is different from the past.In this western music and dance, what he appreciates is the artistic conception of an ancient Chinese poem:

When the moon is missing, hang Shutong, and when the moon is missing, people are still at the beginning. Who sees a lonely person coming and going alone, a lonely shadow. Startled but turned around, there is no one to forgive. Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live, the lonely sandbar is cold. Dan Bing's frightened and flying movements are more like a wounded swan hovering alone under the starry sky.Who can see that it is this injured swan who just rescued him from the "disaster"? As the headlights fell, he thought for a moment of death.But the messenger of death was received by Dan Bing for him.He escaped somehow, but Dan Bing was unscathed.

Everyone was amazed by this incredible scene. The head and deputy head hugged each other and shouted happily: "God help me, God help me too!" Such a heavy lamp was smashed so squarely that even a burly man was injured, not to mention the delicate and delicate Danbing?However, she was only slightly dizzy, and soon woke up, intact. If it weren't for the fragments of the lamp still scattered all over the place, you would hardly believe that the scene just now actually happened in real life.I can't help wondering: Did the light hit Ruan Danbing? Did the light hit Ruan Dan Bing?

Did the hunter hit the swan? The music was rushing, Ruan Danbing made a big jump, another big jump, slow arabespues followed by countless fouettes, she began to spin, faster and faster, the whole person was spinning like a top, shaking people's hearts for a while. Tighten, tighten, the arrow is on the string, and the bowstring will break. The death of the swan.What is expressed is life.will to live.desire to live.pursuit of life. It was the last struggle of a shot swan, the strongest desire for life bursting out at the dying moment, and the unyielding dance of life. In the sound of the piano, Dan Bing is completely integrated with this dance. The swan is her, and she is the swan. The dying swan who was shot will dance with all his strength and complete the final dance with his life. Struggling and the highest pursuit.

Just now, when she was stunned by the headlights, she saw swans slowly flying in the sky.That's her, she thought, she's the swan, she hasn't had time to fly yet. There has never been a moment like this moment to cherish life and the right to live.Twelve years of hard work, such hard training, and the opportunity won through careful deployment cannot be lost tonight. In the depths of my memory, a voice seemed to be saying to myself: "Stop dancing so much, Giselle. Dancing will make your heart burst and you die. Those who die early will become unfortunate ghosts - Willis , dancing on graves at night, seducing passers-by to that deadly round dance."

It's my mother's voice. Is it Giselle's mother, or Ruan Danbing's? Dan Bing has never seen her mother.As early as when she was three years old, her mother had passed away due to illness, and she grew up with her grandma. In her lonely childhood, her only game was dancing.Facing the mirror, over and over again, tirelessly.Her dancing was the only noise in the empty room. Grandma is not old, and she is not like the usual "grandma" image in people's impressions. She is only a little over fifty years old this year. She knows how to dress up, has first-class taste, and has a little money on hand. It has a small garden and a three-storey villa.

Half of these are left by my grandfather, and the other half are provided by my father. Dad is in the United States, and he sends a lot of money to grandma every year.dollars.It will be even more if it is converted into RMB. Dan Bing has never been short of money since she was a child. What she lacks is love and tenderness. All her love is for dancing. After encountering Qu Feng, I gave it to Qu Feng. There is her soul in the music style of the zither, and her whole heart is taken away by his zither.Eternal life cannot be released. When she was six years old, Dan Bing followed her grandma to watch a ballet - "Giselle".

She has been fascinated by ballet ever since.She knew that the dances she danced were not called dances, but Giselle dances with soul. Giselle is a ghost, a dancing ghost. She seized Dan Bing's heart like a dream, and since then she can never leave the dance. Grandma sent her to the Children's Palace to learn how to dress up as a swan, and later entered the theater. She was still the same swan. Swans have an indissoluble bond with ballet. Whenever she puts on a feather robe, she becomes enchanted. All dancers are somewhat crazy.Giselle also went berserk before she died. Giselle said to the prince: "You lied to me, you are not a prince, you are my Albert, give me back Albert!"

