In the capital in June, after a few thundershowers, the temperature climbed like a stimulant. In less than a month, it soared from 17 or 8 degrees to nearly 30 degrees. The dry air and the sudden high temperature made Chen Pengwei, who didn't care about this, suddenly become anxious. Qingqing, who was ordered to rest at home because of a sudden hospitalization, was not allowed to go anywhere, really stayed at home this month. I already knew where she lived, but I couldn't see her, so I could only run to a secluded place outside the villa without incident, and secretly looked at the figure practicing dance on the second floor, which once again reminded Chen Pengwei of the experience from childhood to adulthood.

On June 5th, the preliminary round of the Chinese Folk Dance Competition began. The competition is divided into three stages: preliminary round, semi-final round and final round. In the end, 16 contestants were selected to participate in the finals, of which 4 were individuals, and the remaining 12 places were selected by various dance companies or song and dance troupes in the region. The final was broadcast nationwide on television.

Lan Qing didn't have any experience in the competition, so he obediently followed Mu Yi's guidance, and retained most of his strength in the preliminary round, and did not add his own ancient dance movements to the dance, just a decent folk dance, but he didn't know that this dance that he thought was inconspicuous still attracted the attention of the judges, the media and 15 other contestants. It's just that because of her extremely low-key life style and ten years of foreign life background, everyone can't find out her origin.

June 20th, 6 p.m. Final Round. After having lunch at home at noon, I took a nap, because I was not used to the noise of a large group of people in the makeup area backstage during the rematch, Mu Yi took Lan Qing directly to the makeup artist's salon, changed clothes in the changing room, put on makeup, put on a wide-brimmed hat, and put on a big windbreaker outside, but the hairstylist waited backstage early in the morning.

By the time everything was ready, it was already half past four in the afternoon. Because there were too many things that Lan Qing was afraid of in the TV station's box lunch, Mu Yi ran out to buy food by himself. Lan Qing sat in the corner, looking at the noisy backstage, there were three or five people around each player, not to mention the contestants selected by the place, even the other three girls who came in as individuals also brought their own instructors and were doing pre-game guidance, in comparison, they didn't look like a contestant. Looking at the scrutinizing gazes of others from time to time, and the makeup artist and hairstylist who were chatting energetically in front of him, he played with the mobile phone in his hand, squinted at the still dazzling sunlight outside the window, and sighed slightly, his master is now like himself, alone.

The winter of Master's death was a once-in-a-century winter, and perhaps it was for this reason that Master didn't get through it. At that time, I was 16 years old, and my master said that she was already a big girl, so if she had nothing to do, she would tell herself about her past affairs, and even, her feelings.

"Master, why did you never let me participate in a competition?" Looking at the dance competition playing on the small black-and-white TV, Lan Qing asked casually while watching intently.

"What do you do when you participate in the competition? Want to take the first place? "Master, after a pause, the knife that was sharpening the apple in his hand asked softly." What if you take the first place? ”

Lan Qing was stunned for a moment when she was asked by the master, frowned and thought about it carefully, and didn't think about what she was going to do when she took the first place, and said a little unwillingly, "After taking the first place, everyone knows that I am a student of the master, and everyone knows the name of the master." ”

"Poof," Master couldn't help but laugh when he heard Lan Qing's somewhat vicious answer, and shook his head, "Master doesn't want to be famous, Master just waits to see our little Lan Qing dance all the ancient dances, and then carry forward our door," as he spoke, he split the apple in his hand in half and handed it half to Lan Qing, "You dance much better than them now, then first, don't do it, whoever wants to go." ”

Lan Qing listened to the master's tone that seemed to be a little resentful, unwilling and disdainful, stunned, and looked sideways.

Looking at the strange gaze of the apprentice, the master sighed slightly, "When I was 26 years old, I also participated in a dance competition," he said, smiling self-deprecatingly, "...... For a man. Seeing Lan Qing's eyes suddenly widen, he nodded, "Yes, for a man." At that time, I and another dancing girl liked him, and he said that he only liked me, but that girl's family could help him a lot, and he was a good match, and your master and I were just little girls who could dance. The girl was not convinced, so she made a bet with me that they would participate in a dance competition together, and whoever won first place would be with him, and the rest of the person would be willing to gamble and lose. Because I knew she couldn't jump me, so I agreed, and I stupidly signed up, and in order to prepare for the competition, I didn't see the man for a while, and a few days before the finals, I heard that he was engaged to the girl......" At this point, the master stopped, as if remembering the person who had made her suffer all her life.

