dance dance let me up

Du Ye returned to his seat amid applause, but did not sit down.

Heartbeat is still fast.

The whole body was hot, and the sweat slowly poured out at this time.

He rubbed his palms, breathed slowly, adjusted his state, and commented secretly.

I feel that if I persist for another 20 seconds, it should not be a big problem.

So now his infinite a flight has reached one and a half minutes?

There are only 30 seconds left to record the strongest physical fitness?

Does that mean that my recovery in all aspects is not far from the peak state of history?

Of course Du Ye wanted to return to his peak state as soon as possible.

It's not what kind of championships and medals he wants to win by relying on this peak strength, but only when he reaches the peak can he continue to create a new future on this basis and go to the front of hip-hop.

At this time, Sheng Yao got up, handed over a tissue, and said proudly and distressedly to him: "Then why do you work so hard? It's almost enough."

Du Ye took the paper and wiped it on his face casually, and replied casually, "I just danced casually, I didn't work hard."

Sheng Yao was speechless, pinched the tissue he had wiped and said helplessly, "Okay, you're amazing, let's go. I think it's almost time now, are you ready to go?"

Du Ye asked, "What time is it?"

Sheng Yao said, "It's almost eleven o'clock."

Du Ye thought about it and nodded, "That's fine."

So much for the initial communication.Just get to know it, and show the superficial things yourself, so that the members will not always have inexplicable pressure on these super-class dance troupes, thinking that they are practicing dance in what kind of high-end environment.

In fact, they still have long legs to eat and drink, and they have to go to the ground to practice dancing. No matter how hard you work, you will gain no more than them.

If you want to break the god in your heart, you must first understand that this "god" is no different from them. Just because you started earlier, it doesn't mean you can't surpass it.

Du Ye felt that the heat was about the same, so he asked Sheng Yao to inform everyone that Lan Qing would come forward to say goodbye to the other party.

Reluctantly, Park Jinxi approached Sheng Yao and said, "Can we make a long-term exchange arrangement?"

Sheng Yao raised his eyebrows: "You mean exchange students?"

Park Jinxi nodded, looked at Du Ye at the same time, and asked, "For example, Du's students, I welcome them here."

Sheng Yao's black face: "Sorry, Du Ye doesn't have any students yet."

Park Jinxi said: "Then can he come over to communicate?"

"..." You have such a big face, should I give you the person directly.

Sheng Yao didn't agree, and Du Ye also felt that now is not a good time to communicate.

Their studio has only just been established, and the second generation has not risen yet. Even their "fivelong" has many imperfections. Now is the time for centralized management, and it is even more impossible to study and train separately.

So it is impossible to agree now.

Another three years, maybe.

Pu Jinxi was disappointed that he couldn't get talents from Du Ye. He sent them all the way downstairs and into the car. Then he opened the door and got into the passenger cab of Du Ye and Sheng Yao.

Sheng Yao:? ? ?

Park Jin-hee said, "Hi, Du, I'm a tour guide now."

Du Ye: ...

This brown candy is simply irresistible.

However, with Park Jinxi behind him, traveling in Smecta is still much easier.

He took them to lunch, which was a hot pot like a hodgepodge of seafood, with the miso that the Smecta people liked very much, and the taste was unexpectedly good.

At least these northerners like Shengyao like to eat.

In the afternoon, I took them to visit the ancient city, which is the former imperial city of Smecta, which is a must-see point when traveling to Smecta.

Park Jinhee can say it well, normally he is also a cheerful and outgoing sunny man, and the relationship with "fivelong" is getting closer, and everyone's talking and laughing are a little bit presumptuous.

Because he wasn't too clingy to Du Ye, Sheng Yao's attitude towards him was much better.

Sheng Yao said: "When we cooperated in China, Park Jin Hee is like this now. He looks normal and has a character that makes friends easily. Who knew that he would become so strange when he returned to the Congress, as if he had untied the strange seal. ..."

Du Ye thought about it, probably since he returned to his own territory, he didn't need to pretend.

They wandered to the side of the ancient city, and there was actually a crew filming an ancient costume TV series. The crew of a hundred people surrounded a field, and in the middle were actors wearing ancient costumes from the Smecta Kingdom.

Park Jinxi stood outside and took a look, then bent down and got in, obviously someone who knew the crew.

