Two slow-moving people fall in love

Ye Yunyi: 【Are you free next Tuesday? 】

Perhaps because the weather is too cold recently, fewer and fewer children come to the Children's Palace. Han Xuan is in charge of the children's class. There are about [-] children in eight or nine years old. It is the time when cats hate dogs. The first two people came Qi, every time he was in class, he would quarrel over the roof. One day, Han Xuan had two big heads, and today he was only halfway there. Han Xuan only felt that walking was floating, and he was relaxed from head to toe.

At the end of the afternoon class, Han Xuan stood at the bus stop and took out his mobile phone, just in time to see the message from Ye Yunyi.

next Tuesday?

Never mind next Tuesday, he thought.Even next next Tuesday, next next Tuesday, he would not be free.

He replied that there shouldn't be any, and flipped it up, almost slipping to the top.

On New Year's Day, he was lying on the bed after dancing, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't given the money to Ye Yunyi, so he forwarded the money on WeChat, and Ye Yunyi accepted it—this move made him feel very comfortable—and then asked him why he was up so late .He said that he suddenly received a performance task, so he had to practice quickly.Ye Yunyi then told him to pay attention to rest, and the two chatted casually before saying good night.

Then he didn't speak again.

Han Xuan recalled it for a while, and found that although he and Ye Yunyi became friends half a month ago, the words between the two of them might not be as much as they said in the car that day.

It was not rush hour, and there was no one in the car. As soon as Han Xuan found a seat by the window, his phone vibrated.

Ye Yunyi: 【Still busy with the show? 】

Han Xuan replied "Yes", after thinking about it, he felt a little dry, so he added another sentence.

Han Xuan: [Should not be free until next year]

There was no movement at the other end, Han Xuan turned his head and looked out the window, his mind was full of "next Tuesday".

Next Tuesday... Next Tuesday is January NO.20, January NO.20...

January NO.20, the last show of Limon's tour, is at the People's Theater in Beicheng.

It's a pity that he has no time and no money, so he can only wait for the second lifetime.

He sighed a little, and said to himself that it doesn't matter, he can also search the live video online, maybe one day he will be able to achieve the achievement of "collecting live video of all Limon's performances".

He was letting his thoughts wander aimlessly when his phone vibrated twice again.

Ye Yunyi: [Although reason tells me that I should persuade you to work hard, I still want to ask you a question...]

Ye Yunyi: [Are you interested in Limon's tour? 】

Han Xuan took a breath, stared at the string of English letters on the screen and spelled them several times before he was sure that the Limon Ye Yunyi was talking about was the Limon he had admired for a long time.

He vaguely understood what Ye Yunyi meant, but he didn't want to ask directly with the cheek, after deliberation, he turned a corner and said: [Actually, Limon is my idol all along]

sent out.Looking left and right, he always felt that it was too suggestive, and his face couldn't stop getting hot, thinking how could I say such a thing.But his finger hung on the screen for half a minute, but he never pressed to withdraw.

Who knows that when Ye Yunyi saw this sentence, she stared at the phone and couldn't help laughing, as if she had finally bought the number after hard calculation for several days. She looked like an eighteen-year-old, nineteen-year-old, A boy in love.

He reckoned that Han Xuan was thin-skinned, so he didn't dare to procrastinate, and then said that he had two tickets for the tour, and asked Han Xuan if he could make time to watch it together.

Although Han Xuan was busy practicing dance and wanted to stay in the practice room 24 hours a day, but in front of the rare opportunity to enjoy Limon's performance live, he had to stand aside even at the party, so after counting his own money, he decisively agreed Ye Yunyi.

Ye Yunyi said: [That Tuesday afternoon at 03:30, I will wait for you at the door. 】

Han Xuan: [Okay, in return, I will treat you to dinner, I know a vegetarian restaurant with good taste]

Ye Yunyi said: [Then I will ask you to show me the way. 】

Han Xuan couldn't help laughing: [No problem]

Maybe it was affected by the cold wave, the whole day of Tuesday in North City

The sky was a bit gloomy, and Han Xuan was so sorry that he stayed in the practice room all morning and didn't leave until dinner time.

