The night in Hangzhou is colorful and glazed. The bright moon jumps in the West Lake, composing the poetry of youth.

In Qian Yongli's heart, this weekend has passed so quickly and so happily. It's so inseparable to get together with the person you love in your heart. For Min Dongliang, she couldn't wait to break a minute into a few minutes.

When Dongliang and Gao Can sent Yongli back to the dormitory, Han Xue, who had been waiting on the shoe cabinet at the door, had been anxiously ringing, her eyes widened angrily, she pricked up her ears, tilted her head at Yongli, and let out a tight roar from the bottom of her heart.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and it's so worrying for a girl to be outside. What if something happens? At this time, Han Xue was more mother than Yongli's mother.

The three young men looked at Han Xue's angry appearance and laughed. Then you explain to the pet cat sentence by sentence and coax her. It made her look like a queen. Han Xuehu snorted with a face, and it took a while for his anger to disappear.

Yongli made coffee for everyone, and began to talk about her own play.

Qian Yongli's "Bonfire Fox Song" was so successful that it was pushed to the National Day gift. She also needs to take the play to the Shanghai International Theater Festival at the end of the year. The news was very morale-boosting. This also made Gao Can, who works in Shanghai, secretly happy.

She began to refine her character again. She has always had her own thoughts about the death of the heroine of this scene, Xing'er. She feels that the current stage design can't fully express the pathos and heroism of Xing'er's sacrifice.

She said to Dongliang that she still wanted to change the original Xing'er who was shot by an arrow in Chen Sheng's arms to change it to Xing'er being shot in the city wall in order to protect the flag, and then holding Chen Sheng's banner and turning it down from above.

Dongliang groaned for a long time, and finally agreed to help her try it.

Although for Min Dongliang, such a somersault is the most hand-to-hand. But for Qian Yongli, there is indeed a certain degree of difficulty. Yongli is a girl, and she doesn't have any martial arts skills, in case there is an accident. He couldn't afford it.

For Min Dongliang, his heart is conflicted.

Yongli has always loved himself deeply, and he is not without feelings. Sometimes looking at Yongli's eyes full of love, he can't seem to control his feelings. In the dead of night, he also tossed and turned, worried about her, and loved her. But he is a man with responsibility.

It's getting late, but the young people are still unsatisfied.

Tomorrow is Monday, don't you even go to work? Han Xue jumped on the table, sat in front of them with her tail coiled, and meowed at them. Rounded her already big eyes. The cat butler reminded everyone to hurry up and end the meeting.

Min Dongliang and Gao Can packed up their things and prepared to leave. Suddenly, on the wall of her hut, she saw the long-dusted lute.

"Yongli, when will you play the pipa, why don't we know?" Dongliang asked.

"I just like it, this pipa was given to me by Gao Can when I graduated." Yongli said proudly.

"Damn, you will hang the pipa I gave you on the wall and fall into dust!" Gao Can took the pipa off the wall. Blushing.

Min Dongliang snatched it from Gao Can's hand with a smile, and wiped the hook support. He smiled and said to Yongli: "Why don't you learn from Gao Can, they play a good pipa." Then he tuned himself and played it with his hand.

The sound of the lute sounded in the night sky. Gorgeously freehand the rain-shattered Jiangnan. It was a beautiful pipa song.

Dongliang gestured to Gao Can with his eyes, and Gao Can took the pipa from Dongliang attentively, and then plucked. He looked at Yongli affectionately, and he played her with his heart.

The south wind blows through on a summer night, and a full moon shines on the windowsill. The pipa tells the south of the Yangtze River, and Han Xue is intoxicated by the world of these young people.

Late at night, Dongliang and Gao Can set off to return to Wuxi.

Yongli couldn't calm down for a long time. She was lying on the bed with Han Xue in her arms, thinking and laughing. Reminiscing about every minute and second with Dongliang.

She took out a string of red pepper ornaments that Min Dongliang jokingly bought on Song Street in the afternoon and said that it was for her as a congratulatory gift, and she couldn't put it down and played with it. didn't care about Gao Can's heart for him at all.

She recalled that before the script was born, she and the leaders of the troupe were very unhappy about this new play. At that time, she cried a lot and told Dongliang on WeChat. Unexpectedly, two hours later, Dongliang stood in front of her.

He placed Yongli in front of the tea house, and enlightened her with a smile:

"Hey, Yongli! Your head is a post-90s generation! The little girl really hasn't mixed in the rivers and lakes, Hangzhou, Ningbo, Fenghua, Jiangsu. The north and south of the river, who doesn't know the name of the eldest sister in the Yue opera industry? Yongli, who was nothing at the time, chuckled.

"You don't want to be like her."

"I should call your big boss to reprimand her once, and then apologize to you"

"She is really unreasonable, how can she talk to herself on the new play, this is a big drama that she is going to Beijing to participate in, and it is a waste of human resources to let everyone accompany her so much."

Knowing that it was impossible for the regiment commander to apologize to himself, he knew that Dongliang was saying the opposite, and he was criticizing himself euphemistically, but in Yongli's ears, such a persuasion was more than what the regiment commander said.

"Yongli, this is the book that Gao Can helped you change, I think it may be more suitable for you. Why don't you show it to your regimental commander tomorrow? Everyone brainstormed. In fact, it's all for the good of the troupe and the performance. Dongliang wasted no time in handing over the notebook.

"The somersault you proposed about the heroine borrowing from Fang Qing's falling snow, in fact, I don't think it's appropriate. First, it is too difficult, and it is easy to have problems if you don't grasp it well. Second, is the umbrella you used in that play a little too abrupt? Lu Ban's umbrella is probably not changed well, that will. Dongliang smiled after speaking.

