Two slow-moving people fall in love

Dec. 12, 19:9 p.m., Dance Theater.

"It's almost ten o'clock, let's go." A girl with make-up yawned, and urged the girl beside her, "Huang Yifan didn't come two days ago, and now it's all over, there's no way he can come."

The girl who was persuaded was unmoved, and hugged her companion's arm coquettishly: "Oh, please, just wait a little longer. If he doesn't come by ten o'clock, we will leave immediately!"

The girl curled her lips and said helplessly, "Then I'll wait for you at 711."

The girl immediately smiled and said, "You are really—— good!"

The girl rolled her eyes in disgust.

Zhou Baiyu stood where he was and watched her go out, then turned around and found a corner to sit down.

The performers participating in the rehearsal had already dispersed, and she was the only one in the huge performance hall.

She is not a member of the dance theater, the reason why she appears here is all due to the relationship of friends who work in the dance theater.

She wanted to take a group photo or autograph of the male chief of the dance theater - she was a fan of Huang Yifan.

In order to avoid attracting other people in the courtyard, they turned off all the lights in the hall, leaving only a wall lamp in the deepest part, forming a faint light cluster in the darkness

Zhou Baiyu opened the paper bag next to him again, and fiddled with the contents in the dim light.

A box of biscuits—she baked it herself; a letter—it took her more than half a month; and the bottom one is a naive hand warmer—some time ago, Huang Yifan took a selfie on Weibo and made some complaints by the way The aging heating facilities of the dance theater.

I don't know if he will like these things.

Zhou Baiyu carefully arranged the paper bag on the seat beside him, and looked towards the door.

The white light in the corridor leaked from the half-closed door, and there was no sound from outside, and the real needle drop could be heard.

She maintained this watching posture, sitting in her seat and waiting quietly.

1 minute, 2 minutes... 7 minutes.

It seemed that a soft ring could be heard, and the hourly bell sounded in the distance.

A friend's WeChat message also arrived at the same time: "Can we go now? [Tan Shou]"

Zhou Baiyu sighed, and sent a voice in despair: "Here we come..."

The wall lamp went out, she picked up the paper bag and slowly walked out of the dance theater building.

I didn't pay attention when I went out, and was bumped into by a person, and there was a shoe print on the newly bought white shoes.

"How do you—"

Unexpectedly, the man ran into the building in a few steps without looking up.

"...What qualities..."

"What's the matter, Bai Yu?" The friend ran over, "Did that man bump into you?"

"Yeah, I didn't even say I'm sorry, and I don't know why I was rushing so late."

Zhou Baiyu patted the upper of the shoe, and waved his hand angrily: "It's really unqualified, I'm so mad."

"Don't be angry, that kind of person is not worth it." Haohao persuaded in a friendly voice: "Let's go back and eat something good. Do you want to see the performance tomorrow? I can take you in."

"Really?" Zhou Baiyu cheered, "You are really my little angel!"

December 12, Dance Theater.

A black SUV parked steadily at the door.

The person sitting in the co-pilot looked out the window, turned his head and said to the people beside him: "I'm leaving."

Ye Yunyi had just turned off the fire, when she heard the words "hmm", "Aren't you waiting for me?"

Han Xuan paused when he opened the door, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You...are you going too?"

"Don't want to?" Ye Yunyi raised her hand to fasten her seat belt, and said with a smile, "If you don't want to, I won't go."

"I didn't, but..." won't do you well.

"Okay, just kidding." Ye Yunyi smiled, took the scarf from the back seat, watched Han Xuan put it on, and reached out to help him put on the hat, "Go, see you tonight."

Half of Han Xuan's face was wrapped in a scarf, and he bent his eyes at Ye Yunyi, "See you tonight."

The performance was about to start, and the friend finally told Zhou Baiyu not to run around, and ran out with his skirt.

Listening to the voices coming from the corridor, Zhou Baiyu was sitting in the dressing room, scrolling through Weibo boredly, laughing at a joke, when the door suddenly opened.

"……Feel sorry."

The person who opened the door obviously didn't expect that there would be someone behind the door. He retracted the foot that had stepped in and looked up at the door plate.

Zhou Baiyu quickly stood up and explained: "Well, I'm waiting for my friend here..."

"Oh..." The visitor smiled sheepishly, "I thought I made a mistake."

As he spoke, he walked in quickly, found two pins on the table, and quickly fastened them to the back waist of the costume.