In the dormitory, he used his own small pot to simmer the small sausages he bought a few days ago. The power of the pot was very low, and he waited for a long time to simmer the sausages thoroughly. Teng Di was brought out.

He was about to take his first bite when his phone rang.

"Brother, why don't you come back for the Chinese New Year?"

"Dean," Han Xuan put down the spoon, "How do you know?"

"Didn't you tell your sister Wanwan?" The old dean worried: "Is it because you don't have enough money? Or can't you buy a ticket? You sister Wanwan said that you are already on vacation now, and it is not good to live alone in the school , I’ll give you some money, you can buy a plane ticket and come back.”

Sister Guanwan, whose name is Chen Wanwan, has often come to the orphanage to help since she was in junior high school, treating Han Xuan like her own younger brother.

Last night, Chen Guanwan called to ask about Han Xuan's holiday time, and Han Xuan told about not going back during the winter vacation. He was afraid that the old man would be sad, and planned to surprise the dean on the day of the party, but the dean accidentally heard it Just a few words, I was so anxious that I didn't sleep well all night, and I thought that Han Xuan had always been cautious since he was a child, and he tried not to use the money from the orphanage as an adult. At this moment, he didn't know what to say.

Han Xuan explained the whole thing carefully, and repeatedly assured that he had enough money, and there were other students staying in the dormitory, so the dean was a little relieved, and asked him if he had eaten.

Han Xuan: "The meal has just been cooked, and I'm ready to eat."

The dean said: "Take a nap after eating, don't be too tired."

Han Xuan said honestly: "I'm not tired, I have to go out in the afternoon, and go to the show with my friends."

"Watching a performance?" The dean smiled: "Girl or boy?"

"Boy," Han Xuan also smiled, "I've let you down."

The dean said sadly: "You, you have known dancing since you were a child. Minmin brought his girlfriend back this time, and you are still alone."

Han Xuan smiled and said, "Minmin is so handsome, not like me."

"Oh, it's starting to perfunctory me." The dean smiled helplessly: "Hurry up and eat, and stop talking."

"You pay attention to your body."

"Okay, let's go."

It was cloudy all morning, and when Han Xuan was about to go out, it really started to snow. Han Xuan didn't take an umbrella, but went out wearing a hat, and felt a chill as soon as he went out.

In winter, his hands and feet tend to get cold. At this time, he couldn't help shivering, and pulled the scarf to cover half of his face.

Ye Yunyi had already arrived and was waiting at the school gate. He was wearing a long coat today, saw Han Xuan from a distance, and waved to him.

Han Xuan trotted over and was helped by Ye Yunyi: "Don't worry, the performance is still early."

The car never turned off, and Han Xuan felt a rush of warmth as soon as he sat in. He tore the scarf a little, and said to Ye Yunyi: "Sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"I just arrived too." Ye Yunyi saw that he had fastened his seat belt, and brought him a cup of fruit tea from the back seat: "Try the fruit tea you bought on the way just now, if it suits your taste."

Han Xuan didn't expect him to be so careful, so he took it in secret surprise: "Thank you." He lifted the lid of the cup, put it to his mouth and sipped it carefully. A warm current warms the lungs.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and with obvious satisfaction, he turned to Ye Yunyi and said, "It tastes good."

Ye Yunyi was driving the car. Hearing this, she glanced at him and said with a smile in her tone, "That's good."

Then he pointed in front of Han Xuan and said, "There are tissues in the cupboard, take them yourself."

Han Xuan complied, and continued to sip the fruit tea. He lowered his head slightly, gradually lost in thought.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a hot drink on such a cold day. He had stayed in Beicheng for nearly ten years. If it wasn't for the cold wave that happened once in 30 years this year, he would have thought that he was used to the dry and cold weather in the north. winter.

He looked at the paper cup in his hand and gently blew away the rising heat.

