Chapter 65 dancing dwarf

A villain came out of my dream and asked me if I could dance. I know full well this is a dream.But I was just as tired in the dream as I was in reality.So I politely declined: I'm sorry, I'm very tired and I'm afraid I won't be able to dance.The villain was not unhappy because of this, and danced alone. The little man puts the jukebox on the ground and dances to the record.Records were strewn all over the turntable.I picked up a few of them to look at.There are all kinds of music, as if you just picked it up with your eyes closed.And the content of the record is almost the same as the jacket.It turned out that the record guy who had let it go for a while didn't put it back into the jacket, and just left it alone, so that in the end, he couldn't figure out which record was inserted into which jacket, so he just inserted it randomly.So the Green Miller Symphony Orchestra jacket was inserted into the Rolling Stones record, and the Ravel Daphnis and Chloé jacket into the Mitch Miller record.

But the villain seemed indifferent to the chaos.At the end of the day, as long as it's music and you can dance to it, it's all there is to the villain.At this moment, the villain is dancing to the "Chuck and the Birds" record that was originally contained in the "Guitar Songs" jacket.He integrated Parker's strong and fast music rhythm with his body, dancing like a gust of wind, and I watched the villain's dance while eating grapes. The villain sweated a lot during the dance.When he shook his head, the sweat splashed on his face; when he waved his hand, sweat fell from his fingertips.But the villain kept on dancing.When the record was finished, I put the grape bowl on the ground and put a new record on it.The villain danced again.

"You dance so well," I greeted, "it's almost the music itself." "Thank you." The villain said reservedly. "Can't you dance like that often?" I asked. "That's right." The little man said. Afterwards, the villain flew around on tiptoe.Fluffy and soft hair flows with it.I applaud.I have never seen such a wonderful dance.The villain bowed his head politely, and the music ended immediately.The villain stopped and wiped his sweat with the towel.I saw that the stylus was still beating in the same place, so I lifted the stylus to turn off the machine, and put the record into the corresponding sheath.

"It's a long story." The villain glanced at my face, "You probably don't have much time, do you?" Grabbing the grapes in my hand, I don't know how to answer.There is more than enough time, but if I were asked to listen to a villain talking about his life experience, it would be boring, let alone a dream after all.Dreams can't be done for too long, they may disappear at any time. "From the Northland." The villain started talking without waiting for my answer, and snapped his fingers, "There is no one in the Northland who doesn't dance, no one knows how to dance, and no one knows that there is such a thing as dancing. But I want to jump, I want to kick my legs and lift my arms and shake my head and spin like I just did."

The villain then kicks, raises his arms, shakes his head, and spins.Looking carefully, kicking legs, raising arms, swinging head and rotating, actually erupted from the body like a ball of light.Although it is not difficult to perform one movement at a time, it is unbelievably graceful to perform four movements at the same time. "I just wanted to dance like this, that's why I came to the south. I came to the south and became a dancer, dancing in bars. My dance was well received and I danced in front of the emperor. Ah, of course it was before the revolution. The revolution happened Then, as you know, the emperor died, and I was driven out of the city and began to live in the forest."

The villain went to the center of the square to dance again, and I put on the record.Old Frank Sinatra records.The villain sings and dances to "Night and Day" as Sinatra sings.I imagine the villain dancing in front of the emperor's throne.Magnificent chandeliers and charming maids, rare fruits and spears of the imperial army, bloated eunuchs, young emperors wearing gem-encrusted dragon robes, villains dancing with one heart and one mind... In this way, imagine the time, It was as if the gunfire of the revolution was about to be heard in the distance.The villain kept dancing, I kept eating grapes, the sun was setting, the shadows of the forest covered the ground, and a giant black butterfly the size of a bird passed through the ancient square and disappeared into the depths of the forest.The air is cool.I think it's time for me to leave.

"I almost have to go," I said to the little man. The villain stopped dancing and nodded silently. "Thank you for the dance performance, I had a great time watching it," I said. "Nothing." The little man said. "Maybe we won't see each other again, take care!" I said. "Where." The villain shook his head. "Why?" I asked. "Because I will come here again on the first day of the year. Come here and live in the forest, and dance with me day after day. Then you will dance very beautifully." The villain snapped his fingers.