His arrival caused a sensation. In the country of Smecta, a star like Park Jinxi even had a higher status than some well-known film and television actors in the country of Hua.

Park Jinxi waved to them enthusiastically and let them go in to watch the filming. After they went in, he persuaded Sheng Yao and others to play a cameo role.

Of course Sheng Yao would not agree.

This kind of cross-border cooperation, even if it is a friendship starring, some procedures are very troublesome to go through.The most important thing...it may not be broadcast yet, it is thankless and meaningless.

But Park Jin Hee didn't care, he just said that he wanted to play a guest role, and asked everyone to wait for him, so he happily changed his clothes.

How can I really go.

Park Jinxi enthusiastically accompanied him all the way, even if it was for international etiquette, he could only wait.

Sheng Yao explained from the side: "Smecta's entertainment industry is clearly and strictly divided. Even if Park Jinhee plays a guest role, he will have very few scenes. Otherwise, he will have to file a tax report. We have to wait. It won't be long."

However, this wait was another two hours.

Park Jinxi is not an actor in Smecta, he is a star on stage, and his commercial value is much higher than that of film and television drama stars. He is willing to guest star in this TV series. The whole crew is like Chinese New Year.Although it was only a few words to show his face, it took more than an hour to do the makeup. The makeup was meticulous, the costumes were complicated, and he looked handsome when he came out.

"fivelong" is also very interesting to watch, and the sky is slightly dark before you know it.

After filming, Park Jin Hee brought the director over and said, "Let's have dinner together tonight, our director will treat you."

This is... getting more and more complicated.

Do as the Romans do, the director took the main actors and crew members of the play, and found two nanny cars, loaded them all together, and went back to the city for dinner.

Eating with these people from the entertainment industry, the atmosphere is a bit different.

For the sake of international relations, drinking wine, exchanging pleasantries and joking is simply entertainment.

Du Ye and Wu Yijun, who was also young, didn't drink much, but the others didn't drink less.

Deng Xiaodan was even a little drunk, walking staggeringly.

In other words, I don't understand the language, so how do I drink it?

Probably, it is because of the language barrier, so there is no need to talk nonsense, just raise the glass and start drinking.

After the banquet was over, Du Ye clung to Sheng Yao who was a little drunk, and after saying goodbye, he accompanied him to the car waiting at the door.

Who knew that in the next second, Park Jinxi sat in next to him.

The three of them didn't sit in the front co-pilot, but they were all squeezed in the back, and even the driver was taken aback.

Park Jinxi's drunken fox eyes became more and more slender, and he smiled at Du Ye very charmingly. Then he pressed the window of the car and waved goodbye to the crew outside the car.

The taxi started, and the car was quiet for a while.

Park Jinxi didn't speak, Sheng Yao was trapped by the shaking of the car, he didn't know when he took a long breath and stopped moving.

Du Ye leaned on the back of the chair and wanted to close his eyes to rest, when Park Jinxi whispered in his ear: "You can understand Smecta, right? I know, but you can understand it."

Du Ye frowned slightly, and turned his head to look.

In the past few days, Park Jinxi has been pestering them very much.Du Ye didn't believe that he was a naturally hospitable person, so he must be doing something.

Is the answer finally revealed now?

After Park Jinxi finished speaking, she looked at Du Ye with a smile.

The drunken man's eyes were blurred, and the red eye ends were faintly visible under the night lights, and his lips were red and moist, as if he had a neutral beauty that could not distinguish between men and women.

In other words, Park Jin Hee is not a beauty in the traditional sense, but he does have a unique charm. Dance enhances his temperament and is very aggressive.

Du Ye suddenly realized that although they are both men, they also need "great defense".

This was the first time that Park Jinxi gave him this feeling of being violated.

The general creepiness of being targeted.

Park Jinxi blew on Du Ye's ear, and said slowly: "If I say, I want you, what price do you think I should pay?"

Du Ye raised his eyebrows.

I suspect that I am not proficient in Smecta, why is the meaning of this sentence so strange?

Park Jinxi waited for two seconds, did not wait for an answer, and smiled even wider: "You understand, I know, is it because what I said is wrong? Then I repeat slowly, how much is your transfer fee?"

Du Ye finally understood when he heard the back.

Park Jinxi followed them for a few days, so it was to poach himself.

Just to put it bluntly, Park Jin Hee looks sticky and obsessed, talking, but it is absolutely impossible to have something to do with feelings. A person's feelings can be seen from his eyes.

