Reborn Playboy

After class in the afternoon, Ye Quan ran to the school gate alone. The driver at home, Old Wei, was already waiting outside. Seeing Ye Quan approaching, Old Wei raised his hand and waved at Ye Quan vigorously.

"Uncle Wei, have you bought the fan?" Ye Quan ran over.

"Master, the fans are all ready, can you see if it's what you want?" Old Wei handed over a delicate box, Ye Quan just told Old Wei to buy him some antique ones, definitely not for square dancing with lace Fan, I didn't expect to buy such an expensive one.

Ye Quan, who is used to living a frugal life, secretly smiled at himself. Now that he was reborn 20 years ago, he is no longer used to his previous extravagant life.

Ye Quan opened the box, which was worth a lot of money at first glance, and the rich fragrance of ink came to his face. The inside of the box was made of soft mats made of silk, and four fans were neatly placed on it. Ye Quan opened them one by one, It was indeed the antique fan he wanted. The four fans depicted the four colors of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum respectively. They had the charm of ancient literati and refined scholars, as if they would become romantics just by holding them in their hands.

After dinner in the afternoon, before evening self-study, Ye Quan went to the dance classroom by himself. Although the dance was not difficult, he also skipped it, but after all, it was too long and some parts were hard to remember, so he practiced alone in advance to find the feeling Better.

There were four fans of plum blossom, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Ye Quan picked out a plum blossom fan by himself, pressed the play button of the CD player, pulled a chair and sat in front of the mirror wall, which was completely covered with mirrors in the dance classroom.

The memories that have passed for a long time in the impression surfaced with the flow of music. The memories from many years later seem to have been integrated into the body. When the long song sounds, the limbs of the body seem to have memories. The lyrics dance.

The paper fan slowly opened, and he danced alone under the fan surface printed and dyed by Qingliangxuemei. Someone once said that people would have different feelings when they were in their teens and when they were in their 20s. Doing a fan dance when you are young will have a different feeling from dancing a fan dance many years later.

In my 20s, my mind gradually matured, and the huge changes in my living environment made a fan dance show more of a kind of loneliness and poignancy that no one can understand. Now, although I am back in my teens, I am already 30. Hidden in his mind are secrets that only he knows, including depression, contradictions, longings and hopes.

The pieces of words that cannot be uttered can only be expressed by the body and limbs, in the melodious and delicate piano music, between the low eyebrows between the opening and closing of the paper fan.

Although the song is over, the aftertaste has never dissipated.

"You look pretty decent when you're short and tall."

If you are so vicious, you don’t need to look back to know who is coming, Ye Quan put away his fan: "There is half an hour left before the evening self-study time, why did the monitor come here?"

"Who taught you this dance?" Chen Jiashu walked over directly.

"I saw it on TV by chance." Ye Quan said casually.

Chen Jiashu didn't continue to ask, he pulled up a chair and sat down, and saw some fans on the ground nearby, he stood up again and walked over to look through them.

Ye Quan said: "Squad leader, you should pick a fan first."

"Where are the plum blossoms?"

"I'll take the plum blossoms, and I have three orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums left," Ye Quan offered to suggest, "When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. Bring a golden armour. How imposing, how about the squad leader, take this chrysanthemum fan." Within a few years, the word chrysanthemum will have a new interpretation, but Chen Jiashu doesn't know it now, and Ye Quan doesn't. I can only entertain myself.

"You can also read poetry." Glancing at Ye Quan, Chen Jiashu played with the chrysanthemum fan in his hand for a few times and didn't put it down. It seemed that he was about to take down the fan. About Su Tianan, why are you still playing with Su Tianan after hearing what your father said?"

Ye Quan didn't expect Chen Jiashu to mention this suddenly. He sat on the ground and leaned against the mirror: "Su Tianan and I are classmates and roommates at the same table. We didn't do anything illegal when we played together. What am I afraid of?"

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"Aren't you afraid that he will implicate you?" Chen Jiashu continued to ask.

Ye Quan said with a smile: "The squad leader doesn't play with Su Tianan because he is afraid that he will hurt you?"

Chen Jiashu shook his head, opened and closed the fan, and said slowly: "His father is not simple, and he...is not simple either."