"Why should I come here to dance with you?" I asked in amazement. "Destined." The little man said, "No one can change this. So, you and I will meet again sooner or later." Saying that, the little man raised his face and looked at me.The night has already dyed the villain's body blue like water. "Goodbye!" After saying that, the villain transferred the quilt to me, and danced again by myself. When I woke up, I was alone, lying on the bed, dripping with sweat.Birds can be seen outside the window.But not like usual birds. I wash my face, shave, bake bread, and make coffee.Then feed the cat, change the sand in the toilet, put on a tie, put on shoes, and take the bus to the factory.I make elephants in a factory.

Needless to say, elephants are not so easy to do.The object is huge and has a complex structure, which is different from making hairpins and colored pencils.The factory covers a large area and is divided into several buildings.One building is already quite impressive, and it is painted in different colors according to the workshop.This month I was assigned to the elephant ear workshop, so I worked in the workshop with the yellow ceiling and yellow pillars.Hard hats and pants are also yellow.Here I am working hard on elephant ears.Last month, I was wearing a green helmet and green pants in a green factory to make an elephant head.We all change workshops month to month like gypsies.This is the arrangement of the factory.Because in this way you can grasp what the whole elephant is.It is not allowed to be only ears or only toes for a lifetime.People with good brains arrange the rotation schedule, and we take turns according to the schedule.

Making an elephant head is a very labor-intensive process, and the work is very detailed. After a day, I am so tired that I don’t even bother to open my mouth.I lost as much as 3 kg in weight within a month.Still, it's really possible to have a sense of what you're doing.In contrast, elephant ears and the like are really easy.Make a thin thing and draw wrinkles on it to complete one piece.So we all say that going to the elephant ear workshop is "ear vacation".After the one-month ear leave, I will be assigned to the elephant trunk workshop.Making an elephant trunk is also a very careful job.Because if the nose cannot be wagged and the nostrils are not pierced up and down, the resulting elephant will sometimes be violent.I was very nervous when doing the nose.

One thing to emphasize: we don't do elephants out of nothing.To be precise, we complement the truth with the false.That is to say, we caught an elephant and used a saw to saw off the ears, nose, head, torso, and tail respectively, and used them to cleverly assemble five elephants.Therefore, only 1/5 of the elephants made are real, and the remaining 4/5 are fake.But you can't see this unless you look carefully, even the elephant itself is unaware.What we do is so seamless. If you ask why it is necessary to artificially create an elephant or to make up the truth with the false, it is because we are far more impatient than the elephant.If left to its own devices, the elephant thing only produces one calf every four or five years.We undoubtedly like elephants very much, and we cannot wait to see such habits or habits of elephants.So I decided to do it myself to produce elephants with fake complements. In order not to be misused, we sell such elephants to elephant supply companies, stay there for half a month to undergo strict functional testing, and then stamp the company's mark on the soles of the elephants and release them to the forest.Usually five elephants are made a week.In the season before Christmas, the machine can produce twenty-five heads at full capacity, but I think fifteen heads is about a more secure figure. As mentioned earlier, the ear workshop is the most relaxed place among the series of processes in the elephant factory.Use your strength, don't tense your nerves, and don't use complicated machines.The workload itself is also less.It’s fine to work leisurely for a day, or it doesn’t matter if you work enthusiastically all morning to complete the quota and go down to do nothing. Both my partner and I are not the kind of slow-witted people who procrastinate and work. We finish our work in the morning, and we just do what we like when we chat or read in the afternoon.That afternoon we also put the ten ears that were marked and wrinkled neatly against the wall, and then sat on the floor to bask in the sun. I told my companion about the dream of the little dancing figure.I remember every detail of the dream, so I describe even insignificant details.The unsatisfactory language makes it easy to demonstrate by shaking your head and kicking your arms.My companion drank tea, nodded "Mmmm" and listened to my story.He was 5 years older than me, with a burly body, a thick beard, taciturn, and the habit of folding his arms in thought.It is