Zhao Shuangwei's most anticipated Sunday has finally arrived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the recent period, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother naturally did not allow Zhao Shuangwei to go to the ballet performance on weekdays, and tonight's performance was the last performance of the "Nutcracker" tour. After tonight, the tour ended and the company's performance came to an end. I heard that they are going to rehearse a new drama, and Han Zhun is also going to join the reality show to enter the entertainment industry, but no matter what, there will be a period of time when Han Zhun will not be able to see Han Zhun on the stage, but there is no doubt about it.

Tonight's performance, Zhao Shuangwei will never allow herself to miss it. It's just afternoon, and she has already sent a number of Weibo private messages to Han Zhun: "Male god, I'm going to see you tonight." "Come on, come on! It's the last one! It must be complete! "I'm so excited right now! So happy! None of the information was shown as "read", but it still didn't affect Zhao Shuangwei's interest. She knew that as soon as Han Zhun was done, he would read her private messages. There was no need to reply, just a look, and she was satisfied.

The time to meet Yang Sang was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Shuangwei was a little excited and a little nervous. Time was passing minute by minute, and slowly, Zhao Shuangwei gradually became a little impatient. What made her extremely dissatisfied was that Yang Sang was late.

What she never expected was that after nearly an hour of waiting and urging countless text messages, Zhao Shuangwei finally only waited for Yang Sang to make a call.

He said, "Xiaowei, I'm sorry, I really can't get out tonight." The final exams were coming, and my parents were adamant that they wouldn't allow it. You know my grades. Yang Sang was a little helpless, he fought for a long time, but he still couldn't convince his parents.

Zhao Shuangwei's face suddenly pulled down. Through the phone, Yang Sang could sense her unhappiness.

"Xiaowei, I'm really sorry." Yang Sang apologized repeatedly, but he couldn't say anything more.

"You know that tonight is the last of Han Zhun's tour..."Zhao Shuang was slightly aggrieved, Yang Sang obviously knew how much she was looking forward to tonight, how could he pour cold water on her at this last moment? What's more, what's more, she waited for him for more than an hour with anticipation.

"Xiaowei, I really want to come. I really didn't mean to, I always thought I could convince them..."Yang Sang was apologetic, but he couldn't explain it. Yes, no matter how much he says at this moment, he can't make up for the fact that he released her pigeons.

Yang Sang was unwilling to give up, and he tried to explain again: "Xiaowei, I really..."

The phone was hung up.

Zhao Shuangwei, who was huffing, didn't want to listen to Yang Sang say any more words, she looked at her mobile phone, there was still some time, and hurriedly ran to the ticket office to queue up for a refund. Yang Sang on the other end of the phone felt uncomfortable, and he had already complained to himself thousands of times. Let's go back to school tomorrow and explain it to her, he thought to himself.

The line at the ticket office was not short at all, and Zhao Shuang kept looking at the time on her mobile phone anxiously, for fear that she would not be able to catch up with the performance.

It was finally the turn of the boy in front of Zhao Shuangwei. Zhao Shuangwei stood behind him, urging in his heart, wishing that the other party would end in ten seconds, and it would be his turn soon.

"Hello, do you still have a ticket for Han Joon's performance tonight?" The boy asked. Hearing Han Zhun's name, Zhao Shuang quietly pricked up his ears.

"Sorry, we sold out a week ago." It's the conductor's voice.

"That's... All right. Sorry for your help. "The boy sounds so good. He thanked him again and left the window of the ticket station. Zhao Shuangwei also left the team and quickly followed.

She patted him on the shoulder, and the boy turned his head and looked at her suspiciously. Zhao Shuangwei took out the ticket from her bag, raised it in front of him, and said, "I have one more ticket for tonight's performance." ”

"Can you really let it go to me? Haven't you seen it then? The boy was overjoyed.

"I have two. I made an appointment with someone, but I was released a pigeon. Thinking of Yang Sang's no-show, Zhao Shuangwei was a little angry.

"That's... I'll give you the money. The boy accepted Zhao Shuangwei's ticket, reached out and took out the money from his pocket, and handed it to her.

Zhao Shuangwei took the money and handed him the ticket. The two walked into the theater together, one after the other, and there was nothing to say.

Zhao Shuangwei secretly observed this boy, he was not very tall, with fair skin, short black hair, and he looked clean and fresh.

After taking their seats, the two still did not speak. Zhao Shuangwei was embarrassed to look at him again, so she calmed down and waited for the performance to start.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed, the curtain slowly opened, and The Nutcracker began.

Zhao Shuangwei's attention was immediately attracted, and she waited intently for the scene where Han Zhun appeared.

The prince played by Han Joon finally appeared. Zhao Shuangwei had been waiting for a long time, she sat up straight, her eyes shining. The boy next to her peeked at her, and when he saw her expression, he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

Soon it was halftime and the lights in the auditorium were on.

"Do you like Han Joon too?" The boy next to Zhao Shuangwei suddenly asked, his eyes were crooked, and he smiled beautifully.

"Of course I do!" Speaking of Han Zhun, Zhao Shuangwei is always so elated, she said: "I like Han Zhun the most!" ”

"You're so cute. Can I add your WeChat? The boy looked at her and smiled lightly.

Zhao Shuangwei, who was suddenly praised, was not used to it for a while, she vaguely felt that it was not good to give her own WeChat to a boy she didn't know, but she didn't know how to refuse. She hasn't learned how to say "no" yet. Zhao Shuangwei didn't dislike the boy in front of him, and he didn't seem to have any bad intentions, so he always felt a little rude when he rejected him.

The boy pulled out his phone and handed it to her. Zhao Shuangwei was surprised to find that his hands were very good-looking, the knuckles were wide and powerful, the fingers were slender and slender, and the bone veins on the back of the hand were clear. Zhao Shuangwei entered her WeChat number and returned the phone to the other party.

Almost instantaneous, Zhao Shuangwei received a WeChat message from the boy. Just five words: My name is Li Zhijun.

Zhao Shuangwei didn't dare to look at his expression, she stared down at the phone and thought about it, and replied out of politeness: My name is Zhao Shuangwei.

Li Zhijun sent another message: I like your name.

Then, Zhao Shuang saw with her spare eyes that Li Zhijun put the mobile phone in his pocket. He didn't seem to have any intention of waiting for her reply. Zhao Shuangwei had no choice but to put away her mobile phone.

Until the end of the performance, the two did not say a word again.

In the last scene, Han Zhun had a few continuous jumps, and Zhao Shuangwei noticed that his amplitude was not as large as the previous ones. She secretly wondered in her heart: Could it be that Han Zhun is unwell?

This difference did not affect Han Zhun's level, and the performance ended perfectly, and Zhao Shuang stood up slightly and applauded. Li Zhijun sat in his seat and symbolically clapped his hands twice. Zhao Shuangwei saw it, and she had a lot of complaints about it, she said a little unhappily: "Why are you so perfunctory? I don't respect the results of other people's performances at all. ”

Li Zhijun looked at her, not angry because of her abruptness, still smiling. Without any warning, he asked, "Do you want to see Han Zhun?" Face-to-face? ”