Lugar will never forget the summer vacation when he was 10 years old in his whole life.

For as long as he could remember, there had been endless arguments in the house.His father didn't come home, his mother shed tears, and other children grew up amid laughter and laughter, but what he observed from their parents was cold war, indifference, and hysteria.

His mother always lamented that he was too introverted and withdrawn, so she took him to various interest classes, intentionally cultivated his hobbies, and let him play with other children.

But he couldn't fit in at all.

Whenever his mother stroked his hair worriedly and said-Xiaojun, how can you do this?Can't you be happier?You look at other children, they are all smiling, why can't you smile more?

He wanted to ask—what example did their parents set for them, and what example did you and Dad set for me?

The disharmony in the family has long been imperceptible and has penetrated into Luge's blood. He seems to have no emotion, and is completely indifferent to everything around him. He stays in his own world and doesn't care about anyone or anything.

Until his mother sent him to a children's dance class.

When he sat on the floor with many children for the first time and watched the teacher dance, he felt that it was no different from the interest classes he had attended before. He couldn't learn painting, calligraphy, martial arts, guzheng, and dancing was the same.

But with the ups and downs of the music and the rush of the teacher's dance steps, his eyes gradually became focused from the initial wandering, and his heart became inexplicably hot, as if something was beating there.

For the first time, he felt the strong emotional emotion of "heart longing".

"Xiaojun is very talented, and he learns too fast!"

"Xiao Jun has a strong comprehension ability and is very hardworking. I can see that he really likes to dance."

"Xiaojun's physical condition is very good, he was born for dancing!"

"He will definitely be a great dancer in the future!"

The praise of the teachers is like the turbulent sunshine at the beginning of spring, pouring out, drowning the huge shadow cast by his family.As his mother wished, he gradually became willing to communicate with others and no longer had an expressionless face.

Dancing took up a lot of his time, but his grades were better than in the past, and he even ran for the study committee member in the class for the first time.

With the summer vacation approaching, he originally planned to use the two long months to practice dancing with his teacher.But his mother squatted in front of him, looking at him expectantly, and said in an almost begging tone: "Xiaojun, can you go back to Baiyuan Town with your mother during the summer vacation? We went back together."

He was stunned.

Baiyuan Town is a very small place, and he has never found it on a simple map.But it was also my mother's hometown.

He lowered his head, a little tangled.

If you want to ask your heart, he is naturally unwilling to go back.Baiyuan Town is his mother's hometown, but not his hometown. He has never met his grandfather, grandmother, or brothers and sisters, and he doesn't really want to see them.He just wants to hurry up and practice dancing and become a real dancer.

But a few days ago, my father went home, and a fierce dispute broke out with my mother.His mother cried heart-rendingly. He hid behind the door and watched for a long time, feeling sorry for her.

It was his mother who let him find the dance, and now his mother made a small request to him, and he really couldn't bear to refuse.

He gritted his teeth, finally hugged his mother, and whispered: "Mom, don't be sad because of Dad, I will accompany you home."

In early summer, the yellow horned trees in Baiyuan Town cover the sky and the sun, and the cicadas sing.

Lugar felt that the town was not as bad as he thought, and there was an event he had never seen in the city-a community talent show.

Children and teenagers sang and danced on the empty dam. They wore cheap but exaggerated costumes and funny heavy makeup. One group hadn't finished performing yet, and the other group couldn't wait to get on stage.

There are always many adults around the simple stage, dancing here, you never have to worry about no audience.

His heart was itchy, and after seeing it twice, he also wanted to sign up to show off his dancing skills.But his old-fashioned grandfather thought it was indecent to dance in public.

It wasn't the first time my grandfather had criticized dancing to his face.Ever since he found out that his mother had enrolled him in a dance class in the city, his grandfather's face collapsed, he scolded his mother and scolded his father.

He didn't like his grandfather, and when he saw this stubborn old man, he took a detour.

One day, the community talent show will start again.