also because of his appearance that at first glance he always looks like he is in deep thought.But in fact, I didn't think about it that much. Most of the time, I just bowed my body a little, and said "difficult!" At this time there is such a thing.After listening to my dream, he remained silent in thought.Since he was meditating too long, I used a rag to kill the time by wiping the electric bellows.After a while, he stood up abruptly as usual. "It's hard," he said, "little man, little dancing man . . . hard!" As usual, I didn't expect any decent answer from him, so I wasn't very disappointed.I just want to talk to someone.I put the electric bellows back in place and took a sip of the lukewarm tea. However, what is rare is that the companion is still meditating for a long time alone. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It seems that I have heard people talk about villains before." He said. "Oh?" I was surprised. "I remember the thing, but I can't remember where I heard it." "think about it." The companion said "hmm" and pondered for a while. At any rate, he remembered that it was more than three hours later, and it was almost time to get off work in the evening. "That's it!" he said, "So that's it, I finally remembered!" "That's good!" I said. "Is there an old man who planted hair in the sixth process? It's the old man with white hair falling down to his shoulders and few teeth left. Well, I heard that he worked in this factory before the revolution..." "Uh." If it was the old man, he would have met him several times in the tavern. "The old man told me about the villain a long time ago, saying that the villain dances well. At that time, he thought it was just an old man's nonsense. Listening to what you said now, it seems that it is not all out of thin air." "What did he say?" I asked. "Well, after all, it happened a long time ago..." As he said that, his companion crossed his arms and fell into deep thought again.But nothing came up again.After a while, Huo Di got up, "No, I can't remember." He said, "You'd better ask the old man to hear it yourself." I decided to do it. As soon as the off-duty bell rang, I went to the sixth process workshop.The old man was gone, only the two girls were sweeping the floor.The thinner girl told me "if that old man is probably in that old tavern".I went to the tavern to see that the old man was indeed there.He was sitting on a high chair in front of the counter with an open lunch box next to him, drinking with his back straight. It's a very old pub, very, very old.The tavern was here before I was born, before the revolution.Generations of elephant factories have been drinking, playing poker and drinking here.On the wall hangs a row of photos of the old days of the elephant factory: pictures of the first factory inspection of ivory, pictures of past film actors visiting the plant, pictures of summer balls, and so on.However, the photos of the emperor and other royal families, as well as photos considered "imperial government" were all burned by the revolutionary army.Of course there are revolutionary photos: the revolutionary army occupying the factory, the revolutionary army hanging up the factory manager... The old man sits drinking Megat under a discolored photo entitled "Three Child Laborers Grinding Ivory".I greeted him and sat down next to him, the old man hurriedly pointed to the photo and said: "This is me." I stare at the photo.Among the three child laborers grinding ivory side by side, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy on the right vaguely has the face of the old man when he was young.If you don't say it, you can't tell it, but after he said it, the pointed nose and flat lips are indeed different from others.It seems that the old man always sits under the photo, and whenever an unfamiliar guest comes in, he tells him "this is me". "The photo seems to be very old." I started the conversation. "Before the revolution." The old man said in a nonchalant tone. "Before the revolution, I was also a child like this. You are going to be old, and even you will be like me in a blink of an eye. Just wait and see!" After all, the old man opened his mouth with almost half of his teeth missing, spit saliva "hehehe" and laughed. Then, the old man talked about the revolutionary period.Whether the emperor or the revolutionary army or the old people hate it.After he had said enough, I spotted Huohou and ordered a quilt for him, and asked him if he knew anything about the dancing villains. "The little dancing man?" the old man said, "Want to hear the little dancing man?" "Want to hear it." I said. The old man stared into my eyes suddenly, and after a while he regained the cloudy and dazed eyes typical of drunkenness. "Forget it," he said, "it's because you bought me wine, so let's talk about it. But," the old man pointed his finger in front of me, "don't tell others! Although