I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Although Chun Leshui thought so,? But he still couldn't help worrying about his grandfather.

When he and Chu Lin met at the interview site, Chu Lin could tell at a glance that he was worried: "What's wrong?"

Chun Leshui sighed lightly, and leaned his head on Chu Lin's shoulder, looking at Lier, who was not at all energetic as usual: "Brother."

"Huh?" Chu Lin looked down at him, and responded softly.

Chun Leshui still didn’t say anything in the end,? It’s okay for him to worry about himself, so there’s no need for Chu Lin to worry with him,? If the old man is determined not to let go of his mouth and agree to the operation, then he can’t put him on the operating table, I don’t know Song Hanzhang's persuasion has no effect, but the risk of surgery is very high...

He soon fell into deep thought again, staring blankly at the front. Chu Lin was a little worried, and touched his forehead: "Xiaochun?"

"Brother." Chun Leshui raised his eyes, endured Shang Chulin's worried gaze, and finally told him about his grandfather.

Chu Lin didn't expect it to be like this,? But he didn't know how to comfort this kind of thing, so he could only rub Chun Leshui's head, messed up his hair and smoothed it out for him, and comforted him softly: "Actually I think that apart from the reasons he said, the old man didn’t want to have the operation, maybe it’s also because he was a little scared, after all, this thoracotomy is not a minor operation, maybe he himself has been doing psychological construction for himself.”

Chun Leshui understands this truth, but he is actually very hesitant about whether to have an operation or not. According to his memory, his grandfather has not had any major health problems if he does not have an operation.

But grandpa's physical condition is there, and people have to worry about it.

Chu Lin said: "Let's give grandpa a little time. During this period, you should pay more attention at home. It's okay. Grandpa will live a long life."

His voice was like a mountain spring after the rain, clear, clean and gentle. Although it was just a few comforting words, it still calmed Chun Leshui's restless mood.

It's useless for me to be entangled here. It's better to pay more attention to my grandfather's body as Chu Lin said. Chun Leshui nodded and changed his mood: "Brother, you are so kind."

"Okay, stop acting like a baby." Chu Lin smiled and squeezed the back of his neck twice, Chun Le shrank her neck and lifted her head from his shoulders.

Interviews have already started.

Because the Shenwu Theater has an external performance today, all the retests are in another stage theater in Shencheng. It is probably because the retests are reserved for other solo roles including the protagonist. There are not too many people, so there is no They are separated, but they are all arranged in the same place in the backstage of the theater.

Different performers have different understandings of the same piece of music, and everyone has different costumes. Except for a few sitting against the wall to rest, most of them are stretching their legs to get their bodies moving to prepare for the stage performance.

Everyone was waiting for the battle, and the overall atmosphere was quite tense, both Chun Leshui and Chu Lin were somewhat affected.

All the places on the ground were occupied, so the two found a corner to warm up, and finally pressed their legs against the wall to chat, while waiting for the crew to be notified of the order of interviews according to the group.

It didn't take long for Chun Leshui and Chu Lin to hear their respective names. They looked at each other, and all the actors, including the protagonist group, followed the staff to the backstage.

Chun Leshui and Chu Lin came last.

When the dancers in front were performing, Chun Leshui looked out secretly. The theater was not lit except for the back row near the stage. It was very dark. There seemed to be two people sitting in the back row, but it was too far away and too dark to see clearly. Even the expressions of the teachers who were interviewing under the stage were a bit blurred due to the dim light. They could only be seen facing the stage, and occasionally approached each other in twos to communicate with each other.

It doesn't look like an interview, but like a dance competition.

Chun Leshui quietly retracted her head.

"Senior Brother," he held onto the corner of Chu Lin's clothes and whispered while covering his thumping heart, "Why do I feel like I'm so nervous."

Chun Leshui's heart beat so fast before.

I don’t know why this scene always gave him a sense of familiarity, as if he had stood on the stage of a dance competition like this more than once. The light on the stage was also very dark, but there would always be a beam of light following him, and he was immersed in the dance. , the body and the music almost become one.

Chun Leshui knew very well that this was the first time he stood on this kind of stage in the two years since he traveled through time, although there were less than ten people in the audience, although the audience did not come to appreciate his dance but to decide his life or death.

But he was just nervous and excited and couldn't wait to run to the stage.

As if that was where he belonged.

Chun Leshui felt that this might not be what he expected, but what he received.

He was a little excited by the other party's love for the stage, and he said he was nervous, but his bright and firm eyes made Chu Lin stunned for a moment.

The last time he saw such a contented expression on Chun Leshui's face was probably at the Jianjia Cup scene a few years ago. Chun Leshui, who was less than 16 years old, surprised everyone present with a dance, even the youth group. All the contestants are thankful that he is young, no matter from his dance repertoire or overall performance, he is flawless. As long as he stands on the stage, people can't help but look at him.

The explosive power, control and flexibility are all eye-catching.

At that time, Chu Lin accidentally looked at him after his performance. The child's eyes were filled with only one emotion. He enjoyed the stage and dance. The ranking and audience may not be in his consideration, so he can dance so beautifully.

