1984 days when she disappeared

Seeing Siting the next day, Cen Jin dodged unconsciously, afraid that she would ask, but couldn't help but want to tell the whole story.

"Writer Cen, have you finished writing your entry? Don't slap your face." Si Ting "urged the manuscript" on time.

Cen Jin suddenly wanted to see Siting's reaction, gritted his teeth, and presented the "masterpiece".

"What, do you think all the love letters you've read in the past are rubbish?" Cen Jin squinted at Siting, pretending to be frivolous.

She stopped thinking and read silently, only to feel that every sentence made her dizzy, after reading it once, she didn't remember a single word.

Cen Jin continued to act: "What should I say next—oh, do you want to think about it? I'll give you a week."

Thinking of stopping to look at her, a ruffian smile hangs on the corner of her mouth, and her acting skills are all the way in idol dramas, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

"Where did you copy the joke, the preface doesn't match the postscript." Si Ting folded up the letter.

Cen Jin wanted to argue, but was suddenly a little discouraged - if he really wanted to meet him sincerely, there was no way out, what if he was rejected?

"Hee, you discovered this, you have piercing eyes." Cen Jin smiled playfully—if she was rejected, she might not even be a friend, so it was better to take a step back and be safe.

"And this piece of paper, crumpled and crumpled, is it a waste manuscript copied by you?" Si stopped and raised the letter in his hand.

"Tch, this shows that I take it seriously and change the draft several times. It's because you don't know how to appreciate it."

"Hmph, sophistry, I knew you would definitely not be able to write articles involving human emotions." Siting teased her, and the turbulent airflow slowly subsided.

But since then, Cen Jin no longer expressly protests to Siting's suitors, and Siting doesn't talk much about emotional topics with Cen Jin. The two return to a state of "respecting each other as guests", leaving only a "pure" friendship.

In private, Siting flipped through the crumpled love letter countless times, and every time she read it, her heart skipped a beat—frames of pictures flashed in her memory, reflecting the words and sentences, and she couldn't sleep at night like an electric shock.

And Cen Jin is always a little depressed, and he has to force himself to joke around with Siting.It turned out that once Adam and Eve were enlightened, they could no longer regain their former innocence and happiness, so they were expelled from Eden and fell into the mortal world—thinking of this, Cen Jin was a little terrified.

Near the end of the year, Experiment No. [-] Middle School responded to the city's call to carry out quality education, mobilized each class to hold a Christmas party, and selected excellent programs to perform at the school's New Year's party.

As the "executive director" of the class party, Cen Jin immediately put into intense preparations.

"Siting, do you want to dance?" She was the first to think of Siting when she was soliciting programs. "Please dance. The last time I saw you dance was my birthday, and it was a shadow dance with lights on. This time, I will set up a beautiful stage for you, so that the whole class can appreciate your dancing posture!"

Siting agreed, and from then on, he entered into a tense rhythm of reviewing the final exam and practicing dance at the same time.Sometimes I don't have time to eat lunch, so I bring two pieces of chocolate for support.Being so busy, she spent less time alone with Cen Jin, and temporarily put aside those thoughts that were constantly cutting and judging.

One morning when she was going to school, Cen Jin stopped to look at her, "Siting, you lost weight!"

Si stopped laughing, "Just being thinner makes you so surprised, how fat was I before?"

"Just because I'm not fat, it's more obvious if I'm thinner. Is it because dancing is too tiring?"

Siting shook his head, "Dancing is very fun, but it's not time to eat, but that dance needs to be thinner to look good."

"If I knew this, I might as well not let you go." Cen Jin said distressedly.

Si stopped and smiled, "Look at the program list, folk dance, hip-hop ballet, I am not the only one who can dance, if I can't dance well, why bother to take up the spot."

Cen Jin was convinced.Siting usually does not show his sharpness, but has a kind of quiet tenacity, which makes her respect and cherish.

Christmas is approaching in a blink of an eye, and Cen Jin is extremely busy arranging programs, writing lyrics, and arranging venues.In addition to practicing dance, she also has to be her assistant. Sometimes each of them has a piece of bread, and after eating in a hurry on the way, they go to the cultural store to buy stickers and garlands.