He put on his coolest outfit and was about to go out—this time he was ready and going to perform an impromptu performance on stage—but his grandfather stopped him.

"Where are you going?" Grandfather said with a sullen face, "Going to see that unpopular show again?"

He usually never fights hard with his grandfather, but suddenly he became angry because he "can't be on stage", and blurted out: "I not only want to watch, I also want to be on stage!"

Grandfather just slapped his hands, "How dare you! You are not allowed to go out!"

He had never been beaten, his mother always spoke softly to him, and his father always called him "Baby".

Grandfather chased after him with a broom, "Come back!"

Anger was burning in his heart, he just wanted to get rid of his grandfather quickly, and ran very fast, but he didn't know that just after turning a street, a van rushed towards him and killed him.

His pupils constricted, and he heard a sharp brake sound.

It's all over.

There was a sharp pain in that dexterous leg, and then it slowly became as if it was separated from the body, warm and sticky blood flowed out, submerging him in a pool of blood.

He opened his eyes and looked at the shaking sky, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.He didn't dare to lower his head, nor did he dare to think about what happened.

After the blank noise subsided, he heard his grandfather's shout, his mother's cry, the sound of an ambulance, and the sighs of the onlookers.

There is also the festive music on the empty dam across the street.

He should have been one of them, he should have enjoyed the applause at center stage...

His consciousness became fuzzy, and he felt as if he had fallen asleep, but the sound of the rolling wheels of the push bed woke him up again.

"Mom." He looked at the woman who seemed to be crying all the time, "I... what's wrong with me?"

The mother's voice was hoarse, "The doctor will operate on you right away, and you will be fine!"

"my leg……"

"Will be fine!"

Soon after entering the operating room, he lost consciousness, and when he regained consciousness, he could not move his right leg.

For a moment, he thought he had been amputated, but when he looked down, his right leg was still where he could see it.

A young doctor appeared in the ward after a while and asked him how he was feeling. The doctor was surnamed Guan and spoke standard Mandarin.

He asked anxiously, "Will my legs be okay?"

Doctor Guan said with a smile: "Of course it will be fine, but you have a tumor on your leg, and you will have another operation after a while."

He was nervous, "Cut off the tumor, me, can I stand up?"

"Yes, don't worry."

"Is it okay to walk?"

"It's no different from normal people."

"What about dancing? Can I still dance?"

Hearing this question, Dr. Guan frowned for the first time, "Do you like dancing?"

He trembled: "I want to be a dancer in the future!"

Doctor Guan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and after a while he only said, "You just finished the operation, take a good rest."

Although he was still young, he felt strong anxiety from Doctor Guan's expression.He kept asking his mother, "Mom, can my legs still dance?"

His mother's eyes were red, and she hugged him, "Xiaojun, it's all mother's fault."

He stared blankly, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that the operation was a success, and the doctor saved his leg. As long as he rests well, he can walk like an ordinary person in the future, but dancing is impossible, and his legs can no longer bear the burden of dancing.

He can no longer be a dancer.

He seems to have returned to the dark and damp cave in the past, there is no light, no hope, and there is only a dull life around him. He is huddled in the corner, his heart seems to be moldy, and it is quietly rotting away.

The second surgery is different from the first in that it is performed under local anesthesia.The anesthetist's needle stuck in his spine, and after a short period of pain, he lost consciousness from the waist down, but his mind was very clear.

He knew that the doctors cut his leg, and he could even smell the burnt flesh from the hemostat, but he only had a very dull sense of pressure.He was terrified and tears welled up in his eyes.

The operation did not go well. The tumor hidden in his right leg was not completely removed, and a third operation was needed.

Autumn is here and winter is not far away.

He hadn't walked on the ground for a long time.

After the third operation, the specialist from the city told his mother clearly that his right leg was very fragile and might leave blemishes, and he could not perform strenuous exercises such as dancing and running for a long time.