Later, I met in Shen Wu and was struck up by the other party. Although Chun Leshui still did not give up dancing, Chu Lin never saw this expression of yearning for the stage on his face again.

It was as if dancing had withdrawn from his life.

But now, it seems that Chun Leshui, who was astounded by dancing a few years ago, is back again.

And Chu Lin was naturally aroused by him to fight, and he seemed to have a sense of crisis of being bitten by a fierce beast.

"Xiao Chun," Chu Lin looked at Chun Leshui seriously, "You also make me very nervous."

Chun Leshui didn't understand the deep meaning of these words: "Senior brother, I think we should maintain a normal mind, nervousness can easily affect our performance."

"I mean, it's you who made me nervous." The people in front had already stepped onto the stage, leaving only Chu Lin and Chun Leshui waiting. It was the first time that Chu Lin spoke to Chun Leshui in such a formal and serious manner, " Because I was afraid of losing to you."

Chun Leshui was slightly taken aback.

Chu Lin was about to go on stage, he turned his head to Chun Leshui and said, "Xiao Chun, I really want this role so I will definitely do my best, and you also have to enjoy the stage you like to the fullest, let's work hard together."

After speaking, he lightly rubbed the top of Chun Leshui's head, and stepped onto the stage lightly. Chun Leshui watched Chu Lin pose with his back to the stage, and began his re-test performance amidst the sound of music.

Jiang Buti relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his fingers lightly in front of him, and watched Chu Lin's performance seriously.

Another director of the dance drama beside him came over: "What do you think of Chu Lin?"

"Very good." Jiang said tirelessly.

The retest music they gave to the dancers is actually a small excerpt from the mountain ghost dance drama. From the nimble and lively at the beginning to the passionate and emotional progress at the end, it will not be difficult in choreography.

Chu Lin is obviously good at choreography and understands the emotions of this piece of music, and compared with his performance in the first test, it is obviously better.

"But I still want to see the last person." Jiang Buyan tapped the list on his lap.

"I also want to see if you really picked up a treasure."

Jiang Buti curled his lips into a smile, and didn't say anything else. All the teachers present at Chu Lin's performance gave him a relatively high evaluation. If Chun Leshui's performance is not satisfactory, then the role of Shangui must be Chu Lin's, and he didn't either. objection, but...

He rested his elbows on the armrest beside him, propped his two fingers on the side of his face and looked towards the direction he was heading.

He still has expectations for Chun Leshui.

The light on the stage was very dark, and only a figure from the back could be vaguely seen.

Classical dance looks soft, but in fact it is very strong. It should simply have sudden and sudden explosive power, including the control of various parts of the body, such as the waist, legs, buttocks, and head. The movements reflect the curvaceous beauty of classical dance. *

The shape of Chun Leshui on the stage is well-structured and has a strong three-dimensional effect, which is good-looking, but this can be done by almost all dancers, so it did not make the interview teachers off the stage react too much, including Jiang Buyan.

Until the beam of light fell on him, like a tree, he silently stretched out its branches and leaves little by little, and then stepped into the music, grasping the rhythm with body language, with light and graceful movements, full of emotions.

The wonder of classical dance lies in the exquisite body language, the dance posture has a rhythmic structure*, some dancers are dancing, and some dancers are telling stories.

Chun Leshui is the latter. His appeal is not to show how beautiful he is and how well he dances, but because he is completely integrated with the dance, which will only make the audience focus on the dance itself and be conveyed by him. emotions to take away.

Chu Lin did not leave after the performance. He stood on the other side of the stage, as if he had returned to the scene of the Jianjia Cup a few years ago. He just glanced at the stage unintentionally when passing by the competition venue of the youth group, and couldn’t move. .

The stage of Chun Leshui is really dazzling.

He quickly finished the performance, and the theater fell silent. It was unknown who was leading the applause, and even Chu Lin, who was hiding beside the stage, clapped his hands involuntarily.

It was only when Chun Leshui left the stage that he noticed Chu Lin in the shadows, and ran over quickly in small steps. The light performance costume on his body was blown backwards, clinging to his body, outlining the tight and beautiful muscle curves of the young man.

When he ran over, his first reaction was to open his arms and hug Chu Lin. Chun Leshui didn't know why, he didn't think about anything when he was dancing, and he even felt that the dance was over as soon as he stood up, and his memory was broken. The point is waiting for the moment on stage.

But at the moment when it was over, Chun Leshui felt that his heart was filled with something. The long-lost stage experience, some kind of intense lost and regained emotion made his eyes warm, and he even wanted to cry.

He hugged Chu Lin and didn't say anything, he just kept panting to calm down his body.

Chu Lin didn't speak either. He hugged his waist and gently helped Chun Leshui to straighten his back.

The applause in the theater had stopped, the teachers in the front row left the stage one by one, and the two people sitting in the auditorium in the back row did not move.

Jian Wen, who took the lead in applauding, put down his hands, and said to Song Hanzhang, the only one in the audience who didn't applaud: "I can't tell, your Chun Leshui..."

Jian Wen had been brewing for a long time and didn't know what words to use to describe it. He said "tsk" at the end of his words, and could only say dryly: "Dancing so well."

