After Luo Wenhao drove the car away, Yin Jingshu began to "coerce confession" from Yu Meng again: "Tong Xin blames me for pulling Lang to match, you can be honest, is there any interest in that Mr. Luo."

"No, absolutely not." Yu Meng hurriedly denied it.

"Why, I think he's fine." Yin Jingshu's disappointed look, I think it's funny, but at the same time, I am also moved by her enthusiasm for her friends, she is not satisfied with her own feelings, but she still sincerely shares the joy and love of others.

The light faintly smeared on Yu Meng's face, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were as black as night. "It's not just good. Please don't say any more, I don't have that heart at all. ”

The emotional entanglement between Yu Meng and Qin Feng is not clear to Yin Jingshu, and naturally she does not know that she is suffering from emotional torture and trouble.

"Well, it's boring." Yin Jingshu muttered, "If you don't say it, don't say it, let's go, I'll send you back to the dance troupe first, and then go to drink with your classmates, it's boring for you to be their light bulb." ”

"You're going to give me the best." Yu Meng smiled and smiled bitterly, "Tong Xin, I won't bother you, see you tomorrow." ”

"See you tomorrow." I sighed in my heart.

After getting into the car, Xiao Se didn't start the car, and he didn't even fasten his seat belt.

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Do one thing first." As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down to me, buckled my body to the seat, kissed me softly and gracefully at first, and when he caught my tongue, it immediately became intense. Our kiss lasted for a long time, his tongue dancing, teasing me, digging deep into my soul, and the air in the car was stirred up.

"This is the French kiss." When his kiss finally became soft, and ended in a light and light way, he gasped and whispered in my ear, "We've practiced it many times." It is said that French kissing is famous because there are almost as many techniques in this kissing style as there are in sex skills. ”

I was gasping too, my face hot and my heart was beating. "Where did you learn that?"

"A lot of ways, online, on TV." His face was shrouded in a dream-like brilliance, "Of course, it mainly depends on practicing with you, but we can't be in front of others, we have fun learning and exploring behind closed doors." ”

My face was hot again, and I was smothering him with my fingers. "You can say this kind of thing."

"Why can't I say it, I'm just telling you, unlike Yuan Jiapeng and Yin Jingshu, who dare to say it to anyone." He laughed, "Those two people are really a perfect match, maybe we can match them." ”

I laughed too. "People like them, where do they need to match, if they see what they like, they will pounce on it directly."

He gently pinched my face. "You're bad at learning."

I hummed. "That's what you brought to spoil, too."

He kissed me again, lingering and affectionate, and I doubt we could kiss in this car all night long. But we kiss passionately like fire, like glue, but our hearts are empty and cold, the bleak chill goes deep into the bone marrow, no matter how we are entangled in each other's warmth, we can't change the fact that we are about to separate, the tango that loses its rhythm, and the story of beauty has no result.

Late at night, we kissed goodbye downstairs in the dormitory. He looked deeply at me. "I'll go to your show tomorrow night."

"Okay." I answered.

He turned and walked away, and I watched the cold winter wind stir his clothes, and watched his figure go away in the middle of the night, and suddenly burst into tears.

Since its premiere in the late 19th century, the ballet has been known for its colorful and gorgeous stage effects and exquisite ballet technique. The shocking music, the magnificent dance, the graceful and luxurious costumes, and the extravagant and splendid scenery are known as "the pinnacle of classical ballet".

Zhuo Yichen and I performed the "Wedding Pas de Deux" at the "2006 New Year's Ballet Concert", which fully demonstrated the charm and dynamism, coordination and balance of ballet art, and gave people infinite beauty enjoyment. In the fairy tale, the princess and the prince go through hardships to achieve love, and the happy ending is quite suitable for the festive atmosphere of the new year.

The princess and the prince in the play finally became married, but I was about to separate from my prince outside the play, and the audience's warm applause could not dilute the sentimentality in my heart. At the curtain call, I subconsciously searched the audience with my eyes, but I didn't see Xiao Se, and I didn't know where he was sitting.

Also sentimental is Yu Meng, who, together with other actors, made the last move of the group dance on stage, which was also her last stage move. The audience applauded warmly, but no one applauded her own curtain call. There is no fame, no profit, except for memories, pain and affection, she has nothing to take with her.