——If it wasn't for this cup of fruit tea today, he would have thought that he was used to the life where no one seemed to care about living alone all these years.

He remembered that day at Shen Huiyi's house, Huang Yifan secretly watched him with concern and searching.

The temperature of the fruit tea reached his body through layers of barriers, weaving together with the warmth of that night into a pair of soft hands, gently supporting his equally soft heart.

The snow car drove slowly, but fortunately they set off early on purpose, and entered the field early when they arrived.

Han Xuan followed Ye Yunyi to find a seat, and found that the two were seated in the VIP area. He was a little surprised in his heart, but on the surface everything was as usual.

Ye Yunyi didn't notice, she sat down and turned to him and said, "I just saw that you took two introductions, are they about Limon?"

People behind them entered the arena from time to time, and there was a lot of noise. Han Xuan saw Ye Yunyi's mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear a word, so he leaned over slightly and asked him: "What did you say?"

His movements were very natural, and Ye Yunyi saw his delicate face enlarged in front of his eyes without warning, his pure black pupils were full of doubts, staring at him intently, as if a dozen pressure cookers rang in his ears at the same time , buzzing, even my mind was a little dazed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Xuan thought he didn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice and called him.

"Ye Yunyi?"

He has stayed in Beicheng for ten years, but he still speaks with Jiang Xia's soft accent. When he said just three words, it seemed a little more tender, which made Ye Yunyi's heart soften for a while.

He collected himself and said, "It's okay. I see you just took two brochures. Is it Limon's introduction?"

As if a certain switch was touched, Han Xuan's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes, it's to introduce Limon and this tour."

He was about to introduce Limon's performance, but suddenly thought that Ye Yunyi might not like it, so he forced himself to take back his momentum, pursed his lips and smiled at Ye Yunyi.

Although he stopped talking, the eagerness in his eyes couldn't be more obvious. Ye Yunyi looked into his bright eyes, and consciously cooperated, "Can you introduce me?"

"sure!"

Han Xuan felt relieved, and then laughed: "So you like Limon too."

No, Ye Yunyi also smiled at him, I only like you.

Perhaps because the position is directly in front of the stage, Han Xuan can always catch Limon's eyes throughout the performance. He is simply flattered. His eyes followed Limon without any distraction. He didn't relax until the intermission. His eyes were sore and swollen. It's unbearable.

Ye Yunyi watched him blink non-stop, and worried: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No," Han Xuan said shyly, "Maybe I haven't blinked for too long just now, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

Ye Yunyi nodded, lowered her head to fiddle with her phone, got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Han Xuan responded, sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

Originally, he just wanted to relax his eyes, but he fell asleep for some reason. He didn't know until Ye Yunyi woke him up that the performance was about to start.

Ye Yunyi took out a bottle of eye drops like a magic trick: "Do you need me to help you?"

Han Xuan couldn't believe it: "Are there any eye drops in the theater?"

"No no," Ye Yunyi explained with a smile: "This is my friend's, I'll borrow it."

"Oh," Han Xuan took the eye drops, "What a coincidence, I can meet you here."

Ye Yunyi didn't answer, and watched him use the eye drops before continuing: "Actually, we didn't meet by chance, we will definitely meet him when we come here today."

Han Xuan looked at him with a blank face.

Ye Yunyi said: "I'm friends with Limon, I borrowed this from him."

Han Xuan:! ! ! !

Ye Yunyi: "So, after the end, do you want to go backstage and meet the real idol?"

"I...I..." Han Xuan was so nervous that his tongue tied up: "I, I, I, can I?"

He clenched the small eyedrops in his hands, wishing he could take them home and frame them.

"Of course." The lights dimmed, and Ye Yunyi lowered her voice, sounding a little gentle: "Let's go backstage after the show, and now focus on watching the show."

He fixedly looked at Han Xuan, with a flash of tenderness in his eyes.

Han Xuan didn't notice - he was immersed in the excitement of seeing his idol, until the end of the performance, he followed Ye Yunyi and stood at the door of the lounge, still feeling that everything was like a dream.

