meet at thirty

Although Wen Sheng promised Pu Zhen to look at the screen less, but after all it was his own work, he still couldn't bear the itch in his heart, and secretly raised his eyes to take a look from time to time.The original video file that Pu Zhen got two days ago, Wen Sheng saw that he had almost finished processing it, so he almost finished the work.Pu Zhen didn't take the mouse, but relied on the small touch-screen board in his hand, and the operation was no slower than using a mouse.Wen Sheng huddled into a ball and watched from the side, chatting with him from time to time.

As if afraid of disturbing the people sleeping in the bedroom, Pu Zhen lowered the volume, like a soft feather scratching gently.

"Ballet and hip-hop dance are so good, and French is at the native level, and I have taught myself the later stage... so many..." Wen Sheng listed him more and more, and he felt that he was amazing, and finally said , turned to look at him.

"It must have been hard work."

Pu Zhen paused his hand and accidentally pressed the wrong place.

He undid the previous operation with the shortcut key, but did not continue for a long time.Wen Sheng waited for a while, seeing Pu Zhen stretch out his hand, and pressed the center of his brow.

"Are you tired?"

Pu Zhen shook his head, then nodded again: "I seem to have drunk too much, and my brain is a little dull."

Wen Sheng took a look at him: the young man's complexion looked the same as usual, but upon closer inspection, his eyes seemed indeed not as clear as usual, as if covered in a thin layer of fog.Thinking about it again, his reaction today was indeed a bit slow. With his reaction speed when he recorded the dance last time, he would definitely not be brought to the ground by him when he helped Wen Sheng before.

Not too drunk, probably slightly drunk.

He suddenly thought of a bottle of perfume called Tiny Rose that Lu Chuaner had poked.He has long been unable to remember all the descriptions of the perfume itself, but the name of the perfume has kept him in mind until now.

The name Drunken Rose is touching enough, but that bottle of perfume has another name, called Tonight or No Longer.

Wen Sheng's heart of coaxing people to call him his brother was about to stir again.But before he could put it into practice, Pu Zhen spoke first: "I actually..."

Wen Sheng immediately put away that thought, and acted like he was listening attentively.

Wen Sheng dutifully played the role of the listener, but Pu was really not a good confidant.He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about how to phrase: "The learning ability is not bad." He thought for a while, and added "from childhood to adulthood".

It's no wonder that Wen Sheng was ill, and his ability to think had declined a lot. His head creaked like the wheels of an old-fashioned steam train, and he even guessed Pu Zhen's subtext by a strange coincidence.

Pu Zhen is obviously not good at bragging, and his "learning ability is not bad" is probably his limit.Wen Sheng incorporated this sentence into his own logic, and automatically replaced it with "excellent talent".Dance is not something that all beings are equal. Talent determines the height that a dancer can achieve throughout his life.There are quite a few veteran dancers in the circle who are not from majors, and their dancing age is not much different from Wen Sheng's, but their strength, stepping point and the flow of the north and south are still a bit behind.It's not the case to say that people don't work hard, it's just that talent is here, and some gaps cannot be made up by acquired efforts.

Wen Sheng has no doubt that if Pu Zhen hadn't stopped his ballet, he would be a world-famous ballet dancer at this time.

"Xiaozhen," Wen Sheng called his name: "Are you the kind who was praised for your talent since childhood?"

Pu Zhen was stunned, and a muffled "hmm."

The temperature rise is clear.

Talent is of course a good thing, it is a gift from God.But it is also confusing, even enough to overshadow all other acquired efforts.The outsiders are naturally envious, but for the person involved, all his painstaking efforts were wiped out in the end, leaving only a light and unique sentence.Is it fair?Wen Sheng felt it was unfair.But if you talk about it specifically, people will only say that you are hypocritical.

"If you are talented, you don't know yourself without a teacher." Wen Sheng pointed to the computer: "It doesn't take time to learn anything."

When origin was established, almost no one in China had heard of house dance.During the land reclamation period, there was no special photography post-production. Apart from asking relatives and friends for help, most of them were done by themselves.Now any one of the four of them can pull out a part-time job as a post-photographer. It seems that each of them is an all-around player, but this is all learned by each of them at the beginning, and then taught each other after learning.Not to mention dancing, which is indispensable for a day's basic skills.

He added: "But it's understandable when you think about it, after all, they can't put themselves in their shoes."

Pu Zhen can imagine the tone of day and day if these words were spoken by Water3, but Wen Sheng is not too arrogant, and at this time he has a cold again, and his voice is soft, like a fangs and claws, and he has no attack power Milk cat.Pu Zhen saved the file and closed the page.

"All right?"

"Okay, there is one more thing to do tomorrow." Pu Zhen pushed the computer on his lap a little bit, hesitated, and stretched out his hand.Wen Sheng didn't know what he was going to do. Seeing the back of his hand carefully sticking to his forehead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

My throat is a bit hoarse, but fortunately the temperature hasn't come up, so I shouldn't have a fever after a good night's sleep.

However, Wen Sheng lived up to everyone's expectations and missed the key point again, "Is there another one?"

Pu Zhen suddenly felt bad, wishing to swallow what he said just now, but Wen Sheng looked at him with burning eyes, Pu Zhen knew that he couldn't let go.

