Seasonal season

Yu Hang's dance studio is located on the first floor of a commercial building on Kenxin Street.Turning around the elevator entrance, you will see four glass doors shining brightly in front of you.Two of them are wide open, and the decoration style inside is more punk.In front of the wall with diamond-shaped black and white lenses interlaced, there is a front desk paved with black marble.A girl in avant-garde clothes stood behind the counter, lowering her head and talking to a few young people who came to sign up.

Only then did Wenxi know that this guy was dancing.When the editor-in-chief called him over in the morning, he only said that there was an owner who asked you to write a soft article for him. He only said that the person had already negotiated the expenses, and maybe this would be waiting for you in the office. It doesn’t matter how old or what the person does. Not a word was mentioned.Along the way, Wenxi secretly guessed a lot. Guess he runs a restaurant?Sell ​​fashion?Do travel?I just never thought of it as an art.It's not that kind of elegant, but this kind of firecracker-like stuff.The slightly noisy music sounded in the corridor, which made Wenxi feel the nerves on his forehead tense up and down.He didn't like to be noisy, he didn't like to be noisy, so he barely covered his ears with his hands to see what Yu Hang's next plan was.

The girl at the front desk noticed Yu Hang, and Yu Hang only nodded, not intending to let her put down her work and come to receive her.

"Editor Song, let me show you around."

Wenxi looked around: "What about photography?"

Yu Hang seemed to have just remembered this incident, slapped his forehead and asked him to wait for a while.Wen Xi looked east and west, and when he saw Yu Hang coming out of a side door again, he found that he was still alone, but he had an extra long-lens SLR camera in his hand, and waved his hand: "Photography The teacher is here!"

Wenxi sighed: "Now is not the time for fooling around, I am not here to play with you."

"Why, don't you believe me?"

Wenxi returned the camera he handed over to him: "There are requirements for the pictures in our magazines, it's not enough to just take a few pictures. If you really can't find a suitable person, you can only wait for my photographer to come back." .”

He thought to himself, if he could do whatever he wanted, he wouldn't need to look at Li Chen's expression.

But Yu Hang said: "It's hard to ask you to come here. It's so troublesome to go back and forth like this. If Editor Song doesn't mind, I will finish the interview and understanding part first. As for the accompanying pictures, I will take a few pictures and use them if I think I can. If not, is it okay if I invite your photographer to come over then?"

Wenxi didn't want to get entangled with this person in the first place, and the idea proposed by Yu Hang happened to be very appetizing to him.Since he said that, he didn't need to deal with Li Chen anymore, so he agreed.

After seeing the dance studio and choreography room, Wenxi came to the door of a dance classroom, where the deafening music came from.He watched it intently for a while as if he had discovered the source of pollution, but Yu Hang thought he was interested in it: "If Editor Song wants to learn, I can give you a [-]% discount."

Wenxi blurted out without thinking: "What kind of dance do men learn?" Seeing Yu Hang who was stupid there in a blink of an eye, she just smiled and didn't intend to change her words.

Yu Hang led him to sit in the office for a while, picking out the important content and introducing it.This Song Wenxi is a master who talks to people. Every time he said something, he would always find some questions to interrupt him. He seemed to be very disapproving. Yu Hang couldn't believe that he interviewed Yu Fuqiang with such a distasteful appearance.

The dance studio is not too big or too small.According to Yu Hang, he organized a dance group with his partner.In recent years, the development is not bad. It has arranged dances and matched dances for stars who came to the city to perform many times, and has a fixed stage.In order to develop better, the dance club they founded has been recruiting foreign students since last year, and has offered subjects such as HIP-HOP, POPPING, BREAKING, jazz, and finished dance, and the results have been good.When there is no time for performances, the members rehearse dances in the dance club and occasionally guide the students who come here.And the reason why he asked to write a soft article was to promote a dance show that was recently opened on the TV station, and wanted to use it to increase attention.