many years have passed since the revolution, but Even now, the matter of the little dancing figure must not be brought up in front of others. It must not be told to others! My name must not be uttered either! Do you understand?" "Understood." "Bring the wine! Change to a private room." I ordered two glasses of margarita.To avoid the waiter hearing, we moved the seats with the table.A dark lamp in the shape of an elephant sits on the dining table. "Before the revolution, there was a villain from the north." The old man said, "The villain danced well. Oh no, not only the dance well, but the dance itself. No one can learn it. Wind, light, Flavors, shadows, etc. all gather on the villain and splatter at the same time. The villain can do this. That... really amazing!" The old man's few front teeth rattled the glass. "Have you seen that dance with your own eyes?" I tried to ask. "Have you seen it?" The old man stared at my face, then spread his fingers vigorously on the table, "Of course I saw it, I read it every day, every day here!" "it's here?" "Yes," said the old man, "here. The villain dances here every day, before the revolution." The old man said that the villains who came to this place with no money hid in this tavern where factory workers gathered and first worked as handymen. It was not long before dancing was recognized and began to be treated as dancers.Because the workers wanted to see the young woman dance, they began to mutter and talk about the villain's dance, but after a few days, no one had anything to say.The villain's dance is unlike any other.In a word, the villain's dance can pull out the emotions in the audience's heart that are usually discarded and unused, or even the person himself is not aware of its existence, like digging out fish intestines in broad daylight. The villain has been dancing in this tavern for about half a year.The tavern is full of customers every day.All came to watch the villains dance.By watching the little people dance, the guests are immersed in infinite joy or infinite sadness.Since then, the villain has mastered a skill, which is to manipulate the emotions of the audience at will by dancing. Later, the story of the little dancing figure spread to Zao Ziren, the head of a noble regiment who owns a territory nearby and has a close relationship with the Xiang factory. And passed into the ears of the young emperor by the head of the nobles.The emperor, who loves music, said that no matter what, he must watch the villain dance.A vertically oriented boat with the royal coat of arms came towards the tavern, and the guards respectfully took the villain to the court.The tavernkeeper was rewarded with an exorbitant amount.The tavern customers naturally complained angrily.But complaining about the emperor is of course useless.They had to drink beer and Megat, and watch young women dance as before. At the same time, the villain was given a separate room in the court, where the ladies of the court scrubbed their bodies, put on silk clothes, and were taught the etiquette to pay attention to in the presence of the emperor.In the evening of the next day, the villain was led to a hall of the palace.As soon as he arrived, the symphony orchestra directly under the emperor in the hall began to play the polka music composed by the emperor.The villain danced accordingly.Start dancing very slowly.Everyone held their breath and stared at the villain, but no one could speak.Several ladies fainted to the ground.The emperor involuntarily knocked the crystal cup filled with Jinbo wine to the ground, but no one was aware of the sound of the cup breaking. Having said that, the old man put the wine glass in his hand on the table, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and pinched the elephant-shaped desk lamp with his fingers.I waited for the old man to continue, but the old man kept silent for a long time.I called the waiter and ordered beer and margarita.The tavern got a little crowded, and a young female singer started tuning her guitar on stage. "What happened next?" I asked. "Ah," the old man seemed to suddenly remember, "the revolution broke out, the emperor was killed, and the villain ran away." I leaned my elbows on the table, took the big beer and drank it as if hugging it with both hands, looked at the old man's face and asked, "The revolution broke out soon after the villain entered the palace?" "Yes, maybe a year." The old man hiccupped as he spoke. "I don't quite understand," I said, "just now you said that it is not allowed to make public the affairs of the villain. Why? Could it be that there is some connection between the villain and the revolution?" "I don't know about this. But one thing is clear: the revolutionary army has been desperately searching for the whereabouts of the villain. It has been a long time since then, and the revolution has long been an old imperial calendar, but those