Du Ye calmed down and said word by word in English: "How much?"

Park Jinxi looked at Du Ye's face, was silent for two seconds, and said in English, "It's not about money, is it?"

The corner of Du Ye's mouth tugged, of course not.

Park Jin Hee doesn't feel disappointed, it's a matter of course, isn't it?

How much is ideal worth?

Ideals are priceless.

but.

Ideals are interchangeable.

Park Jinxi tilted his head and smiled, and said, "In that case, what about emotional investment?"

Du Ye raised his eyebrows.

Park Jinhee said: "Ideal, my ideal is also very expensive. In order to protect the glory of "aj", I am willing to do anything. Do you want to try? I can do whatever you want, you can't do to him I can do both, maybe you can try something fringe, more interesting..."

Before Pu Jinxi finished speaking, the fox's eyes suddenly widened.

A palm came from the back of Du Ye's head, brought a burst of hot wind like fire, rubbed his ear, and stretched forward.

A handful.

Buckled on Park Jinxi's chattering face.

Push harder.

Park Jinxi's head was hit hard on the glass window, there was a muffled "bang", and his eyes were terrified.

Du Ye turned his head abruptly, and saw the expressionless Sheng Yao behind him.

The man's drunken eyes were slightly bloodshot, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows. His normally glamorous temperament disappeared under the darkness of night.There was a terrifying aura on the face shrouded in darkness, so dangerous that even Du Ye's heart beat heavily.

The hand clasped on Park Jinxi's face was continuously exhausted, and the veins on the back of the hand were bulging. Park Jinxi's face was completely distorted. Only half of the eye was exposed from under the opened fingers, and the pupil of half the eyeball shrank, as if in fear. Attacked by demons.

The man squeezed out from behind Du Ye little by little, as if he had crossed the barrier of the plane, and said in an oppressive voice: "No matter what price you pay, he is mine."

Park Jinxi came back to his senses, and struggled frantically, trying to break Sheng Yao's palm, but was pinned so hard that he couldn't struggle.

He grabbed Du Ye's clothes and shouted: "Help, oh, it hurts, let me go!"

The muffled voice seemed to be split, and the sharp sound was reminiscent of the sound of fingernails scratching on the glass. The taxi driver looked back in fright, and then hurriedly stopped on the side of the road.

As soon as the car stopped, Sheng Yao let go of his hand, and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Get out."

Park Jinxi, who was freed, gasped and seemed to have finally come to his senses. He looked at Sheng Yao and then at Du Ye with a complicated expression.

Du Ye looked at him calmly, and said lightly, "Goodbye."

Park Jinxi was silent for two seconds, rubbed his face, turned around, opened the car door and walked out.

The cold wind blowing outside the car instantly messed up Park Jinxi's hair, leaving clear finger marks on his helpless face.

He pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something, but Du Ye had already turned his head back, and said to the taxi driver in Smecta: "Please drive."

The vehicle started again, and Park Jinxi's figure disappeared behind him.

Du Ye didn't look back, nor did he think about it, but turned to look at Sheng Yao, gently grabbed his hand, blew and said, "Does your hand hurt?"

Sheng Yao: "..."

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly smiled.

"He'll be pissed off."

Du Ye said coolly, "What does it have to do with me?"

Sheng Yao continued to laugh: "Of course it doesn't matter, he has nothing to do with you or me."

Du Ye took Sheng Yao's hand, took a closer look, and confirmed that it was all right, then tightly grasped that hand, placed it on his lower abdomen, and let Sheng Yao form a hugging posture from behind.

He relaxed his body and leaned against Sheng Yao's arms.

Disgusted and said: "Like a crazy person."

Sheng Yao giggled behind him, and echoed: "Yes, crazy."

After Du Ye had vented his astonishing words about being taken aback by that guy, he said to Sheng Yao, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"What?" Sheng Yao hugged him tightly, like holding a baby, shaking gently with the shaking of the taxi.

"liquor."

"Fortunately, I was a little drunk at first, but now I woke up from fright."

"Don't worry, no one is better than you."

The man behind him was silent for two seconds, kissed Du Ye's hair once, but did not speak.

Outside the window is a bustling street with an exotic atmosphere, intertwined with pedestrians and people coming and going.

The flickering neon flashed in front of his eyes, leaving a faint trace in Du Ye's eyes, which soon disappeared again.

