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One night half a year later, there was a heavy rain at night, and there was a muffled thunder outside the window.

Lin Zhujin's condition continued to improve in the past six months, and Li Chenyin was gradually able to go out to do some work. When Li Chenyin was not at home, Lin Zhujin played with Li Sichen.

That night, before Li Chenyin came back, Lin Zhujin was sleeping in his bedroom. His breathing, which was originally steady, suddenly became rapid. A lot of sweat began to overflow from his forehead, and then after the muffled thunder, suddenly He opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

He seemed to have had a very, very long, extremely real and long dream.

Outside the window was a torrential rain, and the lotus pond in the back garden was soaked and deformed.

The torrential rain was accompanied by a few thunderclaps piercing the ears, which was not a small sound, but Lin Zhujin was holding his head, his head was in chaos, but he still felt that the room was eerily quiet.

Li Chenyin hasn't come back yet, what should he do?

Lin Zhujin thought about it for a while, and finally got up and dragged a pillow, and walked out of the bedroom door.

Standing in front of Li Sichen's bedroom door, knocked on the door, twisted the door open, opened it a little, and asked, "Xiaochen, are you afraid of thunder? Do you want me to sleep with you?"

He was answered with a pillow thrown over him and a somewhat annoyed voice: "Get out!"

Lin Zhujin closed the door neatly, supported his head, sighed, and dragged his pillow back.

When he walked to the middle of the corridor, the door of the living room was opened, and it was Li Chenyin who was dusty and tired, with some water marks on his face, which shone brightly under the light.

He thought that he originally thought that Li Chenyin was on a business trip and would not be able to make it back tonight.

Some messy fragments that Lin Zhujin had been tumbling through in his mind just now stopped tumbling suddenly.

Lin Zhujin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was a little stunned. He walked to the stairs and said, "Just came back?"

Li Chenyin glanced at his expression, habitually raised his arms and hugged him, as if to comfort him, and replied, "I just came back."

Lin Zhujin was in his arms for a long time, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ah, that's a coincidence, me too."

Lin Zhujin clearly felt that Li Chenyin's arm holding her froze and was about to push herself away, but Lin Zhujin hugged her back forcefully, and yelled coquettishly: "A Yin."

Therefore, Li Chenyin stopped moving and let Lin Zhujin hold her.

It was a hug exuding cold moisture, but it made Lin Zhujin feel extremely warm and at ease, because it was Li Chenyin's first gesture when he saw her when she was worried about sleeping alone, and came back from a foreign country in the rain. Like his behavioral instinct.

Lin Zhujin made an appointment with Wending again. It took the two of them three months to dance one dance. In Lin Zhujin's words, he was so proficient that he could dance backwards again.

His legs were bad, and he couldn't do some movements. Wen Ding cut them out for him, but Lin Zhujin didn't want to. Finally, he said that he could improvise when he saw the time.

If you can jump, you can jump, if you can't, I won't try to be brave.

Looking at his expression, Wen Ding thought to himself, it's strange.

Lin Zhujin seemed to be full of restlessness and bravery all over his body.

Lin Zhujin came out of the dance room and saw Wang Lianqing waiting for him at the door. Seeing him, he waved and blew a kiss.

Lin Zhujin walked over, leaned against his car side by side with him, and then pushed him aside in disgust: "Don't smell the smoke on your body, don't touch me."

It's okay not to say, but when Wang Lianqing got more excited, he raised his eyebrows, put his arm around Lin Zhujin's shoulders, and leaned closer and asked, "Have you got the two hundred million together? If not, call me Say hello dad, let me make it up for you?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhujin stopped struggling. He suddenly turned his head, frowned, and looked at Wang Lianqing: "Did you forget something?"

Lin Zhujin's dance drama was held at the end of September, and the official news was released that audiences who bought tickets for Lin Zhujin's dance drama that year were free of charge this time as compensation, expressing their disappointment to those who were waiting for their own appearance but returned in disappointment. apology.

A lot of money was invested in the promotion of his dance, and Ning Wen and Wen Ding's forwarding and publicity, and it was Wen Ding's choreography, the number of audiences that day was still very spectacular.

After several years, Lin Zhujin came back to the stage.

The dance drama that Wen Ding rearranged for him was called "Wild Deer".From the moment the spotlight shone on his head, he seemed to be turned into an ignorant deer who had just entered the forest. That kind of lightness and ignorance of worldly ignorance, from that lightness, seemed to reveal How many points will be shown in the pace of falling but not falling.

The light gradually dimmed, and the light brown gauze he was wearing became darker. He was growing, and he ran with joy, and then his footsteps became flustered, and the expression on his face became panicked, as if It was someone chasing after him, and it was the part where he was discovered by a hunter.

Wen Ding was sweating watching his movements there, and said not to be brave, but he still insisted on dancing on the stage.Seeing that Lin Zhujin jumped up with his toes stretched out, and was about to fall when he landed after spinning around, he stepped up from the side of the stage and caught him.

The audience in the audience was in an uproar, thinking that this was arranged, and some fans screamed at Wen Ding.

What follows is a tense duet dance, with a tacit understanding, and the drums and rhythm are getting faster and faster.

This paragraph does not jump out of the flustered feeling of the wild deer being chased by the hunter at all, but it is actually dancing with the hunter, tit for tat exciting.

When the dance was over, the only thing that was quiet in the theater was the panting of Lin Zhujin and Wen Ding, and after a few seconds, there was a sudden burst of applause.

Lin Zhujin was sweating profusely. Wen Ding took back the microphone and greeted everyone, as if he had really arranged for a surprise guest.

When the microphone was passed to Lin Zhujin, Lin Zhujin first smiled at the camera, then said some words of thanks and apologized to the audience who had waited for him before.

Today's dance is the fulfillment of a dream that I have not fulfilled for many years, and it is also an explanation to the fans who once had expectations of me.

After all this was finished, Lin Zhujin's eyes suddenly fell to the first row, facing the direction of the stage, where Li Chenyin was sitting, his eyes were falling on him, and he looked over, but Li Chenyin was still looking at him calmly, He didn't move away, didn't dodge, as if he had always been like this, sitting in that position, watching himself for many years.

Lin Zhujin looked at him and started walking towards him from the stage.

Finally, the expression on Li Chenyin's face changed.

First, the first piece of pink fell from the sky above the theater.

A female spectator sitting in the middle suddenly bent down, looked up at the top of her head as if she was a little uncertain, and then asked the male companion next to her suspiciously: "Who lost 100 yuan?"

The moment Lin Zhujin walked in front of Li Chenyin, a rain of pink banknotes began to rain over the entire theater. Those pink bills were scattered all over the sky. The lights in the theater were brightly lit, and the audience began to scream. The atmosphere was pushed to the climax at once.

Lin Zhujin walked up to Li Chenyin, smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'll return the two hundred million to you, and we will..."

Before Lin Zhujin finished speaking, Li Chenyin kissed her. It was like a long-lasting kiss that lasted a century. Countless pink banknotes hovered and danced in the air, and there were many people screaming and applauding. , but Li Chenyin couldn't hear anything.

Lin Zhujin finally got his wish. Amidst the crimson colors flying all over the sky and the flickering lights, he gave his lover the romance and grandeur that he had planned for a long time.