He heard their conversation, and felt in a daze that there was nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this world.

But in late autumn, a girl suddenly appeared in front of him.

That day, the weather was particularly good, and his mother pushed him to bask in the sun on the terrace. He heard a familiar music, and suddenly looked into the corridor.

It was his best dance, and he saw himself still dancing it in his dreams many times.

"Zhenzhen is here again." Mother asked tentatively, "Do you want to see her?"

He stared intently at the direction the music was coming from—although from his perspective, he couldn't see anything.

"Who is Zhenzhen?" he asked.

The mother said: "It's the daughter of Aunt Yang Fang, who often comes to treat patients..."

Mother lowered her voice, afraid of touching his sore spot, "Dance for the patient."

His heart beat faster, "I want to see!"

"I've wanted you to get to know Zhenzhen a long time ago." Nurse Yang Fang smiled brightly, holding a small stereo in her hand, "You are about the same age and have the same hobbies, so you must have a lot of common topics."

Lu Ge looked at the girl in front of him without blinking. The sun shone on her like a beautiful veil. She stepped on the happy point, her figure was light, like a spotless fairy.

This is the music he is familiar with, but the girl dances a completely different dance from him.He seemed to be alive again, the heart stopped rotting, and the mildew spots no longer spread.

At the end of the song, the girl walked up to him with a smile and held out her hand to him, "Hello, my name is Shi Lizhen, I know you, and you are a little younger than me."

He hesitated for a while, then slowly held the hand, "Hi, hello, my name is Lu Yongjun."

After that, he often saw Shi Lizhen in the hospital. He also knew from his mother that Shi Lizhen had learned dance for many years and brought a lot of happiness to the patients. He was a little celebrity in the hospital.

Under the warm winter sun, Shi Lizhen and Lu Ge stayed in the cleanest corner of the hospital.

Although it was winter, both of them had a bottle of soda on hand.Shi Lizhen had just finished dancing and was doing her homework on the stone table. Lu Ge was also doing calculations to help her find the wrong questions.

"You are so smart!" Shi Lizhen said with a smile: "How did your head grow? You are stronger than our monitor!"

He shook his head, "Not very smart either."

"Don't be humble!"

"No."

The two children chatted one after another until Yang Fang rushed over and shouted, "Zhenzhen, come home!"

Shi Lizhen studies in a nearby elementary school and visits the hospital two or three times a week.He looked forward to her coming every day, and when watching her dance, his heart was extraordinarily peaceful, as if he was dancing.

The teacher praised him for his talent, but in his eyes, Shi Lizhen was even more talented.He began to try to convince himself that he could no longer dance.

Knowing his situation, Shi Lizhen often praised him for being smart and envied his intelligence, "You can definitely get into a good university!"

I don't know whether Shi Lizhen's dance steps comforted him or Shi Lizhen's words comforted him, he gradually thought about it, and even put his own dream on Shi Lizhen.

"Do you want to be a dancer?" He asked Shi Lizhen solemnly.

"Think about it!" Shi Lizhen's eyes were bright, "I'm going to participate in a competition in the city at the end of the year, and I should win a prize. Then I will participate in many competitions and become a real dancer!"

He sighed softly, feeling that he had finally let go.What did it matter if he couldn't become a dancer if someone had inherited his dream?

He will actively cooperate with the doctor to make his right leg recover quickly and walk like ordinary people.

He is very smart, if he studies hard, he can be admitted to a good university as Shi Lizhen said.

"What about you?" Shi Lizhen asked, "What do you want to be in the future?"

"I..." He thought for a long time, then closed his eyes.

When he saw Shi Lizhen dancing for the first time, he felt that she was different from other dancers. She seemed to be telling a fascinating story with her dance steps, and she was not just dancing.

"I want to be a person who can write stories." He said: "I write stories, and you dance the stories I wrote."

Shi Lizhen said in surprise, "Good!"

