Yinglong still remembers that the school once held a theatrical performance, and Yinglong participated in it for the first time, and felt both fresh and a little nervous.

In each class, about 20 students were sent to join the chorus, and each boy was required to wear a white shirt, black trousers, and a red tie.

Girls wear little black dresses, which are tight skirts with tight skirts, which are also the most popular styles of the year.

Yinglong and a few boys were selected to participate in the show, which surprised him a little, after all, he didn't like to sing very much, let alone participate in such competitions.

But since the teacher asked for it, he couldn't refuse, so he had to follow the teacher's arrangement and go home to prepare the costumes needed for the performance.

Binglan and several other good-looking girls were also selected, Yinglong couldn't help but feel funny, it seems that this performance still needs to look at the looks, otherwise how could these flower-like girls be selected by the teacher?

It seems that the students who participated in the competition are really not crooked melons and cracked dates, Yinglong can't help but admire, our teacher's vision is really picky.

There was not much time left to prepare, and the homeroom teacher was anxious to lead everyone to rehearse a few times, and then it was time to perform.

In fact, the rehearsal time is the most boring time for everyone, repeating the traditional songs over and over again, and being picked and picked by the teacher to comment, for a while saying that this is not sung well, and then saying that it is not sung well, which makes everyone nervous, worried that after going on stage, will they appear in public.

It wasn't until the teacher finally said yes that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On the day of the performance, everyone played at a super level and won a ranking that was not embarrassing or embarrassing, and the stone in the teacher's heart fell to the ground.

"Everyone is doing well!

"Teacher has worked hard!"

Everyone looked at the nervous teacher and smiled.

During the break offstage, the students talked about the performance on stage just now, and even commented on the performances of other classmates.

After the end of the session, the students walked out of the campus in pairs.

Yinglong went to the bathroom, came out a little late, and his classmates were gone.

Yinglong didn't ride a bicycle today, so he had to walk slowly along the way home.

He looked around at the storefront on the side of the road, and it happened that a video store was playing loudly from the Little Tigers' "Green Apple Paradise".

Listening to the energetic singing of the Little Tigers, Yinglong was a little fascinated.

When he walked to the corner of the street, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of him, it was Binglan.

Perhaps because she was wearing a tight skirt, Binglan's steps seemed a little unmoving, and she walked forward in small steps.

Yinglong saw it, his eyes lit up, and he followed a few steps to catch up with her: "Binglan!"

Binglan looked back at Yinglong and smiled: "Well, what's wrong?"

Yinglong smiled embarrassedly and whispered, "I see that you walk so slowly, is it not easy to walk in a tight skirt?"

Yinglong didn't know what topic to talk to Binglan about, so he casually said something brainless.

When Binglan heard this, she was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and said disdainfully: "Where, I'm walking quite well!"

She looked at the ground with her eyes and complained in her heart: "How do you know that I can't walk well in a short skirt, don't you know that this is the latest style?"

Yinglong seemed to have an understanding, and continued to say thoughtlessly: "Oh, I thought you weren't used to wearing a short skirt! But I know this is the latest style this year, and you still look good in it!"

Saying that, Yinglong couldn't help but glance Binglan up and down, it turned out that Binglan's figure was really good-looking in this fashion, very girly, and he couldn't help but want to praise a few words.

Binglan groaned for a moment and replied very briskly: "It's pretty average, but I'm okay with walking in my clothes, it's fine, you don't have to worry." ”

But Yinglong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and he felt a little embarrassed, but Yinglong felt that it was better to say something in front of Binglan, such an opportunity was rare.

They walked together for a few minutes, chatted about some common topics, and just arrived at the crossroads, Yinglong hurriedly said, "Binglan, then I'll go first!"

After speaking, he grabbed a few steps and ran to the other side of the road, at this time Yinglong felt a little fever on his face, but he vaguely heard Binglan whispering a few words behind him, but under the noisy voice, Yinglong didn't hear what she was saying.

Yinglong suddenly felt that his brain was a little blank, but his legs still quickened his pace and rushed home.

He didn't understand why he was so shy in front of girls, but he was unwilling, was he so afraid to talk in front of girls? Could it be that women are really tigers?

Yinglong couldn't help but think: Since I can't speak so much, why don't I prepare a topic next time and chat with Binglan for a few more words, I was so nervous just now that I didn't know what to say, and I seemed clueless.

However, at this moment, it feels like being in a flower bush, and butterflies are flying all over the sky.

Yinglong remembered the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and he didn't know whether he was incarnated as a butterfly or a butterfly as himself.

But he knew that in his dream, Zhuang Zhou and his beloved butterfly flew together.

Therefore, Yinglong thinks that Zhuang Zhou is really dancing with his sweetheart as a butterfly.