guys are still looking for the dancing villain. As for I don't know what relationship the villain has with the revolution. It's just a rumor." "What rumor?" There was an expression on the old man's face that seemed unspeakable. "The rumors are rumors after all. It is said that the villain did not play a good role in the court. Some people also say that the revolution happened because of this. I know so much about the villain, and I don't know anything else." The old man sighed and drank the wine in one gulp.Peachy liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his dirty shirt. The villain never dreamed again.I go to the factory every day to make elephant ears as usual.After softening the elephant ear with steam, it is flattened with a hammer, cut off, enlarged five times by adding materials, and wrinkled after drying.During the lunch break, I had lunch with my companions and talked about the new young girl in the eighth process. There are quite a few girls in the elephant factory.They mainly do tasks such as connecting the nervous system, suturing, and cleaning.We talk about girls whenever we can, and girls talk about us whenever we can. "That's an astonishingly pretty girl," said the companion. "Everybody's been staring at her, but no one's been able to get her yet." "Is that beautiful?" I was dubious.In the past, I went to take a look after hearing people say it several times, but it wasn’t really all that bad. Most of these rumors were unbelievable. "I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. If it's not beautiful, you'd better go to the sixth process to get a new pair of eyes. If I don't have a wife, I will definitely coax her into my hand." Companion Road. The lunch break is over, but our workshop is idle as usual, and there is almost nothing to do in the afternoon.So I decided to fabricate a little reason to go to the eighth process to have a look.To get there you have to go through a long underground tunnel.The tunnel entrance is guarded by security guards.But because he was an acquaintance, he let me in without saying a word. The exit from the tunnel is a river, and the eighth process plant is not far down the river.The roof and chimney are pink.The eighth process is responsible for making elephant legs.I've worked here for four months and know the situation like the back of my hand.Unexpectedly, the young security guard at the door was a new face that he had never seen before. "What's the matter?" the new security guard asked.The uniform on this kid is so new that it looks like it is not very accommodating. "I don't have enough nerve threads, I'm here to borrow the nerve thread." After that, I cleared my throat. "Strange," he said, staring at my uniform, "you are from the elephant ear workshop, right? The nerve cords in the ears and legs should all be interchangeable." "It's a long story," I said, "I originally planned to borrow it from the elephant trunk workshop, but there is no spare there. But they said that there is enough thread for the leg, and if they can change one, they can also borrow the thin thread. When I contacted here, it was said that there was a surplus, and I called to pick it up, so this is here.” He flipped through the folder, "But I haven't heard of it. This kind of walking should be related." "It's strange. Something went wrong. I told the people inside to ask him to say hello." The security guard dawdled for a while.I threatened him that you would be responsible if the higher-ups blamed you for the mistake, so he mumbled and let me in. The leg work area of ​​the eighth process is an empty flat building.Half of it is underground, rectangular, rough sandy ground.The ground is just as high as the eyes, and there are narrow glass windows for lighting.The ceiling is staggered with movable steel rolls, and dozens of elephant legs are hanging on it. If you squint your eyes and look closely, it looks like a herd of elephants descending. There are more than 30 men and women working in the field.The building was dark, and because Quan Dou was wearing a hat, mask, and even dust-proof glasses, it was impossible to tell where the new girl was.Fortunately, one of my former colleagues asked him who the new girl was. "The one with the toe on Taiwan 15." He told me, "But it's better to give up if you want to talk sweetly. It's as strong as a tortoise shell, so there's nothing you can do about it." I said "thank you." The girl with 15 sets of toes is very slender, just like a "boy" walking down from a medieval painting. "Sorry." I greeted. She looked at my face, at my uniform, at my feet, and at my face.Then take off the hat and remove the dust glasses.Sure enough, she was surprisingly beautiful, with curly hair and eyes as deep as the sea. "What's the matter?" the girl asked. "If you have time, how about going to dance together tomorrow Saturday night?" I gritted my teeth and asked. "I have time