Sitting on the bus, exhausted from thinking, I closed my eyes and took a rest.Cen Jin looked at her slightly closed eyes, long eyelashes, flowery lips, whiter skin than snow, so beautiful that it was outrageous, she stretched out her hand to wrap Siting's shoulder.

Si Ting was startled, opened his eyes to look at her, smiled slightly, and leaned on her shoulder.

Cen Jin's heart beat, and tenderness overflowed his chest in an instant.Thinking, you know, I would like to give you shoulders, give you all the warmth, give you everything I have, because I like you so much.

At that moment, Cen Jin decided to confess his love to Si Ting as soon as the Christmas party was over—it was not a joke, no longer dodging, but a serious matter, and completely opened his heart to her.

Under the leadership of Cen Jin, Class [-] of Liberal Arts benchmarked against the standard of professional evening parties: the stage was designed as a catwalk, allowing depth for singing and dancing shows; two boys were brought to the ceiling to hold a wire, and a simple curtain was installed. It is convenient to change scenes of sketches and dramas; the auditorium is designed in a V shape, which is convenient for watching and walking, and can also place refreshments; the sticker tablecloths that she and Siting bought at a low price are used to their advantage, decorating the classroom warmly and movingly.

The day before Christmas, Cen Jin was still dissatisfied when he looked at the classroom that was set up as it was—mainly because there was no spotlight and the stage effect could not be seen.Especially when I want to stop dancing, such a delicate dance is really detrimental to the impression under the white light tube.

Now that it was too late to borrow equipment, Cen Jin spent all his "private money" and asked the etiquette company to install simple lighting equipment overnight.When the lights were turned on, everything was different instantly. Standing on the stage, Cen Jin imagined Siting dancing, and smiled.

The performance day finally arrived, all classes were fully fired, and the teaching building was transformed into a studio building.The program of Liberal Arts Class [-] has not yet started, but it has already attracted everyone's admiration with its exquisite scenery.

Cen Jin and a boy acted as the host. The boy wore a shirt and trousers, and she also wore a shirt and trousers, but it was more neat and beautiful than the boy.

Siting said, "A Jin, you two are a good match today."

Cen Jin took a look, "Really, Brotherhood of Blood".She looked at the mirror, and casually tucked the front of the shirt into the jeans. Her long legs were straight and slender, and the bust line was slightly undulating, and her shape immediately softened.

"Is this much better?" Cen Jin asked with a smile.

He paused in thought and sighed secretly, the girl's clean and heroic spirit, rigidity and softness, that unique beauty is not comparable to that of a boy.

The party went smoothly, and it was Siting's turn to take the stage. Cen Jin reported behind the scenes and couldn't wait to look at the stage.

As soon as Siting appeared, Cen Jin was stunned—not because of her beauty, of course she was beautiful; nor because of her dancing posture, of course it was a beautiful dancing posture—but, under the spotlight, she looked more like a lonely swan , staring at his own reflection in the lake.

Thinking tonight, the makeup is grand, and it is even more mournful.This dance, Cen Jin saw her dance, but in the blurred lights at this moment, he could see the loneliness on her face.

The swan flutters its wings lightly, hanging its neck and wandering alone.Running in vain, looking around helplessly.Absolutely lead away, never return after a thousand calls.After a dance, the audience is silent.

It took a long time for the applause to ring out, and I saw many students from other classes gathered at the door, and there were faces outside the transom windows in the corridor, all looking up at Siting's demeanor.Siting bowed gracefully and went backstage.

The so-called backstage is to tidy up the storage room next to the class for the students to change their clothes and make up.

Cen Jin followed in like a madman, and forgot to announce the scene. Fortunately, the male host was clever and stepped up in time.

Si Ting was changing clothes, when he saw Cen Jin, he smiled in surprise.

"Help me block it," she said to Cen Jin.

Cen Jin pulled up the curtain in the corner, watched Siting take off her dance clothes, took off the thin chest pad, with her slender waist facing away from her, and lowered her head to put on a sweater and short skirt.

After Si Ting changed her clothes, Cen Jin still looked at her without blinking, and Si Ting smiled, "A Jin, why are you so stupid?"

Only then did Cen Jin put down the curtain, his face blushing.How could it be that he wanted to rush over to hug her, touch the softness that was within reach, until his limbs were soft.

"You haven't come to the stage yet, have you dropped the pick?" Si Ting blamed.