The sound disappeared.

Time seems to be elongated, turning into some kind of rainbow light that is difficult to grasp, pulling out a long halo, flowing.

At this time, the man behind said: "I love you too."

……

Love may be love at first sight, it may be the age, it may be the loneliness of men and women, or it may be an emotion that arises as the times require in a materialistic society.

Du Ye didn't know how much he loved Sheng Yao, just like he didn't know when he fell in love with Sheng Yao.

It seemed that one day, when he suddenly came to his senses, this person had already been imprinted in his heart.

They dance together.

We share weal and woe together.

Eating the rice from the same rice cooker, falling forward and backward laughing because of the same joke.

Perhaps his love for Sheng Yao came from a long stream of water.

It can also come from regret one day after the loss.

It is meaningless to pursue it now, it is here, it does exist, it exists today, it exists tomorrow, and it exists every day in the future.

It's the glass of water we drank together, it's the peaceful staring at each other when we opened our eyes in the morning, it's the imagining of the future, and it's also the rapid and crazy breathing.

But after all, it is the relationship between the two that can be so stable.

Strong exclusivity is a matter of course in love.

How did Park Jinxi underestimate their love? Du Ye didn't want to think about it. In short, in this life, Du Ye didn't plan to change another person.

On the second day after they broke up unhappy with Park Jinxi, Park Jinxi did not appear again.

Du Ye and the others woke up naturally after sleeping, had breakfast leisurely, packed their luggage, checked out of the room, and went to the airport.

Soon, he got on the plane back home.

No one knows what happened in the car yesterday.

But everyone knows that Park Jinxi got out of the car in the middle of the walk yesterday, and he didn't look very well.

Relying on his good relationship, Deng Xiaodan asked Du Ye, but Du Ye told him that he was a good gossip, but he didn't dare to ask Sheng Yao, and the matter was over.

The business class of the plane was soon full of people, packing their luggage, sitting down, and fastening their seat belts.

Longlong hesitated for a moment, and asked Lan Qing to ask for leave. His family is out of town, and he planned to go home after the competition.

Lan Qing was a little hesitant. The final was imminent and time was tight, but Longlong had to go back to deal with some debt issues, so he had to go.He got up and told the two people sitting behind him about it.

Sheng Yao said, "You can arrange it."

Lan Qing said, "Then I'll let it go."

The cabin gradually calmed down, and most people returned to their seats. A passenger came in late with a backpack on his back.

Sheng Yao was working quietly at first, but when he suddenly saw someone coming, he suddenly got a little shorter and hid his face.

Du Ye didn't know why, so he looked at the person Sheng Yao was obviously avoiding.

He is a middle-aged man, not tall, dry and thin, with curly tawny hair and a very high hairline.The beard on the face is thicker than the top of the head, so it should be well cared for by the owner, and the beard is trimmed exquisitely and stylishly.

Judging from his attire and clothes, he was obviously a successful person. He put his luggage away, tidied his clothes before sitting down, and then disappeared from Du Ye's sight.

Du Ye glanced at it, then turned his gaze back.

He was not curious about this person, so he picked up his phone and switched it to airplane mode, then clicked on the music app, and listened to the song with the earphones on.

New works need to be prepared for the final.

The music had been prepared long before the qualifying round, and even edited and mixed, but the dance hadn't been choreographed yet. Du Ye planned to take advantage of the boring time on the plane to come up with two or three plans in his head, and then turn around and blue Together, you should be able to collide with a better version.

Before I knew it, the plane took off and crossed the border.

Du Ye thought he was tired, so he tilted his head on Sheng Yao's shoulder, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Sheng Yao whispered something in his ear.

Du Ye closed his eyes and said, "Don't mutter, I can hear you, the volume has been turned down so I can sleep."

Sheng Yao smiled, patted the back of Du Ye's hand, and tilted his body into a position that Du Ye would be more comfortable with.

Open your eyes again.

The plane was landing from a high altitude, and the distance to the ground was already very close.

There should have been a heavy snowfall in the past two days, and the rolling hills are all white, but the closer to the city, the less snow on the ground, revealing black or white ground, and the matchbox-like buildings are like lush trees. A large forest of steel.

Du Ye lowered his eyes and looked out the window, his eyes flickering.

No matter how many times you go out to compete, the moment you return to China, you will feel relaxed, as if you are at home.