tomorrow night and plan to go dancing, but I won't go with you," she said. "A date with whom?" I asked. "No appointment." After she finished speaking, she put on her hat and goggles again, grabbed the elephant toe on the table, and measured the size of the tip of the toe.The tip of the toe is slightly wider, and she took the chisel and sharpened it quickly. "Since you don't have a date, come with me!" I said, "Isn't it more interesting to have company than to go alone? I know a good restaurant for dinner." "No need, I want to go alone. If you want to dance too, just go and dance!" "Go." "Please go ahead." After that, she ignored me and buried herself in her work.She put the toe sharpened by the chisel into the dimple on the front of the sole of the foot, and this time it was the right size. "It's pretty good for a novice." I said. She didn't answer any more. That night, a villain appeared here in the dream.It was absolutely clear this time that it was a dream.The villain sits on a log in the middle of the forest square and smokes.This time neither records nor tapes were played.The villain looked haggard and looked a little older than when he first saw him.Even so, no matter what, I can't tell that the old people born before the revolution are at least two or three years older than me.Can't see it exactly.The age of the villain is not easy to find out. Since I had nothing to do, I circled around the villain, looked at the sky, and then sat down beside the villain.The sky was overcast, with dark clouds drifting westward, and it looked like it might rain at any moment.That's probably why the villain hid the records and tapes somewhere to keep them from getting wet. "Hi." I greeted the villain. "Hi." The villain replied. "Why don't you dance today?" I asked. "No dancing today," said the villain. When not dancing, the villain looks weak and pitiful.It is said that he once showed off his power in the court, but he couldn't see it at this time. "Uncomfortable?" I asked. "Ah," said the little man, "I'm in a bad mood. It's cold and cold in the forest. I live alone all the time, and many things make my body overwhelmed." "Enough for you." "You need vitality, you need vitality that fills your body, you need fresh energy that is enough to dance continuously, enough to run all over the mountain and get caught in the rain without catching a cold. It is very much needed." I said "no". The villain and I sat silently on the log for a while.The head is very open, the treetops are singing in the wind, and butterflies appear and disappear between the trunks. "By the way," said the little man, "do you have anything to ask me?" "Is there anything I can ask you for? I asked in amazement, what can I ask you for?" The little man picked up a branch and drew a star shape on the ground with the tip of the branch. "It's about girls. Isn't it possible to get that girl?" It's about the beautiful girl in the eighth process.I was shocked that the villain even knew this kind of thing.However, anything can happen in a dream. "I'd rather think about it, but it's useless to ask you, right? You can only find a way by yourself." "It's no use thinking about it." "Really?" I got a little annoyed. "Of course, it's useless to think about it. It doesn't matter if you're angry or whatever, it's useless as long as it's useless," said the villain. Perhaps his words are not bad, I think, the villain is right.No matter from which point of view, I am mediocre.He had nothing to show off, no money, no good looks, and no way to say that he was worthless.I think his personality is not bad, he is enthusiastic enough to work, he is more popular with his colleagues, and his body is quite strong.But not the type of love at first sight for young girls.It's really not easy for such a character to impress a beauty of that level just by playing tricks. "However, if I help you, maybe there will be some clues." The villain whispered. "Help what?" I asked out of curiosity. "Dance. That girl likes to dance. So, as long as you dance well in front of her, she's guaranteed to be yours. From now on, you can just stand under the tree and wait for the apples to fall by themselves." "Can you teach me how to dance?" "Teaching is fine." The villain said, "It's just that if you can't teach for a day or two, you'll have to practice for at least half a year every day. Otherwise, you won't be able to dance a dance that touches people's hearts." I shook my head helplessly: "That's impossible. In the first half of the year, she would have already been broken by some kid with sweet talk." "When do you dance?" "Tomorrow," I said, "tomorrow Saturday night, she will go to the ballroom to dance, and I will go too. Where can I ask her to dance?" The villain draws a few straight lines on the ground with branches, and draws a few horizontal lines on them to form a wonderful figure.I kept silent and fixedly watched the