weightlessness

When Lin Zhujin returned to the dance hall, Wang Lianqing was busy for a while. Mr. Wang passed away, and he was busy fighting for family property with his cousins.

In the end, Gu Heng went with him.

Lin Zhujin has been immersed in the world of luxury and gold for so long, walking on the campus in a short time, looking at the youthful faces of the students in the dance school, passing by the classroom and seeing the teachers who are shouting the beat, few of them are familiar up.

When he arrived at the dean's office, Lin Zhujin stood aside with his legs crossed. He saw Gu Heng talking with the dean, and smiled from time to time, as if they were having a good conversation.

Contrary to Lin Zhujin's expectation, this matter was handled so easily, which caused him to feel a little unreal when he walked behind Gu Heng and the dean.

Because when the matter between Guan Shan and himself was first exposed, the dean and the professors didn't even want to see him, as if he used some low-level means to seduce the signboard of their dance hall.

Lin Zhujin started her own work, and went to a new drama to be a third-rate supporting role. She didn't have a few lines, played a vase role, and ran one or two variety shows without many scenes.

It's a test of the waters to see how the audience responds.

Except for these hours, Lin Zhujin practiced dancing in the dance hall.

The teacher Gu Heng found for him, Qi Yan, was a brother of the same age as Guan Shan, and his strength was extraordinary, but Guan Shan's reputation was at its peak at that time, and his reputation as a talented young dancer made him overshadow many people of the same age.

Qi Yan is definitely not inferior to Guan Shan in terms of strength and skills, but for some reason, he is always judged by those old-school professors to be less aura, and Guan Shan has always been crushed into the second child of ten thousand years in the dance hall.

Lin Zhujin practiced with a group of students that day, and it was time to leave in the evening. Lin Zhujin leaned against the wall and drank a bottle of mineral water, vaguely feeling several eyes looking at him.

In fact, this kind of scrutiny has never stopped since the day he came to this day, and I don't know what kind of rumors about him are circulating in this school.

Although this kind of gaze gathered on him from time to time, no one took the initiative to say hello to him.

Lin Zhujin didn't care about this, anyway, he was used to going through these things.

It's just that he felt that he had pulled down too much and it was not easy to pick it up.

He was much older than these students, not to mention anything else, it was not easy for him to reach the level of the finale of the dance he performed for Guan Shan.

So if he wants to complete the dance drama many years ago, he must work hard.

As for his teacher, Qi Yan, after a little glance at the meeting, he pointed out a place for him and told him to practice the basic skills before talking about it, and then ignored him.

Qi Yan does have a student who is full of his heart, and most of Qi Yan's eyes are on him.

Lin Zhujin heard later that Wen Ding was a student of Qi Yan's since he was a child, the only son of the Wen family. His mother is a famous dancer of the older generation, his father is a famous pianist, and his parents are well-known people in the literary and art circles. .

It was getting dark, and the mineral water bottle in Lin Zhujin's hand was empty.

Lin Zhujin took out his phone and checked the news when everyone outside was chattering away.

At this time, there was a sudden shadow in front of Lin Zhujin's eyes. Lin Zhujin looked at the person in front of him, who was a little shorter than himself, and the dance clothes on his body showed that this person had a very good figure.

The legs were long, with smooth and slender lines, and there were faint traces of muscle lines. Looking at the slender arms, Lin Zhujin looked up all the way, and his eyes stayed on the handsome face, which was Wen Ding.

"What's the matter? Do you need me?" Lin Zhujin smiled and expressed his friendliness to the first person who came over.

"You don't remember me." The expression on Wen Ding's face was extremely cold, and his tone of voice didn't fluctuate when he said this, as if he was narrating some academic literature in a straightforward manner.

Lin Zhujin tilted his head, trying to search for information about this person in his mind, but even though he was silent for a few seconds, he still felt that Wen Ding's face was very strange.

"Oh? Where have we met before?" Lin Zhujin asked.

"My name is Wen Ding." Wen Ding didn't continue the topic just now, but looked directly into Lin Zhujin's eyes, and said his name clearly and seriously.

Lin Zhujin said, who doesn't know your name is Wen Ding?

This dance house is even called Wending Xiaoguanshan by the outside world. It has won a few awards in domestic and foreign dance competitions. No matter how indifferent Lin Zhujin is, I have heard a lot of it during the dance practice here these days. Over time.

Lin Zhujin didn't show it on the surface, but in fact, he didn't care about this person's name like Xiaoguanshan.

It's just obvious that looking at the indifferent and expressionless face in front of him, this person doesn't look like the kind of person who is keen to strike up a conversation with others.

Coming over to talk to me so suddenly, some students from the dance hall behind all started to look this way.

Lin Zhujin suppressed her smile and said, "I know, your name is Wen Ding."

After hearing this, Wen Ding raised his eyebrows and eyes, his face seemed to be a little relieved and slightly happy: "Really?"

Lin Zhujin smiled again: "It's hard not to know the famous people in the dance hall."

With Lin Zhujin's appearance, smiling at people at such a close distance, his eyebrows and eyes seem to be emitting a light that confuses the mind and mind.

The corners of Wen Ding's mouth tightened, and the slight palpitation that had just flashed in his eyes became silent again.