Wenxi asked: "The members' spare time is not fixed, is it not good for teaching?"

Yu Hang explained: "We have regular teachers to teach, and members will only arrange one or two special classes when they have time."

Wenxi nodded: "So, you printed the achievements of your team on the front page of the propaganda, but you are not going to use these people to teach and promote the seasoning as the main course." He gave him a thumbs up, "There is a potential for profiteers."

Yu Hang paused: "Many dance clubs now have this kind of thinking."

"Oh, that's my ignorance."

Hearing his sarcastic tone, Yu Hang was afraid that if he was unhappy, he would write the report wrongly.At this juncture, Yu Hang didn't want to do bad things, so he could only ignore his teasing, and took him around piously, pretending that he didn't understand the meaning behind those words.

Coming out of the office, Yu Hang took a few pictures of the interior.Wenxi glanced sideways, not to mention, the things that were photographed looked a bit like, and I couldn't see the bottom of the amateur.

The two walked around, Wenxi took a few documents from the front desk, said goodbye to Yu Hang, and the writing was over.This kind of article is similar to the one about catering before, but it is not difficult to tout a few words in a petty bourgeois tone on the picture above.Especially the head of the family, his personality is not likable, but his appearance is passable, and the effect should not be bad.

Just as Wenxi pushed open the door to leave, Yu Hang ran out and asked to stay: "Editor Song, it's already past noon, I'll invite you to dinner."

Wenxi doesn't want to be troublesome: "No, I still have things to do."

Yu Hang insisted on the invitation: "There is always time for dinner."

Wenxi looked at his watch, pretended to be in a hurry, and said evasively: "It's really something, you can do your work."

Mr. Yu Hang was worried about him, and thought about having a meal together and a better relationship, maybe there would be no worries about the article.Although I understand that Song Wenxi will not be so bold as to smear the whole thing, but I heard that these people are very good at hiding needles and plotting against you secretly.In addition, the impression left on him was not very good, so Yu Hang tried his best to invite him to have lunch together.

Wenxi was disturbed by being entangled, not to mention that when he returned home at this hour, his father might have already packed the dishes.It's all here, and after a short while, I followed him out.

The hotel is not far from the dance studio, just a 10-minute walk.Wenxi sat down and looked around this small restaurant. It was fairly clean and tidy, but was it upscale...at most it was a classy food stall.

Wenxi is often invited by the owners to dine in various large specialty hotels, and it seems that they all think that such an invitation to a meal is a must.Seeing Yu Hang being so attentive just now, Wenxi thought it must be at least decent, but never expected it to be this kind of place.

In terms of meanness, Yu Hang is No.1 among the owners.

Asking him to come to this kind of place, to put it snobbyly: too dishonest.

Might as well not ask.

Yu Hang saw something from his slightly frowned eyebrows: "Don't underestimate this kind of place, the food is very tasty."

For the first time, Wenxi met this man face to face quietly.I found that when he spoke, his voice was like gurgling spring water, his eyebrows moved frequently, and there was a little showing off in his tone, as if he was showing his favor to the girl he loved.

If Wenxi was a girl, she might get the wrong meaning if she was not careful.

The proprietress came to receive her in person. From Yu Hang's familiar greetings with her, it can be seen that this person is a frequent visitor here, and this place belongs to the old base.

"your friend?"

Yu Hang nodded: "Handsome?"

The proprietress is very good at climbing up the pole, smiling and serving cold dishes: "Mr. Yu's friend, of course."

When the proprietress left, Wenxi asked, "Which one is your friend?"

Yu Hang chewed a piece of shredded squid, raised his eyelids slightly: "Unless you are not human."

"Is it a person or your friend?"

"For me, being able to eat with me is a friend."

Wenxi was disdainful: "You are really sloppy in making friends."

Yu Hang ignored his taunts: "Not everyone can be friends, I only choose those I like."

Wenxi also took a piece of shredded squid to chew: "I definitely don't meet your standards."

