Chapter Twenty-Nine: Flowing Clouds
The appearance of the first meeting made the venue quiet for a moment.
In the silence, the girl on the stage was imprinted in everyone's eyes, she had long hair like clouds and clear facial features, wearing a pure white dress, and a little cinnabar in the center of her eyebrows, which was so beautiful that it felt unreal.
After a moment, the background music slowly sounded.
Five girls in red fringed long skirts held a one-meter-high palace fan, which began to move in a fan-shaped shape, and the side of the palace fan embroidered with advertising words has been hidden behind it, revealing only one side of the oil painting painted on the gate of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School, with lighting background panels and other props to create a classical atmosphere of artistic conception.
And in the center of attention, the girl dances lightly in white.
Her delicate and slender body slowly rose and fell in the melodious music, moving slowly like a cloud, and turning like a whirlwind.
"Luoshen" as a classic dance that flashes with the brilliant Chinese culture and carries the classical beauty of China, the artistic conception of great compassion and love is not beyond the reach of a young girl, and it is even difficult to express the style, posture, rhythm and flow of Chinese classical dance to the fullest, but between her every move, she can show an ethereal and pure sense of purity.
There seemed to be the smell of sunshine and the wetness of dew in her dancing figure, which was a kind of youthful and pure breath that only existed in memory, like finding an old photo from many years ago in a dusty corner, blurred by overexposure, only green, slender grass tips, and the girl's thin calves, and the flying white skirt.
Clear, clear, with the original beauty.
I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until the girls on the stage bowed and the teachers and students who were immersed in the pure sound of the piano and the wonderful dance that they realized that the show was over, and they all gave a standing ovation.
But at this time, Yu Xiaorui, who was standing behind the first meeting, whispered, and a few other dancers turned the palace fan held high 180°, revealing a row of golden characters: "Zhang Jiqi Fengdu Fish Powder Shop, congratulations on the complete success of the 88th anniversary of Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School!"
Jiangchuan No. 1 Middle School Gymnasium is the Xiangjiang philanthropist Mr. Yingdong investment and construction, completed in more than a year, in that era is a relatively large gymnasium in Jiangchuan City, tonight's theatrical performance venue can accommodate more than 3,000 people, but also installed that era more advanced full-color (full·color) multi-gray display.
Through the large display screen, this scene appeared in everyone's somewhat stunned eyes in an instant.
This, this, this......
The fairy descends to earth in the last second, and the garbage advertising time in the next second?
Lin Shiyu couldn't help laughing.
This style of painting is a bit awkward in her eyes, although the palace fan is well-made, but what is this Zhang Jiqi Fengdu fish powder shop and the city No. 1 Middle School Colonel Qing can't be beaten, but anyway, this Zhang Jiqi Fengdu fish powder is remembered by many students present.
"The owner of this fishmeal shop is quite talented. ”
"Not only is he talented, but he is also estimated to be very handsome and temperamental. Zhang Yunqi was a rare bag, he smiled and held the camera, aimed at the stage and "clicked" and shot wildly.
It wasn't until the stage lights went out and the dance team left that he put down his camera and glanced at Jiang Lihua, who was sitting not far from the side, the distance was too far away to see it clearly, but he faintly felt that the expression on his face was not very good-looking, and he was not notified of the advertisement, and he couldn't do it if he was notified.
In fact, several girls in the dance team can cooperate with him to operate this matter privately, in addition to the two hundred yuan that is enough for their pocket money for a semester, of course, there is also an iron relationship with him, and the first-year high school students are not so snobbish.
This little episode was just a flash, except for the bright and poetic face and the little impression that Zhang Jiqi Fengdu Fish Powder Shop left a little impression in everyone's hearts, with the next show being staged, they were quickly left behind, but the art show was seriously overtimed, and it didn't end until more than ten o'clock.
Zhang Yunqi had already achieved his goal, said hello to Lin Shiyu, and the two left each other's contact information, and he left before the end of the party.
Backstage at the venue.
After the first time I saw the performance, I changed back into my school uniform.
The other girls of the dance team were going to see a theatrical performance, but they didn't go at first sight, she wanted to go to the classroom to get her school bag, so she left first.
At that time, it was not yet ten o'clock, and most of the students were still watching the performance in the venue, and the corridor was very quiet, but when she walked to the door of the gymnasium, she saw Lin Zihao.
Lin Zihao seemed to have been waiting at the door of the gymnasium for a long time.
He sat on a motorcycle and smoked, the motorcycle is very famous in the school, it is the Suzuki King created by the young riding company in 1989 to introduce the technology of the island country Suzuki Group, the superstar Leslie Cheung served as the image spokesperson, the legendary car that sold well in China in the eighties and nineties, there is only one in the whole city, in fact, not to mention students, for ordinary families, this thing is an unbearable luxury.
Every afternoon after school, as long as the students hear the shrill and low hum of the motor at the school gate, they know that it is Lin Zihao, the man of the year in the school, who is coming, and then within a few seconds, they can see a blue shadowy motorcycle passing by in the surprised sound of the girls.
Seeing the first meeting, Lin Zihao threw away the cigarette butt and smiled: "First meeting, are you going home?"
Hatsumi frowned and nodded.
Lin Zihao smiled: "I'll send you, get in the car." ”
"Don't bother, I still have to go to the classroom to pick up something. "At first sight, the voice was calm.
Lin Zihao was stunned, and immediately smiled: "It's okay, I'll accompany you to the classroom first, it's so late, and there is no bus, it's not safe to wait for a girl to go home." ”
Hatsumi shook his head: "No need, wait for someone to pick me up." ”
Lin Zihao could feel that this girl was prevaricating him, and said with a smile: "That's good, is it your father?"
Hatsumi was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away: "Hatsumi." ”
When she first looked up, in her clear eyes, she saw Zhang Yunqi stepping on his 28 pole and driving from the night, driving to the front, Zhang Yunqi shook his tail coquettishly, stopped in front of her, and said with a smile: "Luoshen, do you want to take the car?"
Chumi pursed his lips and smiled.
Then he turned his head sideways and said to Lin Zihao: "My friend has arrived." ”
After speaking, the first time I saw him, he directly crossed Lin Zihao, whose face suddenly darkened, and walked towards Zhang Yunqi on the other side.
Just took two steps, she hesitated, turned back, picked up the cigarette butt that Lin Zihao threw on the ground and put it in the trash can, and said to Lin Zihao very politely: "It's just a small suggestion, in the future, don't litter." ”