Yinglong still remembers that the school held a theatrical performance in the middle of the second term.

This is the first time Yinglong has participated in such a performance, and I feel both fresh and nervous.

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

Girls have to wear little black dresses, which are the kind of hip skirts with tight skirts, which is also the most popular style 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 singing 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 some 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? Don't you see that those average-looking girls are being left aside by discerning teachers?

It seems that the students who participated in the competition are really not some 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 time when everyone feels the most bored, repeating the traditional songs over and over again, and being picked and picked by the teacher, saying that this is not sung well, and then saying that it is not sung well.

It made everyone nervous, worried about whether they would appear foreign once they played.

When the teacher said yes, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"Everyone's doing well! Great work, students! ”

"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 the stereo of a video store was loudly playing 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 short skirt, Binglan's steps seemed a little unstoppable, and she walked forward in small steps.

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

Binglan turned her head to see 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 it's the latest style this year, and you still look good in it! ”

Saying that, Yinglong couldn't help but glance at Binglan up and down, it turned out that Binglan's figure was really good-looking in this fashion, very girlish and youthful, 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 good to say something in front of Binglan, and there were not many opportunities like this.

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 basically didn't hear what she was saying clearly.

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 a little unwilling, was he so afraid to talk in front of girls?

Yinglong couldn't help but think: Since I can't speak like this, 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 didn't know whether he was incarnated as a butterfly or a butterfly as himself.

But he knows that in his dreams he and his beloved butterflies will fly together.

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

Although it is not said in the story, according to Yinglong's understanding, the protagonist in the story should be like this, but it is inconvenient to say it.

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

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

Yinglong felt how romantic Zhuang Zhou was, and even left such an allusion behind him.

He also wants to be a free butterfly, and in the future, he will live and fly with his partner and enjoy the romance of nature.

It's just that it's a feeling, and he doesn't know what he will be doing 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 he was talking to Binglan, Yinglong was really happy, although he was a little restrained, he 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 become clear.

But Yinglong felt that time was too short, he couldn't find more topics to talk about, and because he was too reserved to know how to talk about it.

But during the study time in high school, Yinglong didn't have much to think about 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 a little nervous about the theatrical performance, he probably thought he was more nervous than the few minutes just now.

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 his image in front of everyone.

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

Yinglong has always been tight-handed, and his parents don't have much pocket money for him, so he doesn't have much savings to 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 knew that even if it was a butterfly, it had to have a colorful appearance to attract the attention of others, otherwise, if it was just a white pink butterfly, others would not notice him.

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 into a brief sleep.

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

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

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

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

Yinglong can see the butterfly's bright wings, thin curved tentacles, and the appearance is so good-looking, it is 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 like her, so he had to follow her dance steps.

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

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

Yinglong felt lucky that his dream had come true, but he didn'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 all-too-familiar ceiling lamp, Yinglong was disappointed.

"It turned out to be a dream, and everything that happened just now was just a dream. It's just that I really thought I had become a butterfly, and there was another beautiful butterfly 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's still him, an unassuming high school student who has to finish his boring schoolwork 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.

Even in his dreams, he once wondered if he was really a butterfly, or if he was 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 an allusion.

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