Although it is not said much in the story, according to Yinglong's understanding, the protagonist of the story should be in such a situation, but it is inconvenient to say it, although this is just a legend.

At that moment, Yinglong also seemed to feel the fragrance of flowers, and he was willing to turn into a butterfly and dance among the flowers.

He had seen the scene of butterflies flying all over the sky among the gorgeous flowers, and he could imagine how wonderful Zhuang Zhou's butterfly dream was, so that he didn't know where he was and what it was.

Yinglong thinks that Zhuang Zhou is so romantic, and even leaves such a classic story.

He also wants to become a free butterfly, fly with his partner, and enjoy the romance of nature.

It's just that it's just a feeling, and he doesn't know what he will be behind him, whether he will turn into a butterfly as he wishes, or whether he will be born in another family and become someone else's child.

But in the few minutes when he talked to Binglan, Yinglong was really happy, although he was a little restrained, he still couldn't suppress his unrestrained thinking.

Therefore, Yinglong felt that although he only had a few minutes to talk to Binglan, he felt that the overcast sky seemed to be clear.

But Yinglong felt that time was too short, he couldn't find more topics to talk about, and because of his own restraint, he didn't know how to say it.

But in high school, Yinglong didn't think much about it, because he was too nervous to study.

His restrained personality could not be soothed, and he had been tense through every day and night.

Yinglong returned home and went to his room.

He felt a little tired, so he lay down in bed and rested.

Yinglong closed his eyes, and he could still see what he had just seen.

And the previous theatrical performances were only fleeting in my mind.

Although he felt nervous about the theatrical performance, he probably thought he was more nervous than the previous few minutes.

But he also doubts that he usually doesn't say anything, whether it will be a little annoying.

"yes, I'm usually like that, and sometimes I don't even dress neatly, and my raunchy appearance is disgusting?"

Yinglong muttered to himself, and couldn't help but doubt that his image in front of everyone was coming.

But the family didn't have much money, and he was embarrassed to ask his parents for money to buy some fashionable clothes to wear.

Yinglong has always been tight-handed, and since his parents don't have much pocket money for him, he can't buy clothes.

Anyway, he vaguely felt that as long as his grades were passable, maybe a boy's dress didn't matter.

"But if I'm too poorly dressed, will I make a bad impression on others?"

Yinglong was doubting himself, if this was the case, others would definitely ignore him, and of course Binglan would not be an exception.

He knows that even a butterfly must have a colorful appearance to attract the attention of others, otherwise, it is just a white pink butterfly, and others will not notice.

Thinking so, Yinglong suddenly felt that he had to pay attention to his image in the future, otherwise others might really look down on him.

His eyelids began to fight, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep for a short time.

In the dream, Yinglong saw butterflies flying all over the sky, flapping their gorgeous wings and dancing among the flowers.

He suddenly felt as if he was one of them, so he flapped his colorful wings and flew into the flowers.

Suddenly, he saw a beautiful butterfly flying in front of him, and the dragon fluttered its wings and followed.

He could smell the scent of flowers coming from behind the butterfly, which attracted Yinglong to follow closely.

Yinglong could see the butterfly's bright wings and thin curved tentacles, and it looked so good-looking, it was simply the queen of butterflies.

He never gave up, accompanying the butterfly to flutter among the flowers.

And the butterfly's dancing posture was so eye-catching.

Yinglong wanted to praise her, but he couldn't say a word, after all, he was just a butterfly exactly like her, so he had to follow her dance steps.

When he looked up, he found that there were countless colorful butterflies dancing in the sky not far away, as if the sky was their stage, and the soft sunlight, like lights, projected them among the flowers.

Yinglong wanted to shout at this moment: "Is this true? I am a butterfly, and there are so many butterflies around me, am I really a butterfly, and there are such beautiful butterflies accompanying me, I am so lucky!"

Yinglong felt very lucky, his dream came true, but I don't know if it was in a dream.

But after a moment, Yinglong opened his hazy eyes, and when he saw the white ceiling, the familiar ceiling lamp, Yinglong was disappointed.

"It turned out to be a dream, and everything that happened just now was just a dream. But I really thought I was a butterfly, and there was another beautiful butterfly dancing with me. ”

Yinglong found that everything was just a dream, a wonderland like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

In his dreams, he was free to fly with another butterfly, but in reality, it was just a cold reality.

He was still him, an unassuming high school student who had to finish his studies step by step.

But Yinglong felt a little lucky, after all, he experienced the experience of turning into a butterfly in a dream, the dream was so real, so romantic.

In his dreams, he no longer wondered if he had become a butterfly, or if he had been a butterfly in the first place.

For the scene in the dream, Yinglong smiled heartily.

It turns out that Mengdie is so romantic, no wonder Zhuang Zhou Mengdie wants to write a legend.

But if one day, he turns into a butterfly, then the most romantic thing in the middle may only be known to him.