But this time, it was even more intense.

Because of Sheng Yao, he already has his own home in the capital.

The plane landed smoothly at the Capital Airport and drove slowly in the airport until it connected to the corridor bridge and the cabin door opened.

Sheng Yao didn't know when he put on sunglasses, a mask, and a peaked cap.Du Ye thought of Sheng Yao's popularity in China recently, and estimated that there were countless people waiting at the airport today, so he didn't ask, but he didn't see Sheng Yao lowering his head to avoid the sight of the curly-haired foreigner, quickly packed his luggage, turned around Join the disembarking crowd.

"Fivelong" gathered at the end of the covered bridge, and Sheng Yao got a notification from sister Ming, saying that hundreds of fans came outside to pick them up from the airport, and asked them to tidy up and come out together.

Although most of the people in that group were Sheng Yao's "wife fans", but now they can be regarded as half of "fivelong" fans, and everyone is quite excited.

Brother Zhang, the cameraman, went out ahead of time, turned on the machine and carried it on his shoulder, and took a burst of shots at the exit.

Before Du Ye and the others went out, they heard fans shouting excitedly: "fivelong! fivelong! fivelong! Du Ye! Du Ye! Du Ye! Sheng Yao! Sheng Yao! Sheng Yao!"

Walking out the door, there were indeed many fans waiting outside the door to pick up the plane, holding up the support signs with both hands, and at a glance, they even unified a logo, which was designed by "Dancing Track" Hua Guofeng, but the middle became " fivelong" English letters.

As soon as they appeared, cheers erupted immediately, people coming and going stopped, and more and more gathered, quickly forming a crowd.

"fivelong" was surrounded by the crowd.

"The expedition went well, congratulations on qualifying for the finals!"

"You guys are the best!"

"To win glory for the country, I love you the most!"

"Sheng Yao ah ah ah!"

The crowd gathered, there was an endless stream of congratulations, and it was difficult to move an inch.

Ah Wei, who arrived first, led the bodyguards and separated the crowd, but there was still a girl hanging on the hands of the bodyguards, and handed over a bouquet of flowers.

Deng Xiaodan looked at the flowers that had already hit his face, and then looked at the hopeful gaze of the girl with messy hair, he couldn't help but reached out to take it, and said by the way: "I'll take it first, and I'll give it to Sheng Yao for you later."

Who knew that the girl said excitedly: "It's for you, for every member of fivelong, you are the best! I love you the most!"

Deng Xiaodan's nostrils dilated suddenly, and then he smiled from ear to ear, saying repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

There were also girls who tried to hand the flowers in, but the crowd was so overwhelming that they were pushed up and down. Seeing the petals of the bouquet being squeezed off and withered, they were so anxious that they were on the verge of crying.

A hand stretched out from the middle of the bodyguards and put it in front of the girl. The tall and tall Ji Yuanbin smiled and said, "Give it to me, I'll bring it to him for you."

The girl wept with joy and said loudly, "It's for you! Let's work hard for the final!"

Ji Yuanbin was surprised, then hugged the flower in his arms and smiled.

The bouquets were handed in one after another. Du Ye held five bouquets in his arms and couldn't even see the road.

Not all of them were given to him, but some were given to Sheng Yao, but who told him to have the most leisure, the suitcase was pushed away by Sheng Yao, and now it is troublesome, it has become a bunch of flowers that can walk by itself.

But fans who wanted to take a group photo couldn't be satisfied.

There are too many people here, and the passengers who got off the plane are still rushing over one after another, almost all of them are blocked on the road, and they have to walk forward quickly.

After leaving the airport, the bus was waiting at the main gate of the pick-up gate. Ah Wei stood by the gate and waited for them with a friendly smile on his face.

What puzzled Du Ye was that the foreigner with golden-brown curly hair who flew over on the same plane as them was standing beside Ah Wei at this moment, looking over from a distance.

At this moment, thinking of Sheng Yao's reaction on the plane, it was obvious that the two knew each other.

Du Ye glanced at Sheng Yao, before he had time to ask, he was pushed forward by the crowd.

The bouquet he held in his arms was too big, and the strong fragrance of the flowers made his nose itchy badly. He couldn't help it, but still sneezed.

"Ah!"

The bouquet swayed and staggered. Lan Qing beside him hurriedly supported him, maintaining strength in her hands, and sent Du Ye to the car first.