"...an original recorded two days ago, it's on the desktop, you can watch it if you want." Pu Zhen was really embarrassed to watch his dance with Wen Sheng, so he put the computer on Wen Sheng's lap Let go, and escape into the bathroom.

/ / /

Pu Zhen's computer desktop is very clean, and the names of the folders are also clear at a glance.Wen Sheng had read all of Pu Zhen's manuscripts, and he took it for granted that the document with an unfamiliar title should be Pu Zhen's newly recorded dance.Therefore, with little effort, he saw aLIEz at the top at a glance.

How could Wen Sheng be unfamiliar with the Divine Comedy of Nuclear Explosion? He was just a little surprised. He didn't expect Pu Zhen to pick this song.The higher the popularity of a piece of music, the easier it is for the choreography to attract some weird criticisms.Wen Sheng instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his hand turned on the video before his brain.

There is no familiar prelude in the earphones, the scene on the screen is an empty dance room, the area is larger than the two rooms of the O group, Pu Zhen stands in the middle, not looking at the camera.

In the picture, Pu Zhen is wearing slim long-sleeved trousers, no shoes, and his hair is shorter than now, and his facial features look much greener than now.

This is obviously nothing new.

The education he had received since he was a child told Wen Sheng that he should quickly quit at this moment, talk to Pu Zhen after he came out, and then apologize to him—whether Pu Zhen cared or not.But he couldn't lift a finger, as if he had been frozen in the snow for a long time and was out of his control.Most of Pu Zhen's face was revealed in the mirror on the screen, and his eyes in the mirror made Wen Sheng froze.

Whether it's joy or anger, Wen Sheng can't find any factors that can be called emotions in it, and he can't imagine how a person can have such empty eyes.

It wasn't until nearly half a minute passed that Wen Sheng regained a sense of familiarity from the vocal, and recognized that it was an equally famous lyrical version of aLIEz.Although not as hot-blooded as the original version, it still makes people get goosebumps.The sparse piano sound and vocals are perfectly coordinated, and the high-pitched part is clearly shocking to the soul, but the whole song is always filled with a kind of despair that dies in silence.

Pu Zhen used this piece to compose a pure ballet.

Wen Sheng was not born in ballet, so he could barely call out the names of several hand positions and movements, but he could tell that Pu Zhen did not deliberately show off any skills in this dance.Wen Sheng even had an illusion, as if Pu Zhen didn't deliberately choreograph the movements, but just improvised.As the vocals reached the climax, Pu Zhen's eyes were no longer blank as they were at the beginning.Love and pain are like lovers, intertwined to death and torn apart like enemies, they melt into each other's flesh and blood, and pass it on to Wen Sheng through Pu Zhen's eyes—the one who glanced at the camera in Pu Zhen's eyes. moment.

Wen Sheng suffocated on the spot, as if his whole body was tightly clenched, his pulse, heartbeat, and breathing all stopped at that moment.

As a Zhenfu master, no matter what music it is, Wen Sheng can vaguely outline the outline of the dance when listening to it.Everyone is an independent individual, which is why there are already enough versions of some songs, and Wen Sheng can still make up his own version.But after he watched Pu Zhen's version, he suddenly realized strongly that he should never be able to choreograph this dance.

It's not a matter of style, it's that he can't make it up.

To shake an audience from the bottom of its soul, unless the dancer himself puts more into the dance.Pu Zhen performed this dance with his own life and soul, and completely conquered Wen Sheng, making him believe that the choreography of this piece should be like this, and there will be no second version.

The music was about to end, but Wen Sheng was still immersed in it, and before he could get out of it, he sat in place as if his soul had come out of his body.

In the picture, Pu Zhen seems to have exhausted his last bit of strength, kneeling on the floor fiercely.

The bgm was added later, but the moment Pu Zhen's knees touched the ground, Wen Sheng felt that he really heard a heavy muffled sound.

/ / /

Pu Zhen washed up slowly, reckoning that even if Wen Sheng had to cycle it once, he would have finished it, so he went back to the living room.

This mashup* that made it resound with Sweet Devil was accidentally turned out by Pu Zhen, the tune is well mixed, when Pu Zhen listens to it, he always thinks of the dance that he and Wen Sheng had a sudden hit on that day.It is said that it was recorded impromptu on a whim, but it also hides a little bit of his selfishness.He has always been aware of his state, and he guessed that Wen Sheng would like this impromptu, but he was afraid that Wen Sheng would boast wildly, so he avoided it under the pretext of washing up.But he never thought that he would see Wen Sheng's reaction after he came out.

It's like being sucked out of the soul.

The smile on Pu Zhen's face froze immediately, instinctively having a bad premonition.Pu Zhen approached him slowly, but stopped when he was about one meter away from Wen Rise - he saw the frozen picture on the screen.

Like a ladle of water mixed with ice being poured over the head, the heart that had been warmed all night instantly fell into an ice cellar.

On the screen, 18-year-old Pu Zhen is curled up on the ground like a homeless man on the street, covering his face with his hands, watching his life and death unknown.

*mashup: Two or more songs are fused into a new song.