After speaking, he saw that Song Hanzhang was holding on to the handrail and covering his mouth without making a sound. It was rare for Chun Leshui to feel wronged: "What kind of expression is that on your face? No matter how much you hate him, you can't deny that Chun Leshui just dances well, right?"

Song Hanzhang glanced at him coldly: "You are the only one who talks too much."

After speaking, he got up first, and shook his right hand in a corner where no one could see. There were a few crooked nail marks on his palm, which were accidentally pinched out by clenched fists when he tried his best to stifle his urge to applaud together. .

Of course Song Hanzhang knew that Chun Leshui danced well, since he happened to bump into him training him in the dance studio, but unlike daily rehearsals, Chun Leshui on the stage made it impossible to take your eyes off him.

In those few minutes, Song Hanzhang was completely immersed in the world of Chunle Water, and was attracted by his dancing posture.

But his pride doesn't allow him to admit it!

Even so, he still turned his head and looked in the direction of the stage.

At this time, there was no one on the stage, but he seemed to still be able to see Chun Leshui dancing, and he could not wait to run off the stage with his arms open.

Song Hanzhang turned his head back irritably, his face looked like he had eaten some rotten leftovers.

In short, the face is not very good-looking.

After leaving the performance hall, Song Hanzhang leaned against the wall and waited boredly. Jian Wen called the director next to him and said to him: "The director is having a meeting with the team's main creators to finalize the final actor, and we have to wait a while. How about that?" No, let's go find Chu Lin?"

For project investment, the company has dedicated employees to do risk assessment, feasibility, return and other related analysis. Even if you meet with the project leader, you only need to make an appointment to book a box. There is no need for them to go to the theater one after another. Come see someone's casting interview.

Jian Wen was originally a drunkard who didn't care about drinking, and Song Hanzhang didn't bother to expose him: "Aren't you going to send flowers this time?"

As soon as he reminded him, Jian Wen realized that he had forgotten about it. He thought about it for a while: "Forget it, send flowers and wait until I ask Jiang Buyan to decide the angle."

"Then go by yourself."

Jian Wen: "Aren't you with me?"

"You chase people, am I sick if I'm with you?" Song Hanzhang was speechless, "Hurry up and get out."

"Okay, I'll call you later." Song Hanzhang said "um", and planned to go to the bathroom first in the other direction.

There are three floors in this theater, whether it is big or small. The performance hall they interviewed for is on the second floor. Walking along the corridor to the end is the hidden toilet. If it weren't for the sign above the head, it would be difficult to let people Discover.

This is a theater with some history in Shanghai. Although it has been renovated, the overall decoration is still a bit old-fashioned, retaining the splendor and prosperity of the old Shanghai in the 40s and [-]s.

The decoration, including the bathroom, also has a nostalgic taste of that time. Rows of wall lamps are embedded on the intricately patterned tile wall, and the warm yellow light shines on the mirror hanging on the washstand, illuminating the people who step into the mirror.

Song Hanzhang walked through the outer room where he was grooming, and pushed open the inner door.

The sound of water rushing in front of the sink.

As soon as Chun Leshui took his hands back from the automatic sensor, his wet palms rubbed each other twice and they were full of foam. He heard the footsteps and raised his eyes casually to look in the mirror. He stopped his gaze and rubbed his hands. The movement is also getting slower and slower.

The two looked at each other through the mirror, and Chun Leshui felt very unlucky.

[In the past 800 years, I didn’t see them once, but now I just look down and see them. How can I run into them when I go out and throw garbage and walk around? ! 】

He looked at Song Hanzhang, wearing a high-necked black sweater with a contrasting black and khaki windbreaker. The skirt was open, revealing the slightly slim sweater inside, and the subtle curve of the chest muscles could be seen.

[Tsk, is it necessary to make yourself so fucking handsome, like a male model going to a catwalk? 】

Song Hanzhang hesitated between going or staying, and chose to stay. If he turned around and left as soon as he saw Chun Leshui, wouldn't it seem like he was afraid of him.

Anyway, anyone can lose, but Song Hanzhang must not lose in front of Chun Leshui.

He walked over, stood next to Chun Leshui and raised the tap switch.

Both of them competed with each other, but neither of them spoke until the sound of footsteps and a soft call: "Xiaochun?"

Song Hanzhang and Chun Leshui raised their heads simultaneously.

Chulinton was outside the cubicle, next to a decorative painting.

The next second, Song Hanzhang's cell phone rang, he wiped his hands casually, and picked up the phone. Jian Wen said that he couldn't find Chu Lin and asked him where he was now.

The call was actually not too loud, but there was no one talking in the bathroom and it had its own echo, so Jian Wen's voice faintly drifted into Chun Leshui's ears.

Song Hanzhang said, "I'm in the bathroom on the second floor."

Then with a creak, the outer door was pushed open again, and after the sound of footsteps, Jiang Buyi, who was stepping on Martin boots, appeared in everyone's sight.

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicked across the three of them one by one, and finally settled on Chun Leshui: "What a coincidence?"

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Rounding up counts as day 6 (bushi)

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