There are still two hours left until the show, which starts at 8 p.m. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Han Zhun ate in his separate dressing room, a very simple dinner, one dish and one meal, and there was an omelette lying on the meal. The mirror in the powder room, surrounded by a large circle of light bulbs, illuminates an area of only a few square meters.

The white tight-fitting exercise uniform, the thick muscle lines from the shoulders to the back, and the ballet soles that have long been worn out to the point that they are no longer visible in their original color. Through the mirror surrounded by three sides, Han Zhun saw himself like this. Tonight will be the 38th show of the tour, with two more performances in the city, and the company will return to the provincial capital for another week of thanksgiving performances. This is the end of the tour. After that, the dance troupe was about to start rehearsals for the new play "Red Detachment of Women", and the smile on Han Zhun's face couldn't help but be a little heavier when he thought that he was likely to play the starring role again.

The current life, for Han Zhun, is completely the perfect life he dreamed of. Stable income, a thriving position in the company, a lot of praise in the industry, and a regular fan base. This is probably what every dancer expects to have, and Han Zhun can't think of any place where he can complain about life.

At seven o'clock, there were already spectators who began to enter one after another. Han Zhun began to move his joints in the dressing room, pressing his legs, trying to make himself more relaxed and calm, and wait a while to show the public his best appearance. Today, the muscles in his left leg feel extremely stiff, I don't know if it was because of the slight strain a few days ago, and there was always a dull pain when he kicked his leg hard.

Han Joon massaged the muscles of his left leg and didn't particularly care. It's all too normal for a dancer, and the slightest pain doesn't affect his performance at all, and his experience gives him plenty of control and confidence.

"Knock knock" With two knocks on the door, the door of the dressing room was opened from the outside. It's Xie Yiyi. She was in her early thirties and worked as an assistant to the company.

"Sister Yiyi, are you here to visit the door?" Han Zhun stopped the massage action on his hand, changed his position, and continued to stretch his muscles.

"Let's see how our ballet prince is ready." Xie Yiyi pushed his glasses with a smile, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, I heard that this theater is a bit evil." ”

"What do you mean?" Han Zhun was stunned for a moment, he cared very little about these things, and he didn't pay much attention to them.

Xie Yiyi said with a little worry: "Every time a dance troupe performs in this theater, someone will be injured...", she glanced at Han Zhun and added: "I'm worried about everyone, so I asked for a peace charm for everyone." With that, he took out a peace charm from the small bag he was carrying and placed it on the table.

Han Zhun glanced at it, smiled, and said in disbelief: "Sister Yiyi, it's not like that." Isn't it common for someone to get hurt in the dance troupe, don't make such a fuss. ”

Xie Yiyi didn't say anything more, she changed the topic and chatted a few words, and suddenly asked: "The little fan who sends you private messages every day, is he still insisting on this time?" ”

"I think so, I didn't pay attention to it." was mentioned by Xie Yiyi, Han Zhun thought about it seriously, it seemed that the girl really sent him a message every day. I don't know what kind of person it is, but it's not easy to persist for more than half a year. Han Zhun actually sprouted a trace of curiosity in his heart.

Xie Yiyi didn't stay long, she chatted with Han Zhun for a few more words, and then went to inspect other people's dressing rooms.

At eight o'clock, the show started on time. The curtain opened, the stage was full, and the dense audience began to applaud enthusiastically and expectantly. The performance went on chapter after chapter.

The penultimate act is the climax of the play, where Han Joon's prince takes the heroine Clara back to his kingdom, and the two dance happily, everything is as beautiful as a dream, as unreal. In between this half-dreaming and half-awakening, Clara fell asleep. The prince quietly reverted back to the icy Nutcracker.

Han Joon's last movement was to spin and jump in place continuously, and then after Clara fell asleep, he suddenly landed on the ground. It was the moment he landed, Han Zhun made a mistake, he was supposed to stand still, but in the last jump, he didn't keep his balance well and fell hard. Even though Han Zhun immediately cleverly changed the ending action to a half-squat with his left leg bent on the knee, even if he handled it very well, it was difficult for the audience to see the flaws, but Han Zhun knew in his heart that he did not score 100 points in this performance. Han Zhun is a person who has very high requirements for himself, and in the face of the warm applause from the audience, he was ashamed of it, and his heart was suddenly very uncomfortable.

After the performance and the curtain call, Han Zhun returned to the dressing room with mixed feelings. Sitting in his chair with a sigh of relief, he immediately realized that there was a more serious problem, that is, the pain in his left leg was getting worse. From the negligible slight strain, to the pain that was now becoming more and more obvious as if he wanted to challenge his tolerance limit, Han Zhun knew that he was no longer an ordinary muscle strain.

Informed the doctor of the dance troupe, and looked at the peace charm left by Xie Yiyi on the table, Han Zhun was a little annoyed. He blamed himself for not controlling the last jump, but he still overestimated his form and ability. Han Zhun hated this feeling of messing things up, as if fate had once again invisibly declared war on him: Look, I'm better than you.

Han Zhun took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, repeating this several times, but it was still difficult to calm down. He took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, there were several private messages from people who did not follow, Han Zhun hesitated for a moment, and clicked on the latest one: I wish the male god a complete success in the evening's performance, it's a pity that I can't go to see you. Han Zhun flipped up, this is the girl who insists on sending him private messages every day, her online name is Meimei Weiwei. Han Zhun opened her homepage curiously, the avatar was a landscape photo, and then flipped through it, it seemed to be a student, he thought to himself.

In this way, the mentality is a little better, and accidental injuries no longer seem to be the most unlucky thing in the world, and I seem to be able to let go of my mistakes a little bit. Han Zhun looked at the screen of his mobile phone and said silently in his heart: Beautiful girl Weiwei, thank you.

What Han Zhun didn't expect at all was that at this moment, Zhao Shuangwei, who was thousands of miles away, saw that the private message he had just sent out was displayed as "read", and jumped and screamed excitedly in the room.

It was late at night. The day was turned over like this, some were full of joy, some were slightly regretful, but no matter what, the moon had risen, and the sun could only wait.

Lying on the bed in the hotel, Han Zhun's left leg was being compressed, and he was deeply worried in his heart. He was afraid that he would be like the prince in "The Nutcracker", and after a flash in the pan, he would become cold again.