The white door was ajar, Ye Yunyi knocked it twice, pushed it open and walked in.

No one else was there, Limon leaned against the table, watching Ye Yunyi walk in leisurely, his eyes touched Han Xuan behind him, and he was slightly taken aback.

"Han Xuan, this is Limon." Ye Yunyi supported Han Xuan behind him, then turned to Limon and said, "...Limon, this is the Han Xuan I told you about."

Limon raised his eyebrows with great interest, turned to Han Xuan and said, "Hello, Han Xuan."

Han Xuan greeted him as if sleepwalking, but still felt a strong sense of unreality.

And something even more unreal came one after another: Limon looked between the two of them for a while, and smiled at Han Xuan: "I have seen your performance, it is wonderful."

!!!

Han Xuan's eyes widened in surprise, he thought he might faint in the next second: "Thank you, I, I didn't expect you...I, I..."

He was incoherent with excitement, and finally blushed: "I'm so happy... Thank you!"

"You're welcome, I'm telling the truth." Limon laughed. He has a quarter of Caucasian blood, his eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people's, and his eyes look very deep. Then the video he saw...he watched all of your..."

"Limon."

Ye Yunyi interrupted: "Didn't you have something to tell Han Xuan before?"

Limon didn't answer, and stared at Ye Yunyi with a half-smile.

Ye Yunyi looked back as usual with a smile: "What you said just now, can't you remember it so soon?"

The eyes of the two of them held deep meaning in the air, and there were programmed smiles on their faces.

The room fell into silence for a while, and Han Xuan was in it, and for no reason he smelled a trace of sword-ridden aura.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Only then did he realize that there was a discordant harmony in the auras of the two people in front of him, and it was impossible for outsiders to penetrate.

In the end, Limon chuckled and made a concession first: "...Of course I remember."

As he said, he stepped over Ye Yunyi and came to Han Xuan: "I heard from Ah Yi that you will graduate soon, do you have a definite development direction now?"

Han Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Not yet, but I'm going to take the dance theater exam, so I'm sure."

Limon nodded: "Then is there any intention to come to my dance company?"

He pondered for a moment, then continued: "With your ability, you can come to us as the male chief."

"..."

Han Xuan took a deep breath, and felt that he might really be going into a coma on the spot.

When Han Xuan came out holding the brochure, the audience had already left. On the title page of the brochure was Limon's signature.

"Signature?" Limon quickly signed his name: "I will be a colleague in the future. Have you ever seen someone asking for a colleague's signature?"

He took it for granted, as if he was very sure that Han Xuan would come in, "Let me write you a blessing." He thought for a while, and wrote while saying: "I wish student Han Xuan to graduate as soon as possible and come to our group as the male chief."

When the two got into the car, Ye Yunyi handed him a bottle of warm water, telling him to drink something to warm his stomach first: "Then it's up to you to guide the way."

The snow has stopped, and the snow on the road has been swept to the sides, revealing the open road ahead.

"Thank you." Han Xuan took a sip and smiled embarrassedly: "I still feel like a dream, it's too unreal."

Ye Yunyi gave him a funny look: "Is it unreal to come to see the scene, or is it unreal to see an idol?"

"It's not real." Han Xuan said: "I've always wanted to see Limon live, I've always wanted to meet Limon once, and I've always thought that if I can join Limon's dance troupe one day, that would be the fulfillment of my lifelong pursuit."

He paused, then turned his head to look at Ye Yunyi: "As a result, today, all of these have been realized."

He lowered his voice very softly, as if he was afraid of breaking the dream.

The night was falling, the lights on both sides of the road were dim, and the bright lights passed through the car windows, turning into small light clusters, dancing in his eyes.

His eyes were bright and focused, and they fell on Ye Yunyi through the clear water, as if they were real.

Ye Yunyi turned her head to look at him, and suddenly felt that if a gust of wind came at this time, it might wrinkle the pool of water in his eyes and shatter the sparkling light on the water surface.