Chapter 18 boy number 32 the man who taught me to dance tango

He's probably twenty years older than me, maybe more. In fact, middle school students are not very good at judging age.There are only two kinds of ages that we can judge: those who are similar to us, and those who are older than us. He is older than us. He looks young, it's just that the things he taught me are ancient. Very old, but very charming. He taught me to dance tango. He looked at me and said, "You are so proud, you should learn to dance tango." He started teaching me to dance tango.The dance moves are weird, narcissistic, unhappy, and murderous. I learned it in no time, so fast that even I surprised myself.

He nodded: "You learn quickly, because that's the kind of person you are." He was right.I never learned to dance another dance. I can't learn all the happy dances.