movements of the little man's hands.After a while, the villain took the short cigarette away from his lips, blew it to the ground with a "pop", and trampled to death with his foot. "It's not without means. If you really want to get that girl," said the villain, "you want to get it, right?" "Of course I do," I said. "What means do you want to hear?" the villain asked. "Tell me." "It's not difficult. I'll go into your body and use your body to dance. You have a strong body and strength. You must be able to dance." "Nobody can compare to my body," I said, "but can it really be done? Can you really dance in my body?" "Yes. Then, the child must be in your pocket, I can assure you. Not only the child, but also any woman." I lick my lips with the tip of my tongue.This is too smooth.The problem is that once the villain enters my body, it may not come out again.As a result, the villain took possession of his own body.Even if I want to get a girl, I don't want to end up with that half. "Don't worry, you?" The villain seemed to see through my mind, "I'm afraid that my body will be usurped." "Because I heard a lot of rumors about you." "Bad news?" "Ah, yes," I said. The villain pursed his lips with a knowing expression and smiled: "Don't worry. No matter how capable I am, I won't easily take other people's bodies for myself. That requires signing a contract. That is to say, it can only be done if both parties agree. You You don’t want to sell your body forever, do you?” "Of course." I shivered. "However, if it's completely free of charge to help you deceive girls, I'm also meaningless. That's fine," the villain pointed out, "There is a condition. The condition is not difficult, anyway, there is a condition." "What conditions?" "I will enter your body and enter the ballroom to invite the girl to dance to please her, and you can do whatever you want with the girl. You must not say a word during this time, and you must not make a sound until the girl is completely in your hands. That's the condition." "How can you coax a girl if you don't speak?" I objected. "Don't worry," the villain shook his head, "you don't have to worry. As long as I dance, any woman will be captured obediently, don't worry. So, from the first step into the ballroom until the girl gives in completely, don't make a sound, listen Understood?" "What if you make a sound?" I asked. "At that time your body will be mine." The villain said it very easily. "What if it ends without a sound?" "The woman is yours. I come out of you and return to the forest." I sighed deeply, wondering what to do.At this time, the villain was still drawing inexplicable figures on the ground with the branches.A butterfly flew over and landed in the middle of the graphic.To be honest, I'm a little scared.I am not sure that I will not speak from the beginning to the end.But if you don't do that, it's basically impossible for you to hold the girl in your arms.I visualized the appearance of the elephant-toed girl in the eighth process.I want to get her no matter what. "Okay," I said, "try it." "It's a deal!" said the little man. The dance hall is next to the main entrance of the elephant factory. Every weekend night, the dance floor is dedicated to the young workers of the factory, and the girls are crowded.Almost all the single men and women who work in the factory flock here.It's where we dance, drink, and mates gather to talk.It didn't take long for the lovers to run to the woods and hug each other. "It's nostalgic!" the little man said with emotion in my body, "Dancing should be like this. The crowd, wine, lights, sweat, and girls' perfume are really nostalgic!" I parted the crowd to find her.A few acquaintances greeted me by patting me on the shoulder, and I smiled back, but didn't say a word.Soon, the symphony orchestra began to play, but still could not find her. "Don't worry! It's early, the fun has just begun." said the villain. The dance floor is circular and slowly rotates under electric drive.The chairs circled the dance floor in a circle.A huge chandelier hangs from the high ceiling.The polished floors glisten like ice trays and reflect the lights.The left side of the dance floor rises like a stadium stand, and above it is the band.The band is divided into two groups, both of which are large symphony bands, playing in rotation every 30 minutes, and sending gorgeous dance music non-stop throughout the night.The band on the right has two very imposing big drums, and all the players have red elephant logos on their chests.The band on the left plays the trombone, and the elephant logo on the chest is green. I sat at the table, ordered a beer, tied my tie, and lit a cigarette.The paid dancers turned to my table one by one and invited: "Hey, handsome brother, let's have a dance!" But I ignored it.I rested my chin on my hand, moistened my throat with beer, and waited for her to appear.An hour passed and he