red dust under the lamp

"Ms. Xie usually doesn't live in Pingdu. The air is good, but the place is remote and not prosperous enough. She usually walks around in Shenzhen, and she comes to Pingdu to pay respects to her ancestors... When this happened, Ms. Xie's acquaintances refused to see her." , live here... Ah, let me tell you, you must remember, don't talk about dancing in front of Miss Xie, it's a pity, don't talk too much." Secretary Zhang told her like an old lady.But speaking of it, he looked down at his watch after just two or three sentences, as if he was in a hurry to meet someone, so he purposely explained all the precautions in detail, so that she would not ask later and cause trouble for herself.

Ning Jue planned to take a good look at the rich people's furnishings as soon as he entered the door, but after entering the door, he turned around the screen of flowers, birds, fish and insects, and at the back, at the entrance of the stairs leading to the second floor, stood a huge pot of dripping water Guanyin.

A huge brass leopard is hidden under the wide leaves of Guanyin, crouching in the green, staring at the visitor with emerald eyes.

It seemed that he was about to spread his legs and rush towards Ning Jue to prey on her.

With little experience, it was the first time she saw a leopard hunter. The color of brass was bright and he stared at her.

Ning Jue has seen the ones with Suan Ni, Guan Gong, Buddha statues for Guanyin, the Virgin Mary, crosses, and beast heads at home. This is the first time for Leopard. Get off your horse.

Suddenly there were a few short drumbeats from upstairs.

bang—bang bang—boom bang bang—

From shallow to deep, from far to near, it sounded like thunder, and Secretary Zhang's face changed: "I'll go and see!"

Lifting his suit pants, two gray socks were exposed. He strode forward and jumped up a dozen steps in three or four steps. Ning Jue followed behind, touched the brass leopard, and knocked on the top of his head a few times in revenge. That turned out to be solid.

Secretary Zhang is talking to someone.

"I'll help you up, don't do this next time you're alone at home."

"Nanny? What? Do I need it? Do I need it?"

It was a woman's voice.

It was already clear in his mind that the one speaking with a suppressed voice was Xie Yichen.

She wasn't going to see it.

Ning Jue looked left and right, looked at the scenery in the corridor on the second floor, there was nothing to say, turned around and went downstairs, only to see a huge color photo hanging on the wall diagonally opposite the leopard, but upon closer inspection it was not a photo, it was an oil painting, it was a The female dancer in a blue dress stretches her arms in the dark, like a butterfly fluttering on the quiet water, elegant and soft.

In the face of the woman in the oil painting, she almost thought it was Xie Yichen, after all, her face was too young...but soon she realized that it was Ms. Xie.

It seems to have made a specimen of my young self and put it there, like a rare butterfly.

She took a second look, and a few moments flashed in her mind, assuming that Ms. Xie was her mother—then her mind was fuzzy, and she couldn't assume anything. She just felt that if she was also Ms. Xie's child, then She may also be frozen as a specimen and hung on a huge ornate wall.

She pushed open the bathroom door, judging from the toiletries that there were at most two permanent residents here.In a way, it means that Ms. Xie didn't go to another orphanage to bring back a girl who was unique enough after she escaped.She smiled, looked at herself in the mirror, and then hated her hypocrisy, picked up a toothbrush and daubed the mirror.

The bathroom smells the same as the outside, a soft and indescribable aroma, branding this place with a sacred and pious mark.

Holy to whom?To whom?Ning Jue was surprised by her intuition, Secretary Zhang suddenly called her: "Ning Jue, come here."

There is a short introduction:

"This is Miss Xie Yichen, you already know her. Miss Xie, this is Ning Jue."

Secretary Zhang was making an introduction between them. When talking, Ning Jue could only see Secretary Zhang's back. When she was bored thinking about how to quit, Secretary Zhang stepped back, showing Xie Yichen and Ning Jue to each other. .

The curtain opened, and there were two exaggerated crystal lights strung together above the head.

There is no doubt about the blood relationship between Xie Yichen and Ms. Xie. Even if she is a niece, she can tell that she is her own daughter.Ning Jue didn't pile up all kinds of adjectives in his mind, the descriptions had already caught up - poor.

