Annan called me and said he had woken up again from a nightmare. I don't have to comfort her, she just needs someone to listen to her tell the same story over and over again, I just have to listen.

From the cold hurt Annan, we never imagined that the story might end like this.

I have always felt that the emotional bond between people is the most precious treasure in life. Feelings cannot be traded, they are extracted with difficulty from the cold and warm stone crevices of human affection, and they cannot be absorbed when they are changed. Feelings cannot be mixed with deception, and feelings that have changed their flavor will not make people feel good, but will only make people stay away.

Conghan has been deceiving all of us all this time, he hides his feelings for Xun'an in his accommodation to Annan, and handles everything unawarely. We relished his infinite affection for Annan and never doubted its authenticity.

Every year, the school holds a talent competition, and each college has to send its best representatives to participate. Art academies tend to come out on top, and this year they sent Xun'an. The student leaders of the Coordination Department accepted everyone's suggestions and moved the stage outdoors so that everyone could see the performance.

However, the sky is not beautiful, the spring in the south is already freezing, and the rain does not stop. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, and everyone's enthusiasm was not affected.

Annan contracted a wind chill due to the sudden change in temperature, which later evolved into a low-grade fever, so he did not come to the show.

"I've watched his dance since I was a child, and it's not bad for this one." Her voice looked tired on the phone, and I didn't let her talk much.

There are a lot of people who come to support Xun'an, and this game has clearly become a show for Xun'an. A roaring bonfire was lit in front of the stage, and everyone's chill was dispelled a lot. The performances in front were just side dishes, and everyone was waiting for Xun'an's meal to be put on the table. The organizers also took great pains to arrange him to the end.

Two hours later, the spotlight was on the center of the stage. Xun'an appeared in front of everyone like a king, his momentum was compelling, even if he didn't wear a crown and a scepter, it was enough to make people surrender. The light rain under the light was very transparent, and a silver light flashed on Xun'an's body.

There was a shout from the audience.

The music started, and everyone held their breath. Xun An raised his head, his pupils shining with the light of a bonfire. He moved to the rhythm, his soft limbs stretching freely in the rain. The wet white dance costume became redundant, and the embarrassed female college student secretly told others about her discovery. If you are looking for safety, you will escape the chase of your eyes and wait quietly for the spotlight to shine. His dance has brought us even further apart, and we can only be ashamed of our own humility except for infatuation. He's a meteor flashing in the sky, but can he hear our anticipation?

We are more or less contaminated with art, it is like a language that conveys inner emotions. I heard Xun An crying, and this iron man seemed to be about to lose his hand. I was worried that he would disappear after every time he took off, moving forward and backward, not knowing what to do. But he still has to jump, tirelessly. These blind followers in the audience only know screaming and applauding, can't they see that the star in their eyes is about to fall? No matter how loud you scream, no matter how hard you drum, he won't look at you, I promise.

Xun'an's dancing style was grotesque, I couldn't guess his next move, and this weirdness twisted, entangled, torn, and stagnated with my heart. He's a natural artist. His gestures blended in with the stormy night. Who said that fire and water are incompatible, his dance is more enthusiastic and shining than a bonfire in the rain.

He definitely succeeded, he gritted his teeth and finished the show, and I'm glad I was just worrying about him for no reason. After a dance, Xun An bowed and left. We are still unsatisfied, and the call to "do it again" rises and falls like the waves of the sea. But Xun An didn't look back.

The party ended perfectly. The last scene is that everyone is holding hands around the campfire, and the faster it turns, the lighter the weight in their hearts appears. We can't keep turning, but the pain will come to us one after the other. Everyone was enthusiastic, and no one noticed that Xun An was leaving in a hurry. I know he must still have Annan in his heart.