“…… Later, Master, did you take the first place? ”

Shaking his head, "No, I heard that he was engaged, where was he still in the mood to compete, and he didn't go to the finals at all, so in the end, it was that girl who won the first ...... Now that I think about it, I was so stupid back then, I was so stupid to participate in the competition for others, and quit the competition for others, and I never planned for myself......"

"Buzz...... Hum ......" The mobile phone in his hand suddenly vibrate, retracted his somewhat blank gaze looking out of the window, and clicked on the text message, "Come on!" A simple text message, an unfamiliar but extremely familiar number, Lan Qing frowned and read it several times. Strange, sent by mistake? It's not like ah, if it's really wrong, that's a coincidence. His mobile phone number, except for Mu Yi, only the jury of the competition knows, is it sent by the jury to each contestant before the competition? Shaking his head, it doesn't make sense.

Mu Yi came back, it was already more than 5 o'clock, the audience entered the venue one after another, and the backstage began to clear, Mu Yi couldn't stay in the back court anymore, so he also went to the front seat and sat down. Of the 16 groups of players, Lan Qing drew the 12th appearance, some of them were behind, and they just had time to eat. There are several TVs in the background, which broadcast the game in front of them, and the players are almost all sitting in front of the TV. Chatting with each other, if you don't think much about the deep meaning between the words, the atmosphere is harmonious.

Lan Qing was already a little introverted, and when she came back from abroad, she didn't know much about China, so she didn't join in their conversation, and slowly finished eating what she bought, and then sat there to rest. Watching the players in front of them go on the field one by one, and then return to the backstage, on the big screen on the side of the stage, the audience support rate on and off the field is surging upwards in columns and numbers, and the game is being pushed to a climax little by little.

After the No. 9 player came on the field, Lan Qing slowly stood up in the back row, walked to the warm-up area at the back and rushed to the No. 10, who was already there, and the No. 11 player nodded slightly, and slowly started the warm-up exercise. Leg press, lower waist, rotation, slow movements, but elegant and durable, simple warm-up movements, even made her do as if she was dancing.

The other players watched Lan Qing's movements and winked at each other. There will always be more or less contact between the major song and dance troupes, so the contestants have heard each other's names more or less, and some have even been colleagues.

The body was sweating slightly, and after adjusting the whole person to the best state, he heard the stage director shouting, "No. 12 player, Shui Lanqing prepares." ”

At the scene of the competition, the audience of more than 300 people was full, and 7 judges sat at the front of the stands, and each contestant would give comments after jumping. The three rows behind the judges are VIP seats, Chen Pengwei sat quietly on the sofa in the middle of the second row, with his ten fingers crossed in front of his abdomen, squinting slightly, as if he was asleep, and the program was quietly placed on his lap.

I remember that year, Qingqing was 14 years old, I was 19 years old and less than 20, I had just been admitted to university, and I thought that I would not see Qingqing for more than 4 months, so I soaked in her almost every day that summer except for occasionally going out with Wen Hao and them.

Her master was already a full-time dance teacher at that time, so Lan Qing had to solve lunch and dinner by herself, and it became almost the norm for the two to cook together after watching her practice dancing every day, accompanying her to the vegetable market and then going back to the courtyard. At that time, supermarkets were not as popular as they are now, and when he had to go to the vegetable market not far from the courtyard to buy vegetables, watching his slender white fingers jump on the red or green vegetables, Chen Pengwei felt that he couldn't help but spray nosebleeds several times. Reaching out to grasp the little hand that was stirring at his heartstrings, he reached out and picked it himself.

"Qingqing, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"It's good to eat anything, Pengwei, everything you do is delicious...... If you can't find a job in the future, you can get a chef's license, and you will definitely be able to do it. The 14-year-old girl was only under Chen Pengwei's armpits, and she raised her head slightly when she spoke, and every time, the golden sunlight sprinkled on her face, shining on the fine fluff.

Looking at the girl's delicate skin, Chen Pengwei couldn't help it, and gently pinched the delicate little nose, "How many people do you think have the blessing to eat this young master's craftsmanship." I also took the chef certificate, rest assured, I will definitely be able to raise you after I don't take the chef certificate......"

Stretched out his hand and patted the hand that was making a fool of himself on his face, "Who wants you to raise ......" in a coquettish tone, but his little face couldn't help but blush slightly.

"If I don't raise you, who will I raise? Otherwise, you can raise me. Well? The 19-year-old boy, who was the age of flamboyance, looked at the girl's blushing little face, smiled softly, lowered his head and touched the white jade-like little ear, and then bit it gently, and then slowly watched it turn pink little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.