Others were still storing luggage outside the car.

The fans who picked up the plane were separated. Fortunately, everyone chased this way, and their emotions stabilized. Most of them just held up their mobile phones to take pictures outside the crowd, and some enthusiastically cheered for "fivelong", wishing them victory in the final.

"fivelong" waved thanks while packing his luggage, and some people couldn't bear the fan's request, so they stepped forward to take a photo and interacted for a long time.

Everyone was very happy and enthusiastically responded to the fans' requests. After taking pictures one after another, even Sheng Yao was trapped by the crowd and couldn't escape.

Du Ye put the bouquet on the seat, got into the car and didn't get out again.

He is not a person who likes to be surrounded by people in his life, he only likes to enjoy the screams and applause on the stage.

In such an environment, he will find it very troublesome.

But he likes to watch.

Look down on the car.

Looking at the smiles on everyone's faces and seeing their growing self-confidence on the road to success.

Athletes need momentum.

Indomitable momentum.

This path is difficult.

90.00% of people who walk on this road will fall down.

So they need such flowers and applause.

Never question yourself, never give up your efforts, and always make great strides forward.

Du Ye watched quietly until his eyes fell on Sheng Yao.

Sheng Yao seemed to be talking to his fans, but he suddenly turned around and looked over with a mocking smile in his eyes.

Then the fans around him shouted excitedly: "Brother, come down quickly! Don't be shy!"

"Yes, yes! Don't be shy!"

Du Ye: ...

How boring.

Du Ye turned his head away and looked away.

So the girls screamed excitedly as if they had received solid evidence.

"Yeah, shy!"

"I'm really shy!"

Du Ye: ...

What exactly did Sheng Yao tell his fans?

Can it be better.

After waiting in the car for a while, the security personnel at the airport came forward to urge them, "fivelong" bid farewell to leave and boarded the car one by one.

Du Ye found that Sheng Yao rarely walked behind, and he was talking with the middle-aged foreigner who had been avoiding him with a smile on his face, and even sat down directly in the front row instead of sitting with Du Ye.

This is quite rare.

Du Ye waited for a while, and seeing that the car had started to drive out, he knew that Sheng Yao would not come over for the time being, so he put on his earphones, leaned down, and continued to listen to the song.

On the way, my mother sent a message, and the two chatted on the Internet for a while before they entered the city without knowing it, and they were not far from home.

The bus sent them to their homes one by one, and the second stop was downstairs of Sheng Yao's home.

Du Ye got up, walked to the door, Sheng Yao got out of the car with him, took out the luggage, but said: "I have something to go to the company, I will be back in the afternoon, you go home to rest, leave the luggage for me to pack, Order some takeaway for lunch."

"En." Du Ye nodded, pushed two suitcases and took two steps, turned around and saw Sheng Yao got into the car, he thought for a while and asked, "Then who is the foreigner?"

Sheng Yao stood by the door, blinked at him, and said, "My flight instructor, I've been skipping class for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, the car door closed with a "chi" and slowly drove away from Du Ye.

Du Ye stood on the side of the road, holding a suitcase in each hand, and stood there for a long time, until the bus disappeared from his eyes, he remained motionless.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and snowflakes swirled and fell from the sky, landing on Du Ye's head, face, and eyelashes.

As if being overwhelmed by the power of snowflakes, the eyelashes trembled, and then the eyes closed and opened again, and the pupils trembled violently.

flight... trainer...

Isn't that...

That's not it!

In the previous life, the flight instructor who died in a plane crash with Sheng Yao?

Feeling dizzy for a while, Du Ye almost fell on the road.

He took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket with shaking hands, and knocked out a short sentence for a long time without typing it out. His heart was so cold that his fingertips seemed to have melted into ice, and he was unconscious.

It's been a damn cold day.

He was so cold that his nose was about to flow out.

Du Ye cursed, gritted his teeth and typed out the last few words tremblingly, and finally sent it to the other party.

wait...wait...

Still no response.

A car drove up, another one, another one, a blue suitcase on Du Ye's left, a silver suitcase on his right, and a large bag of Smecta's kimchi and seaweed hung outside, sucking in the cold wind. snot.

The body trembled uncontrollably.

A taxi came with its turn signal on, and the middle-aged bald driver gave him a look.

Du Ye sniffed and looked at him.

The driver waited for two seconds, then drove away slowly.