Lin Zhujin was stunned for a moment, the inexplicable person in front of him came to talk to him for no reason, and left after a few words, leaving Lin Zhujin looking at Wen Ding's back, feeling more and more inexplicable.

But forget it, never mind.

Lin Zhujin threw the mineral water bottle aside and prepared to practice for a while.

It was already late when Lin Zhujin returned home, he opened the door and collapsed on the sofa.Like a large mollusk, nestled on the sofa.

In the end, he felt drowsy, so he stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I went back to my bedroom and went to bed, feeling a little drowsy.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhujin woke up and realized that she forgot to eat last night.

At four o'clock in the morning, he was so awake that he sat up from the bed, put on his slippers, and wanted to cook porridge for himself.

When I walked to the kitchen, I realized that the kitchen here was terribly clean, and I hadn't bought any fruits and vegetables.

Lin Zhujin finally sat down in the empty living room. He turned on the computer and plugged in a USB flash drive.

Click to play the video inside, and the screen appears, it is Guan Shan and Lin Zhujin in the dance studio, and a gentle and elegant voice comes from inside, beating the beat.

Guan Shan put his hand on Lin Zhujin's waist, slowly moved it down, and said, "Xiaojin, you have to twist your hips here."

Lin Zhujin turned to kiss him, with a bright and charming smile on his face, and he said coquettishly: "Teacher, I don't know how, why don't you teach me how to twist this crotch?" Began to touch Guan Shan dishonestly.

Lin Zhujin's hand on the mouse trembled slightly, and turned off the video.

He then clicked on another video, turned it off, turned it on, and turned it off again.

After repeating this several times, he finally found the video that Guan Shan choreographed for him when he clicked on the seventh video.

It was daylight, and the curtains in the living room were slightly opened, letting in a little light.

Lin Zhujin stared at the screen with no expression on his face. The light on the screen shone on his face, showing his cold white skin like white porcelain without temperature.

He watched this video repeatedly until the cold sweat gradually rolled down his forehead and he started to have a stomachache.

Even his vision began to blur, he stood up abruptly, leaned on the wall and stumbled back to the bedroom, a spot of light began to appear in front of his eyes, he frantically fumbled for his mobile phone, and called Wang Lianqing.

His mind was dizzy and buzzing, he heard Wang Lianqing's voice, his tone was not very good, but he couldn't put his words into words and understand what he was talking about.

He said one last sentence: "I feel like... the pain is going to die." He slid along the bed to the floor, curled up, his eyes were closed, and his face was dripping with sweat.

When Wang Lianqing came, he yelled a few times at the door but no one answered, and went to the bedroom.

Seeing his half-dead appearance, no matter how angry he was at this moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly called the ambulance.

When Lin Zhujin finally managed to infuse on the hospital bed peacefully, Wang Lianqing stood in the ward and called Gu Heng with an indescribably ugly expression.

Lin Zhujin had a good night's sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she was lost in thought for a while looking at the clean ceiling.

Only then did he turn his head to face the person standing by the window looking out intently and let out a low voice, his voice a little hoarse: "What are you doing there?"

Wang Lianqing heard the sound, turned around, walked to the bedside table, and poured water into the cup: "Mr. Lin? You are so grown up, don't know how to eat? Are you malnourished? Got stomach bleeding?"

Wang Lianqing sized him up for a moment and said, "You've lost too much weight recently." The tone of frivolity and jokes that he used to carry in his voice was not at all, and after careful investigation, there was still some dissatisfaction in it.

Lin Zhujin smiled nonchalantly: "I originally wanted to lose some weight. If I dance, I will look thinner if I dance."

"Looks good? Take a snapshot and take a look in the mirror. No matter how thin you are, you will lose your appearance." Wang Lianqing handed over the water glass in his hand.

Lin Zhujin lifted his body up, stretched out his hand to pick it up, suddenly paused, and tugged at his sleeves, Wang Lianqing stared at him, Lin Zhujin curled his mouth and said, "It's a bit cold."

Wang Lianqing shrank back the hand holding the water glass, avoiding Lin Zhujin's hand: "It's just a little cold? Does it hurt a little?"

Lin Zhujin's face changed completely, and the forced smile on his face disappeared completely: "I really can't hide anything from Ah Qing." This sentence was like a sigh, and something was reflected on his face , and then looked at the water glass in Wang Lianqing's hand, his gaze drifted across Wang Lianqing's face and he muttered, "Do you want me to die of thirst?"

Wang Lianqing handed over the cup, pulled out a chair and put it beside the bed, sat there, clasped his hands together, and quietly watched Lin Zhujin drink water with his neck raised.

After he finished drinking, Wang Lianqing said, "I contacted the doctor for you, and I have sent you my mobile phone number. You can go there when you have time, and the dance practice will be put aside beforehand."

"I'm not sick." Lin Zhujin's voice was tinged with coldness.

"You're not sick, you stretched your wrist!?" Wang Lianqing's voice also raised a little.

"As I said, I'm not sick. It's impossible for me to stop practicing dance now. I've stopped for long enough. I have to finish the last dance." Lin Zhujin's voice was neither high nor low, every word The sentence is full of my own stubbornness.

"And, don't worry, I don't want to die either. I'm just a little unhappy sometimes. I know it in my heart. Trust me, okay?" Lin Zhujin looked at Wang Lianqing calmly in front of her with the last sentence, and her voice was loud Low and soft.