When Xie Yichen had no blood on her body, her eyebrows and eyes were calm and calm. She was pure and elegant enough so that people would not ignore her dancing posture just because of her appearance. Because of her long-term dance practice, she has a strong temperament and a dignified expression. Something seems to be stuck on her wrist. A rough red mark was scratched.

Pity her, a well-crafted and perfect person who is sitting in a wheelchair.

He bowed a head lower than Ning Jue out of thin air.

How would Xie Yichen examine her appearance?Ning Jue didn't take a good look at herself, she only knew that she wasn't ugly, if she went out and smiled at a man, he would definitely not think she was a sales lady.

However, Xie Yichen didn't see other people's beauty. Ning Jue stood here with a 50-year-old thick-handed and thick-footed woman. There was only one category, and that was the nanny who came to take care of her—when did she need a nanny?

If she can't stand up with one pair of legs, is she a cripple?

She wants to stand up, she wants to get up and dance, kick out Zhang San Li Si who was replaced by the dance troupe, let herself stand in the center of the stage, let herself move the heart, let herself say goodbye to Xu Xian, let herself become a fairy, become a god , being praised and remembered by others... But all of this has become a passing cloud, and I can't even hide my sadness, and my aunt still needs to arrange a nanny for her?

looking at her?To prevent her from thinking about suicide?Or is it urging her to cut out the big event of dancing from the flesh to the marrow within three days, and then quickly forget about it all?

But she would not anger the nanny, she stared at Ning Jue.

Ning Jue once again saw a restrained and bright hostility. It was Xie Yichen who gave her this expression last time. Ning Jue had already been vaccinated against malicious eyes, so she didn't care, and she didn't plan to stay for a long time.

Secretary Zhang began to speak: "Alright, Ning Jue, what you have to do is..."

"I don't need a nanny." Xie Yichen said, she reversed her wheelchair and moved to the open door, which turned out to be a huge dance studio. Secretary Zhang took the lead to go there, locked the door and put the key in her hand: "You You can no longer enter the dance studio, I have taken the key, and I will give it to your aunt."

He naturally put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, flipped it lightly, turned the position, and opened the other door with his shoulders. It was a bedroom—compared to the spacious and sunny dance room, there was It's like a prison.

Xie Yichen became angry: "I can go by myself!"

"I'll take you back."

"No! Let go!"

But to no avail, she is like a shopping cart placed in a shopping mall, with a single tick, she is placed within the prescribed range within the red line. Although she can still move herself, she is controlled by others.

There was Ning Jue staring behind him, and Ning Jue suddenly thought of Xie Yichen's words: "Let me die!"

She folded her arms and planned to leave, but there was a pang of sympathy in her chest, and she didn't realize it herself, so she held sympathy and said softly: "If you want to die, just ask God for mercy, there is no one in your life." It's useless to force something."

It sounds like sarcasm.

But this is sincere, she wanders around the streets, eats and sleeps all rely on God's grace, she can see openly, her mind is light, and the reminder is just to make Xie Yichen look away as soon as possible, don't be obsessed, after all, she fantasizes that she can still stand up every day Dance, the emotional color is too sad.

The most important thing is that it is very pitiful.

"You fart—" Xie Yichen swears, then turns around and scolds her severely.

After scolding, Secretary Zhang and Xie Yichen were shocked. Xie Yichen's face was livid, as if what he spit out was not a child's dirty word from the heart, but some dirty vomit.

But Ning Jue listened to a lot of swear words, her immunity was [-]%, and she didn’t even think about it. She replied, “You’re the one who farts. Don’t be brave there, I usually don’t scold people and you don’t scold me, I’m kind, if you do it next time I’ll smash your wheelchair.”

After she finished speaking, she thought to herself that, when Secretary Zhang heard it, she would definitely not be hired as a nanny, and she would be sent back, and she would have nothing to do with Xie's family after scolding her.

Once she thought of this, she smiled, clasped her hands together, bowed reverently in all directions, and turned her head to go downstairs.

Xie Yichen's voice came from upstairs: "Have I seen you?"

Ning Jue froze, raised her head, spoke softly, and pretended: "It should be. If you see someone squatting in the garbage dump to blackmail elementary school students, it will be me."

This is nonsense.

Then she stepped over the brass lion and left, Xie Yichen didn't say anything else.