Du Ye felt as if he had been waiting for several years. He looked down at his phone again, and it turned out that only 1 minute had passed.

Unable to wait any longer, Du Ye called.

On the other side of the phone, a familiar voice rang vividly in my ears.

"Hello? What's wrong?"

Du Ye felt a sudden numbness in his scalp. He didn't know when it was tense to the extreme. The familiar voice made him unconsciously relieved, and his feet even went limp.

The corners of the eyes were inexplicably cold, as if frozen, and a little painful.

Du Ye raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, and opened his mouth.

Can't make a sound.

Take a deep breath.

Swallow your saliva.

Du Ye tried his best to speak calmly, but his voice was still hoarse: "That... You said, that person is your flight instructor?"

Sheng Yao replied: "Yes, the instructor who flies the plane."

Du Ye gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice uncontrollably: "Don't fly the plane, no, if you fly the plane, I'll break your leg."

"..." Sheng Yao was silent for a few seconds, and explained with a suppressed voice, "No, what are you thinking? I am not flying a plane as you think, but I am really flying a plane. I have a pilot's license and the one who flies in the sky. No, harm..."

If it had been different, Du Ye would have laughed a long time ago.

It's all and nothing.

Can you stop flying like this?

What does it mean to fly a plane not what I thought.

But today Du Ye really had no intention of joking. His heart was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, and it hurt so tightly that he was almost suffocating.

The established trajectory is still coming.

Sheng Yao's fate coincided with that of his previous life again.

Fly a plane, fly a damn plane!

Du Ye gritted his teeth and continued word by word: "I know, but I don't like men who fly airplanes. For me, can you not fly airplanes? Tell him now, you will never touch airplanes in your life Sheng Yao... Please, I never begged you for anything, this time I beg you."

The other side fell silent, and soon, a man's voice sounded, "What happened?"

Du Ye didn't speak.

The man's voice sounded again soon: "Although I don't know why, I promise you."

"Okay." Du Ye got the reply, as if he had completed the most important thing in his life, he put the phone down from his ear.

Unexamined.

I don't even know how I got home.

He sat on the sofa, threw his luggage casually by the door, forced himself to wait for a while, and finally couldn't help but picked up his phone and called Sheng Yao again.

Call over.

But no one answered.

It kept ringing, and it kept ringing for an unknown period of time. Du Ye's heart sank.

Du Ye felt that he was quite an optimistic person, and those who were too nervous would rarely make unnecessary associations.

However, following the "beep" sound, the call was never connected, and various pictures flooded out of Du Ye's head uncontrollably.

blood.

scream.

tombstone.

And tears.

It seemed to be back in the small dance classroom again, the broken windows poured in the cold wind, like a broken heart, no matter how hard you tried, it couldn't heal, and the blood flowed out.

"Beep..." The call seemed to be coming to an end, and there was even an ominous tone in the monotonous voice.

Du Ye's scalp became tighter and tighter, until it snapped off at the last moment.

My heart sank to the bottom.

But also at the same moment.

There was an electronic sound of unlocking the electronic lock from the door, and it sounded like flowing water. Du Ye turned his head to look, and saw Sheng Yao standing there outside the door that was pushed open.

holding cell phone.

Panting slightly.

The eyes were opened a little bigger than usual, and the color of the pupils was very dark.

Du Ye blinked.

Mouth opened, but no sound came out.

He instantly knew why Sheng Yao appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a man who always puts his things first, anytime, anywhere.

"I..." Du Ye stood up slowly, opened his mouth, and forced out a voice.

The man walked into the room, his eyes stayed on his face, he observed silently for a while, and then he said, "Did something happen?"

Du Ye shook his head.

The man said nothing, just looked at him stubbornly.

Du Ye couldn't say it, and perfunctory: "It's nothing, it seems that you don't like flying planes, and I don't like men who fly planes either..." In the end, Du Ye couldn't say anything, it's all and nothing , nothing wrong with it.

"That's good." But the man smiled in relief, and raised his hand to ruffle Du Ye's hair, "Let's have lunch together, what do you want to eat?"

Du Ye lowered his head and thought for a while, but didn't give an answer, but walked into the man's arms and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Hold tight.

A strong heartbeat.

And, a warm body.

At this moment, it was like walking into a warm room from a cold glacier, the consciousness slowly recovered, and the warmth quickly entered my heart.