After pinning it up, he turned sideways to the mirror, making sure that he couldn't tell the difference from the outside, so he let out a breath, turned his head and nodded politely to Zhou Baiyu who was standing beside him.

Zhou Baiyu stood by the table, staring blankly at this handsome young man coming and going in a hurry, until the sound of closing the door, he suddenly reacted.

Wasn't that person just now Han Xuan? !

It's no wonder she didn't recognize him. Firstly, Han Xuan put on stage makeup, and secondly, she didn't pay special attention to Han Xuan, so she just had a hazy impression of him just now.

But looking at it this way, Han Xuan himself is really pretty good.she thinks.

The face can fight, the person is also nice, and it seems to be really good.

She sat back, unable to bear the longing.

... If you cooperate with my family, the effect will definitely be amazing.

The voices of people outside disappeared, and after a brief silence, the soundtrack of the dance drama slowly sounded.

Zhou Baiyu opened the door, stood in the corridor and looked in the direction of the stage, vaguely saw people dancing on the stage, and a tall and straight figure behind the curtain waiting to take the stage.

She stood outside and looked around, but the angle was not good, and she really couldn't see the name. After watching for a while, she had to close the door and go back to the dressing room.

A while later, just as Zhou Baiyu had emptied the homepage of Weibo and was about to turn to the trending posts, the door in front of her was opened.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw a group of girls who were supposed to be dancing on the stage pouring in. Her friend came out from the crowd and pulled her aside.

Not far away, the girls gathered together, discussing something in a hurry, Zhou Baiyu's ears were confused, and he asked his friend: "What's the matter, are you not dancing?"

The friend shook his head and said, "I can't dance anymore, the lead dancer had an accident and was just sent to the hospital."

10 minutes ago

The lights dimmed.

Ye Yunyi sat in the auditorium, her eyes following the thin figure on the stage.

Han Xuan wore a shadow blue dance costume this time, the fabric was very thin, and it stuck to his body, clearly outlining the outline.

Even though he had discovered that Han Xuan had lost weight a long time ago, Ye Yunyi was still shocked when he was standing on the stage.

Compared with when we first met in the dance hall, Han Xuan has lost a lot of weight.

What is the reason?

He looked at the person on the stage, the smile on his face was clearly as bright as when he first met, but it seemed to be different.

What about that Han Xuan who seemed to be glowing all over back then?

He withdrew his gaze almost guilty, and randomly landed on a certain reflective spot on the stage.

It seems to be a piece of metal, and the light spots projected by the lights will change as Han Xuan steps on it.

change?

Ye Yunyi's eyes became sharp in an instant.

wrong.

He stared at Han Xuan's footsteps, watching him step on that floor again.

The changes in the light spots became more and more obvious.

He suddenly realized something and sat up straight suddenly.

However it was too late.

Tanhai jumps in the mid-incline and turned over with steps. Han Xuan landed on the floor and took off with one foot——

The next second, he staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

"Han Xuan!!"

Ye Yunyi suddenly got up, his mind went blank, and even his heart stopped beating.

From the seventh row to the stage, he always thought it was the best distance, but now it seemed to be extended ten times or a hundred times out of thin air, and he couldn't finish it.

There was an uproar in the auditorium. The audience in the back row was eager to understand what happened. The people in the front row saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes rushing onto the stage, kneeling beside the injured dancer with unconcealable panic.

"What's going on?" "Is there an accident in the performance?" "Who is that man?" "Why did he rush up, what is their relationship?"...

The discussion became louder and more outrageous speculations were made. Many viewers reacted and pulled out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.

Ye Yunyi didn't understand these things.

His Han Xuan fell sideways on the stage, and he was so violently deflated that he even curled up weakly. The metal edge scratched his graceful foot and was dripping with blood. The severe pain caused by his ankle injury made him tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing him coming, a difficult smile slowly appeared on Han Xuan's pale face.

"Ayi..."

These two words were clearly out of tune, but they almost crushed Ye Yunyi's heart.

"Do not talk."

Ye Yunyi picked him up steadily, and strode out through the crowd.

Han Xuan leaned against his chest weakly, the cold sweat on his forehead instantly wet Ye Yunyi's coat, his body bumped slightly with Ye Yunyi's steps, every bump would cause a stabbing pain in his ankle, but he listened to With that steady heartbeat, I feel in a trance that all the pain has gone away, only this person's heartbeat is the only reality.

Until this moment, he didn't feel that he really had this person.