Cen Jin was startled before returning to the classroom.

It just so happened that the headmaster visited the first class of liberal arts, saw Siting's dance, and was full of praise—"The liberal arts class is good, full of talents, and unique!" Tomorrow's title on the gold list", the students present must answer within 5 minutes.

For a while, no one spoke, and the class teacher was a little nervous. Cen Jin walked into the classroom and said calmly, "All the students have studied hard for thousands of days, and they think that they will be the best in their years."The headmaster turned around and saw that it was Cen Jin. He clapped his hands and praised, "Not bad, not perfect, but this speed and ambition are very rare!"

The homeroom teacher was grinning from ear to ear. The headmaster stayed in the class the longest and was in the highest mood. Liberal Arts Class [-] was brilliant in this competition, so how could he not be happy.

At the end of the party, everyone was busy cleaning the battlefield, setting up tables and chairs, and had to go to class the next day.

This day was both exciting and exhausting, the hustle and bustle that filled my ears suddenly fell silent, and the dim light on the way home was like a dream.

"Is it cold?" Cen Jin asked.In winter in the north, although it is warm indoors, it is freezing cold outside.

Siting shook his head, "It's not cold, it's just that my hands are a little cold."

"Why aren't you wearing gloves?"

"Maybe it's because the backstage is too messy and I can't find it."

"Come on!" Cen Jin opened his coat pocket.

Cen Jin doesn't wear gloves in winter, he thinks it's cumbersome, so he puts them in his pocket when it's extremely cold.Siting's little hand reached in, it was cool, and Cen Jin gently held it, so soft, so soft that his heart trembled.

"Ajin, did I dance well today?" Siting asked.

"Of course, you didn't see it, everyone is crazy about you."

"What, you didn't praise me!"

"Me? I am astonished as a celestial being, and I forget to say anything if I want to boast."

Siting pouted, "That's not true, every time you danced before, your mouth seemed to be covered with honey."

Cen Jin smiled, "I don't know why, when you were dancing today, I felt that you were so far away from me, as if I was about to lose you."

Siting also laughed, "Losing me? It's like you lost me."

Cen Jin's heart trembled, but he didn't speak.

Siting shook her hand, "Ajin, you are great. Our class is thanks to you this time."

Cen Jin didn't speak, just walked with his head down.

"Why, not happy?" Si Ting asked while holding her hand, "We performed so well, why aren't we happy?"

Cen Jin smiled, "I'm not unhappy, maybe I'm a little tired."

Mo Ran walked downstairs to Si Ting's house, the two were about to break up, and both were reluctant to leave.Si Ting still hadn't removed her make-up, under the street lamp, there was a kind of charm that didn't suit her age.There is a little snow in the sky, and it will become bigger at night.

"Thinking," Cen Jin suddenly called her.

"Ajin, what's wrong with you?"

Cen Jin said in a daze, "You are so beautiful."

Si Ting covered his mouth and smiled, "You're so stupid."

Cen Jin lowered his head, thinking that she was stupid to the end, there was nothing wrong with her.

"Dancing today, are you happy?"

"Well, happy." Si Ting smiled, as if reminiscing about the short moment on the stage.

"You dance so well, you should go to the art student exam."

Siting shook his head, "No, art is just youth food. Look at my aunt, she is still alone."

"why?"

"I heard from my mother that you were too picky when you were young, but when you get older, no one wants to marry a woman who can only dance." Si Ting looked lonely.

"You are different." Cen Jin said.

"Oh, why am I different?"

Cen Jin lowered his head and kicked the snowflakes on the ground, and said vaguely, "You have me."

"What?" Siting didn't hear clearly.

Cen Jin raised his head and collected himself, "Siting, do you still remember the letter I wrote to you earlier?"

Siting looked into her eyes, vaguely felt what she was going to say, and his heart beat.

"Maybe I didn't write well enough, but..."—

"Stop thinking!" He suddenly heard someone calling, and when he looked back, it was his mother.

"Siting, why did you come back? I'm going to pick you up!" Liu Qin hurried over, pulled Siting and said, "Auntie has something urgent, I'll go home and explain it to you. I'm sorry, Xiaojin. Talk again!"

"Uh...Okay." Cen Jin's words were abruptly blocked back, and seeing Siting going upstairs, he had no choice but to go home in vain.