There are many ballet dancers like Yu Meng, who have stood on this ballet stage, maybe only for a few years, maybe just for a moment. No one even knew them, let alone remembered their names. But these can't erase the dedication they have made to ballet, for the ballet company, and for the cause of Chinese ballet, even if their dedication is insignificant. They all loved this stage so much and gave everything for it.

I thought Xiao Se would come backstage to find me, but until all the actors and actresses left on the bus together, Xiao Se didn't show up. I was so disappointed in my heart, did he plan to leave quietly without even saying goodbye?

I returned to the dormitory in a trance, took out the key and was about to open the door, only to find that the door was hidden and I forgot to close it when I left? When I pushed the door open, I was startled, and Xiao Se sat on the small sofa and flipped through a magazine. He looked up at me when he heard the noise, and looked at me with a smile.

"How did you get in?" I was surprised.

"It's not easy to get in." He raised his eyebrows a little proudly, "Such a backward door lock, just pick it and come in." ”

"You're a thief." I choked him on purpose.

"You can call the police to arrest me, but I know you can't bear it." He smiled fearlessly, "Go take a bath, sweat all over your body, face oil, let me hug you and kiss you." ”

"Hmph, you're going to be disgusted now, last time I was backstage......" I swallowed back the words myself, it's so annoying, no matter how I say it, I'm at a loss.

I took off my coat and lay it on the bed, and was surprised to find that my bed had completely changed, from the sheets to the duvet cover to the pillowcase.

"You changed it?" I asked Xiao Se.

He nodded, smiling. "I thought your bedding was too old, so I took it upon myself to replace it with a new one for you."

My bedding is indeed very old, it was still distributed when I was in dance school, and the blue and white checkered style is also very old-fashioned. After graduating, I didn't feel the need to spend money on a new one, so I brought it from school and continued to use it. Xiao Se replaced it with a very high-end three-piece suit, a pastoral style of small flowers, which matches the sofa very well, pure cotton fabric, soft to the touch and delicate texture.

"Thank you, I love it." He was so attentive, and my heart was full of warmth and touch.

"It should." There was a tender glint in his eyes, "I disposed of the old one, don't you mind." ”

"Of course I don't mind." I took a change of clothes and took a shower. When he came back, Xiao Se was still sitting on the small sofa, but the magazine in his hand had been thrown aside, and he leaned back on the back of the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Come here." He beckoned to me.

I walked over, and he naturally carried me to his lap and sat down, his lips rubbing from my lips to my cheeks and earlobes, and then sliding down and pressing against my delicate neck, and the breath from his mouth blew hot on my chest.

"Tong Xin, say you love me." His voice was muffled.

"I love you." I instinctively responded, "I've always loved you." ”

He circled me tighter, and his lips moved up again, brushing my neck, my chin, and back onto my lips.

I was just as enthusiastic and obsessed with him as he was, with deep needs and desires in my soul.

He picked me up and fell on the bed together.

"The bed will ......collapse," I said vaguely.

"I don't care if the sky falls." He gagged me, and the kiss was so strong and hot that it burned every cell in my body.

I gasped, delirious, everything melted into nothingness, so ethereal, the only real thing was his embrace, his kiss, his caresses.

I was like lying in the clouds, stepping in the fog, led by him, and my whole body and mind were bathed in the tide of passion, which was impacted and drowned by the wave.

The bed didn't collapse, it withstood our endless indulgence.

After the tide finally subsided, we were silent for a long time. Then, his hand reached up and gently brushed the messy strands of hair from my cheeks, caressing my cheeks gently.

"When are you leaving tomorrow?" I asked sourly.

"The plane at 7 o'clock will go to Beijing first, and then fly to Paris." He replied.

The plane was after 7 o'clock, and it was about to leave for the airport before 5 o'clock. I was shocked to see the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning. "You don't have much time left to sleep."

"I wasn't going to sleep in the first place." His voice was low and soft, "I have to go, I have to go home and clean up." ”

"I ......," I wanted to say that I was going to send him, but he had already guessed my thoughts, "don't send me, it will only add to the sadness." When I settle down abroad, I'll call you to report that I'm safe. ”

"Okay, safe journey." My eyes were clouded with a layer of vapor, and I muttered.

He dressed me in his pajamas and buttoned them up. "If you come to Paris to perform, you have to let me know and I'll go and see it live."

"I will." I say.

"It's a deal!" He held out his little finger, "Hook your finger." ”

I also held out my little fingers, and we hooked our fingers, stared at each other, and we both laughed, laughing like a pair of carefree little children, so happy.