"That's hard to say—"

"I don't want to even if it fits."

Yu Hang said: "Have a meal, talk to the proprietress casually, you are more serious. If you are friends and don't pull you into the bridal chamber, why do you have to get rid of yourself?"

Wenxi squinted back: "It's just a meal, why are you talking about it? It seems that I am willing to listen. Tell the lady to hurry up and eat, and I have to go to work after eating."

Yu Hang wrinkled his face: "The character is really gentle."

Wenxi's eyes rolled up: "To each other."

Yu Hang shut up, he was thinking of easing the relationship with him, and he said to stop fighting later.

When the hot dishes came, Wenxi brought over a bowl, and Gu Zi began to eat.I thought to myself, this meal is just to solve food and clothing, there is no sincerity at all, and I leave after eating.Whoever let his brain get flooded, followed him in a daze.

Seeing that he was silent, Yu Hang was determined to add some color to his unremarkable banquet, and kept asking: "How is it, is it delicious?"

Wenxi took a mouthful of food and chewed it for an unknown amount of time before answering, "So-so."

Wenxi eats very slowly, and every time he eats a bite of food, he has to squeeze his lips and wriggle for a long time.After Yu Hang finished a bowl of rice, he found that he was still eating slowly.I don't know who was the person who was in a hurry to go to work just now?

Yu Hang looked at him with interest.Wenxi's lips were bright pink, and his cheeks were bulging with his chewing movements. He was so cute that those who watched him eat forgot to call the proprietress over to pay the bill.

The proprietress stood aside, waiting for the guest who had called twice but still hadn't responded to come back to his senses.When Wenxi looked over suspiciously, Yu Hang couldn't dodge it in time, and looked up to see the insatiable smile on the proprietress's face.

After Yu Hang finished signing the bill in embarrassment, Wenxi had already put down his chopsticks when he saw him pay the bill.

"Also, eat slowly."

Wenxi took out a tissue: "I'm full."

"Editor Song's appetite is smaller than girls'."

Wenxi wanted to say that it was because of your poor hospitality.

Seeing that the matter was coming to an end, Wen Xi's mood also lightened up.It doesn't matter if the meal is good or not, it's just a matter of saving face.So after hearing what Yu Hang said, he rolled up the napkin noncommittally, and prepared to rest for a few minutes before leaving.

In these few minutes, Yu Hang didn't intend to shut up.

How does this place feel?

Wenxi thought to himself, this kind of place can be seen through at a glance. Judging from the randomly fried dishes, the colors are chaotic, thick oil and red sauce, and there is no sense of plate arrangement. What is so bad?No matter what, he won't come again.

"so so."

"Don't you think it's very warm here? Every time I come here, I feel like home."

Wenxi took a sip of the water in the glass and swallowed it slowly, seemingly unmoved on the surface, but thinking about the words in his heart.

Home?Perhaps the small space here and the daily atmosphere triggered the sensitive organs in his heart, those emotions that he thought were safe and guarded, but would be touched by the outside at any time from time to time.

Home, for the person in front of him, may have a different hidden pain.

For example, his illegitimate child status.

Before leaving, Yu Hang watched Wenxi send messages to others, and also stretched out his mobile phone: "Editor Song, add me on WeChat."

Wenxi looked up in surprise.These days, adding WeChat is basic for socializing, but Wenxi obviously didn't decide to have a long-term relationship with this person. He has always disliked people who are not very relevant in his phone.To put it bluntly, it was a one-off deal with Yu Hang at most, and for this one-off deal, it was a lot of trouble to add and delete.

But Yu Hang didn't wait for his response, opened his QR code, and brought his phone over for him to scan.

For the sake of the five fingers, Wenxi reluctantly opened "Scan".

After a beep, the corner of Yu Hang's mouth twitched: "I'll take you back—"

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Looking east from the hometown, the road is long... With sweat on my face, I found that I had broken away from the outline and let go.