At the end of the year, Shi Lizhen really won No.1 in the competition in the city, and he was as happy as if he had won the prize.

Everything is developing in a good direction, winter and spring come, and he can finally walk with a cane.

When Shi Lizhen didn't come to the hospital, he went to the primary school to find Shi Lizhen on crutches.Shi Lizhen is also very popular at school, surrounded by many classmates.

But Shi Lizhen never ignored him because he had many friends. She took him for a walk on campus, invited him to eat the beans cooked by the proprietress herself, and danced for him.

He didn't know how to repay Shi Lizhen, as if he knew nothing but lecturing.

After thinking about it, he bought a doll with the money he saved and gave it to Shi Lizhen.

"So cute!" Shi Lizhen hugged the doll happily, "Thank you, Xiaojun!"

He was full of joy and hope, thinking that he was about to get better, and that after they both became adults, he and Shi Lizhen would become an excellent pair of partners.

But later he realized that those beautiful thoughts were not dreams that could be realized at all, but fantasies that could be broken instantly.

Shi Lizhen died, stung to death by a swarm of wasps in a field of rapeseed flowers in full bloom.

The doll he gave to Shi Lizhen lay next to Shi Lizhen, and the light-colored cloth was covered with mud.

It was night when Shi Lizhen was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and he had just finished his rehabilitation.Yang Fang ran past him disheveled, and he heard the rumbling of the pulleys on the bed again—just like the day of the car accident.

Behind Yang Fang was a crying little girl with two braids and her face was already blurred.

He guessed that it might be Shi Lizhen's younger sister, Shi Limiao.

Yang Fang has two daughters, but only her sister Shi Lizhen often comes to the hospital.It was through Shi Lizhen that he learned of Shi Limiao's existence.

Shi Lizhen loves this younger sister very much, saying that her younger sister is introverted, doesn't like to communicate with others, and hardly talks to others at school. As an older sister, she has the responsibility to enlighten her younger sister so that she can grow up healthy and healthy.

But now, Shi Lizhen is the one who can't grow up.

At night, the doctor pronounced Shi Lizhen dead after rescue efforts failed.

He fell into a long blank, unable to believe that Shi Lizhen, who had visited him in the hospital the day before yesterday, was no longer alive.

There were heart-piercing cries in the corridor. Yang Fang, who used to always laugh at Yan Yan, collapsed to the ground, and Shi Limiao stood by the wall, weeping silently.

He witnessed all this, as if watching a silent film.

Suddenly, he saw a doctor hurrying past with a doll.That was the doll he gave Shi Lizhen!

He wanted to call the doctor, but couldn't make a sound, so he had to follow with difficulty.The doctor walked too fast, he couldn't catch up, and finally cried out in a low voice after falling down.

The world seemed to be turned upside down day and night, until dawn, he still felt that he was dreaming.

But Shi Lizhen, the girl who danced like she was telling a story, had really left.

"Xiaoge." His mother patted him on the back tenderly, comforting him clumsily.

But he couldn't listen to a word, he was in a daze, and said to himself: "Doll..."

He wanted to get back Shi Lizhen's doll, which was a gift he gave Shi Lizhen, but now it has become a relic.

The police came to the hospital, and many people were discussing wasp stings. He thought painfully—why Shi Lizhen?Why did the wasps kill Shi Lizhen?

He remembered that the doctor who took the doll went up to the fourth floor, and he was able to walk without crutches, but it was not convenient for him to move.

Standing in the corner of the 4th floor, he was about to search one by one, but caught a familiar figure.

It's Shi Limiao.

Unlike when she was crying beside Yang Fang, Shi Limiao looked like another person at this time, with no trace of sadness on her face, but an unconcealable ecstasy, which made her—a little girl—look gloomy. murderous look.

He felt a chill welling up from the soles of his feet, but for a moment he didn't realize why.

Shi Limiao didn't see him.

But he saw clearly what Shi Limiao was holding.

It was the doll he gave Shi Lizhen.

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