didn't come.Waltzes, foxtrots, drum battles, and trumpet sopranos swayed across the dance floor in vain.I think maybe she didn't intend to come in the first place, but was just playing tricks on me. "Don't worry," the villain said in a low voice, "I promise to come, just wait for work!" She appeared at the door of the ballroom, and the hour hand had turned 9 o'clock.She was wearing a sparkling close-fitting dress and black high-heeled shoes on her feet. She was full of sexiness and looked radiant.In front of her, the entire ballroom seemed to be overshadowed.A few boys spotted her asking her to dance with her at a glance, but she flicked her arms and gently fended off. I sipped my beer slowly, tracking her movements with my eyes.She sat down at a table across the dance floor, ordered a red cocktail, and lit a long cigarette.She barely took a sip of the cocktail.After smoking a cigarette, she stood up from her seat and slid onto the dance floor as if walking towards the diving platform. She doesn't partner with anyone, she dances alone.The band is playing tango.She danced the tango so beautifully that it was intoxicating to watch.With every swing of her head, her long hair swept across the dance floor like a gust of wind, and her slender, white fingers rustled and vibrated the strings of the air.She has no scruples at all and dances only for herself.Looking at it calmly, the trance dream continued.So my head was a little confused, if I was using one dream for the sake of another dream, then where is the real me? "That girl dances really well," said the little man. "It's worth dancing with her. It's almost time to go up!" Almost automatically, I got up from the table and stepped onto the dance floor.I pushed aside a few men and stood beside her with a "click" and leveled my heels, signaling to everyone that I was about to dance.She glanced sideways at my face as she danced.I smiled.She didn't respond and continued dancing solo. I danced very slowly at first.Then he increased his speed little by little, and finally jumped like a whirlwind.My body is no longer my body.My hands, ankles, and neck dance freely and heartily on the dance floor.I can clearly hear the movement of the stars, the rush of the tide, the rush of the wind while letting it beat.I think the so-called dancing is such a thing.I kick my legs, raise my arms, shake my head, and twirl.When spinning, Bai Jingjing's ball of light splashed in all directions. The girl glanced at me, and she spun around with me, stomping her foot.I could feel the white light splashing in her body.I feel very happy.It was the first time in my life that I felt this way. "Why, it's much happier than working in a factory?" said the little man. I didn't answer anything.His mouth was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. We didn't know how many hours we danced continuously, I led the dance steps, and she cooperated with each other tacitly.That's an eternity of time.Then she stopped dancing in a really exhausted manner.grab my arm.I jujube maybe should be called a villain jujube also stopped.We stopped in the middle of the dance floor and looked at each other.She bowed and took off her black high heels, held them in her hand and looked at my face again. 我们离开舞厅，沿河边行走。我没有车，只好一个劲儿走下去。不久，路爬上舒缓的斜坡，四下笼罩在夜间开放的白色野花的香气中。回头望去，工厂的建筑物在眼下黑黝黝展开。昏黄的灯光和交响乐队演奏的节奏多变的曲目如花粉一般从舞厅洒往四周。风柔柔地吹来，月亮往她秀发透下湿润润的光。 她和我都没开口。跳舞后什么都无须说。她像是由人领路的盲人始终抓住我的臂肘。坡路顶头，是一片宽阔的草地。草地松林环绕，宛如平静的湖泊。柔软的青草齐刷刷齐腰铺开，在夜风吹拂下跳舞似的摇摇摆摆。点点处处探出花瓣闪光的花朵，在呼唤飞虫。 我搂着她的肩头到草地正中，一声不响把她按倒在地。“好一个不开口的人！”她笑，把高跟鞋往旁边一甩，双臂缠住我的脖颈。我吻在她嘴唇上，然后离开身体重新看她的脸。她的确美如梦幻。能如此把她抱在怀里，自己都难以置信。她闭起眼睛，似在等待我的吻。 我的面目发生变异就在这个时候。最初从鼻孔中有什么软乎乎胀鼓鼓的白东西爬出。蛆！见所未见的大蛆。蛆从两侧鼻孔一条接一条爬了出来，令人作呕的死臭突然雍塞四周。蛆落在她嘴唇，又从嘴唇落往喉部，有的甚至爬过眼睛钻入头发。鼻子表皮一片片卷起，下面溶解了的肉黏糊糊往四周扩展，最后只剩下两个黑孔。而蛆群仍从中蠢蠢欲动，蛆身粘满腐肉。 两眼有脓冒出。眼球被脓水挤压得一抽一抽地抖动两三下，随后长拖拖垂在两的两侧。起深陷的空洞里白线球一般盘着一团蛆。腐烂的脑浆里也有蛆聚在一起。舌头如大大的癞蝓晃悠悠从唇间垂下，旋即腐烂掉下。齿龈溶解，白牙一颗颗份份落下。蛆虫到处咬破滑溜溜的头发探出头来。尽管如此，她搂在我后背的双臂仍未放松。我无法挣脱她的胳膊，无法侧过脸去甚至无法闭眼。胃里的沉积物翻了过来。耳畔传来小人的笑声。 女郎的脸仍溶解不止。筋肉像被什么弄得歪歪扭扭，下颚脱环，嘴豁然洞开，浆糊状的肉、脓、蛆趁势一同四溅。 我使劲吸一口气，准备大声喊叫。我希望有人棗谁都可以棗把我从这地狱中拉出。但终归我没有叫。我几乎凭直觉感知道这种事是不可能实际发生的。不过是小人设的圈套而已。小人想让我出声，只笑我出一声，我的身体便将永远归小人所以。而那正是小人求之不得的。 我咬紧牙关，闭起眼睛。这回得以顺利闭上，无任何阻力。一闭眼睛，传来风掠过草地的声响。我可以感觉出女郎的手指在死死扣进我的背。我毅然决然搂住她的身体，拉过来朝烂肉上大约曾有嘴的位置吻下去。黏糊糊的肉片和蠢蠢欲动的蛆团贴住我的脸，难以忍受的死臭直冲我的鼻腔。但这只是一瞬之间。睁开眼睛时，我正和原来娇美的女孩相互接吻，柔和的月光照着她桃红色的脸颊。我明白自己战胜了小人：我终于一声未发地做完一切。 “你赢了，”小人以甚为疲惫的声音说，“女郎是你的，我离去就是。” 小人旋即脱离我的身体。 “不过这不算完，”小人继续道，“你可以获胜许多许多次，失败只有一次。一旦失败，就前功尽弃。而你迟早必败。败就一切都完了。记住，我将一直等下去，等待那一天。” “你为什么非抓我不可呢？”我向小人喊道，“别人为什么就不行？” 但小人没有回答，只是笑。小人的笑声在四周回荡片刻，尔后被风吹去。 终归给小人言中。眼下的我正受道全国警察的追捕。在舞厅看见我跳舞的一个人棗可能是那个老人棗跑去当局检举我跳舞时有小人钻入体内。我的同伴证实说一次我讲起过小人。于是对我发出逮捕证。一队警察前来包围工厂。第八工序那个美少女来我车间偷偷告诉我的。我飞身逃出车间跳入储藏成品象的水池，跨上一头象逃进森林。当时踩死了几个警察。 就这样，我差不多一个月从这片森林跑去那片森林从这座山转到那座山。靠吃树果吃昆虫喝溪水活命。但警察人多势众，他们迟早会逮住我。而一旦被逮，据说恐怕便要以革命的名义把我绑上绞盘撕得七裂八半。 小人每天夜晚都出现在我的梦里，叫我进入他体内。 “至少这样可以避免给警察逮去撕成八快。”小人说。 “但要永远在森林里跳舞，是吧？”我问。 “正是。”小人回答，“何去何从你自己选择。”说罢，小人嗤嗤窃笑。 然而我哪个都不能选择。 传来犬吠声，几条狗的吠声。他们将很快赶来这里。