The prince couldn't return her, so she went mad and died of frustration. After death, join Willis. Giselle is a ghost.Willis is a kind of ghost.Dancing ghost. "In their dead hearts, in their dead legs, still burns a passion for dance that was never fully released in life." Dan Bing's legs and feet were also burning with that kind of passion.They protrude from her toes, touching the cold and hard last of her dancing shoes, soft and painful. Played the role of a swan from the age of six for twelve years. Growing up day by day, from chrysalis to moth, from ugly duckling to white swan, tonight is the first time I have the opportunity to dance solo on stage.An opportunity not to be missed. She opened her eyes, sober and bright, and said, "It's okay, I still want to fly." She still has to fly. She has to brace herself for tonight's solo flight. When she opened her eyes, she saw Qu Feng kneeling beside her, his hand holding hers, it was so nice. When the crowd dispersed, Qu Feng still held her hand and asked with a smile: "You are my savior, how can I repay you?" She looked into his eyes and into the depths of his soul: "Promise to be my boyfriend." "Oh, promise with your body?" He smiled evilly, "Okay, I'll let you be one of my girlfriends." Her blood congealed in an instant.It's a jerk!she thinks.But she couldn't help loving the bastard. She loves him and wants him to love her.It wasn't the kind of love he was used to, the kind of fraternity or excessive love; it was the kind of love she pursued, dedicated and passionate, unswerving until death. If she can't get it, she has only two choices: either keep silent and keep him from knowing for eternity; or, die! Before that, she had always chosen the former, never saying anything to him, no matter whether she accepted or rejected, it was as if nothing had happened; it was not that she didn't know his ruthlessness and debauchery, but she had always challenged the windmill with the same enthusiasm as Don Quixote. To defend your love, firmly believe that every heart has a soft side, and you will be moved in the end.She silently guards the girl's first and final love, paying attention every minute and every second, dedicating bit by bit, hoping that one day he will finally pay attention to her, fall in love with her, and fall in love with her. But now, she can't wait for that day, she can only speak clearly in front of him, peel off the cloak of pride in front of him, let him know her heart clearly, she has given up the protection of silence, Once rejected, there is only one option left... He was still asking nonsense: "What? Is it okay—to be one of my girlfriends?" She stood up suddenly, slammed the door, turned and left resolutely. Qu Feng played his cello attentively. He had never played the piano so hard.He loves music and regards it as his second life, and he does his best in every performance.However, it was not until tonight that he really felt that his piano sound was alive, flowing, pouring out, venting, flowing out of the frosty sky and white night, the cold moon’s brilliance, the sky full of reed flowers like flying snow, and a little bit of Sha Tingruo. cold star. He watched Ruan Danbing in the sound of the piano.Just now, when she said that she wanted him to be her boyfriend, her eyes were shining brightly, but it was not longing, but alert and sad.It was as if she already knew the answer before he could answer.When he finally said the answer she was afraid to hear, the light in her eyes was extinguished, her delicate face was tense and her expression was cold.She uses this kind of cold to protect herself, but she doesn't know that the first ice is the most fragile. She slammed the door and walked out so resolutely.It made him shiver suddenly.He thought of her little hand that was held in his hand just now, it was cold and fragrant, without any warmth.He somewhat regretted his frivolous answer when facing the girl's request just now, "one of the girlfriends", to him, it was an expedient measure, and he could advance or retreat; to her, it might be a huge humiliation that was more uncomfortable than rejection, because Defiled her pure feelings. He knew that he might have hurt her just now.However, such an answer is already trying to minimize the damage.Fortunately, for such a little girl, it is easy to love and forget, so it is not necessarily a bad thing to be hurt a little, right? In all fairness, it's not that he doesn't like her. Her youth, sensitivity, wildness, willfulness, and brilliance are all temptations for him. Dangerous warning too - she's not a girl to play with. He loved their moments alone, but only when they played the piano.When he plays the piano or the cello and she dances, he feels that life is full, joyful, beautiful and rich. However, once the song ends, people will disperse, otherwise it will be unbearable to face. The love between the dancer and the luthier is always looking at each other but not seeing each other. Stop on stage. Danbing on the stage is spinning, endlessly spinning, as if wearing the legendary red dancing shoes.This is also the most basic skill for ballerinas to test their foot strength. When spinning, the toes should not leave the spot by half an inch, just like a needle nailed to a compass. When she spun to an impossibly fast speed, her toes alternated rapidly, she slowed down, and kept taking small steps to soar into the air again and again, each time slower, but each time higher, infinitely sad and nostalgic, feathers quivering, Ruo Wan Yu Qianyan didn't know where to start, she raised her head for the last time, gazed, her lips were about to part, and her eyes were slightly closed, and she was about to make a last sprint, all the way to the sky... The music stopped abruptly, The swan suddenly fell to the ground. Deathly silence. Everyone in the audience couldn't help but lean forward slightly, as if shaken. Under the blue shadow chasing lights, amidst the indistinct music, and under the gaze of thousands of eyes in the audience, the swan folded its arms and kept making beautiful and mournful wrist folding movements one after another, and then , turned around suddenly, his eyes froze, and in the blink of an eye, that glance with all his efforts was actually sad and beautiful. Qu Feng was startled, and a lingering sound lingered on the roof beams, which lasted for a long time. And the swan has withdrawn its eyes sadly, folded its arms, and slowly made the last closing movement, lying down in one body, refusing to raise its head again. The curtain fell slowly, and the audience couldn't help standing up and applauding. No one saw, a tear slipped quietly from the corner of Dan Bing's eye. Cold, lonely as the death of a swan. She never got up again. In the whirling dance, she has already been exhausted, her heart has been broken, and her soul has flown. In fact, her heart was broken as early as when the headlight hit her.It's just that she has a strong wish unfulfilled.Just like the swan who was shot, when he was dying, he radiated the most ardent desire for life, and vowed to do his best to complete the unfinished part of life: One is to confess her love; the other is to finish the dance. She did it all, and then calmly chose to die. In the dance and the sound of the piano, she died poignantly. Or, reborn, turned into a swan. The audience in the audience was blocked behind the curtain and didn't know why.But the people behind the scenes saw it.Qu Feng was the first to realize that something was wrong, and by the time he rushed to the stage, it was already too late. Dan Bing lay there, neither speaking nor moving, as if he had lost his will to live, and he no longer wanted to look at this ruthless world. Cries for help, screams, shouts, and cries suddenly rang out.The head of the group hissed: "Call 120, call an ambulance, hurry, hurry!" And the applause continued.Amidst the applause, the audience suddenly clamored loudly, shouting one sentence: "Swan! Swan!" Is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou? Did the ice melt into a swan, or did the swan fly into the ice? At the moment when the curtain was slowly drawn up, a swan flew out of Dan Bing's body, quietly flew out of the dance hall amidst the eyes of the crowd and the noise. The death of the swan. However, when Dan Bing fell to the ground, the swan was alive. Dan Bing, who danced with all her life, turned into a swan at the end of the song.