"But since you've raised a problem, think about helping to come up with a solution to it. Instead of throwing the problem at the leader. Otherwise, it's not you acting, but you watching the head of the troupe act, so no one will have face, right? ”

"But everyone wants to save face, otherwise how could you be sad like this!"

He said softly as he handed Yongli a tissue.

"Okay, don't be angry. Listen to me, just go and lie to the head tomorrow, ah? ”

It can be said that without Min Dongliang, there would be no "Bonfire Fox" drama, and without "Bonfire Fox", there would be no Qian Yongli's reputation and success in Beijing.

Qian Yongli is full of gratitude to Dongliang. It's a pity that Dongliang has already had a home for love, although he and her are close at hand, they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

As long as Dongliang is not married, I will definitely have a chance. Qian Yongli thought so.

Han Xue felt sorry for Qian Yongli, she knew that such a love would not come to fruition. Just like her and Song Ming back then.

Han Xue and Song Ming were high school classmates, and the two also fell in love at first sight.

They sat in the front and back seats during class, because with Song Ming behind them, Han Xue always looked forward to going to school every day. Their two rows of students and teachers were the biggest headache because there were always all kinds of stories and laughs.

After graduating from high school, Han Xue went to the police academy. Song Ming went to the University of Finance and Economics. Later, he was assigned to work in a bank. Then he went to the United States.

Song Ming hoped that Han Xue would give up his job as a police officer and go abroad with him. In Shanghai, how many girls and boys are eager for such a life?

But Han Xue gave up, because she knew that Song Ming didn't want her to follow him at all, and Song Ming also knew that Han Xue would definitely not follow him. Because at that time there was a young girl in their unit who fell madly in love with him.

On the day Song Ming left, Han Xue hid in the corner of the office and cried sadly for a long time. It was on that day that she filled in her name on the bureau's volunteer form to support southern Xinjiang.

The difference between Qian Yongli and Han Xue is that Qian Yongli's various hints to Dongliang seem to be invisible. But Han Xue understood Song Ming's heart.

In order to strive for the excellence of "Bonfire Fox Song", from that weekend onwards, Dongliang would come to Hangzhou almost every two or three days after work.

The rehearsal hall of the Yue Opera Troupe is always lit late. Dongliang tirelessly taught Yongli hand-in-hand, telling her how to backflip with props in her hands.

Sometimes Gao Can came from Shanghai and would bring them Shanghainese food dinner, and sometimes they would have a happy dinner together in the neighborhood.

When the little sisters of the troupe learned of Yongli's idea, they all volunteered to come to Yongli's field, because they also wanted to covet the legendary prince of tin opera.

What I didn't expect was that Qian Yongli couldn't learn a seemingly simple somersault. She was very annoyed by this, she cried, she was discouraged. I even wanted to give up altogether.

Han Xue, who was bored, was also taken every day during this time, accompanying Yongli to the rehearsal room, and she looked at Dongliang and Yongli from afar.

Watching them teach and learn one by one, watching Yongli's various clumsy movements. Han Xue thought to herself: Yongli is so smart, why can't she turn her head over for a month.

Sometimes she would squat in her seat and look at Min Dongliang from afar, and she also liked this versatile young man. She even thought that it would be nice if her son was so good.

In order to explain the essentials to Yongli in the rehearsal field, he turned over one heel after another, his face was covered with sweat. Even she felt weird and embarrassed.

One day, Dongliang and Gao Can came together. The attentive Yongli found Dongliang's tired face. And Gao Can's expression was a little wrong. She didn't know what was going on, but she didn't have time to ask too much. Everyone said hello and began to practice.

Once, twice, three or four times. This backflip, which I thought was simple in my mind, was too difficult for Yong Li. The repertoire of Yue Opera does not test the martial arts profession as much as Peking Opera or other genres. It seems too hard to stand out from the crowd.

Looking at Min Dongliang, who was sweating, touching her soaked clothes, she threw the props in her hand to the ground in annoyance. Then coquettishly said to Dongliang Forget it. She didn't want to change the play.

On this day, Min Dongliang was angry.

Min Dongliang was very injured. He wondered if Yongli didn't learn it on purpose.

He said to Yongli, since you have an idea about your work, you should work hard to perfect her.

Everyone has persevered together for so long, if she gives up easily, then how can she be embarrassed by so many friends who have paid for her.

Yongli didn't understand the meaning behind Dongliang's words, she didn't expect Dongliang to suddenly get so angry. Looking at the angry Min Dongliang, she had no choice but to silently pick up the props, jumping and flipping again with tears in her eyes, Dongliang had never been strict.

Looking at the clumsy Qian Yongli, Han Xue really couldn't bear it.

Watching Dongliang turn all day long, even Han Xue has learned. Jump, roll, twist, flip, land. Is it hard!

She watched Dongliang frown, shook her head vigorously, jumped up from her seat with a jump, and ran onto the stage quickly.

She ran in front of Yongli, stood up, imitated Min Dongliang's somersault, jumped and flipped in front of Yongli's eyes, and meowed. scolded in his heart: Qian Yongli, you are a fool. What's so hard about that?

Han Xue's movements surprised everyone.

Yongli watched Han Xue jump up and down in front of her eyes over and over again, watching her body twist in the air and draw a perfect arc, and suddenly found inspiration.

She imitated Han Xue's twisting movements, jumping, twisting, and then a harrier turned over and jumped off the high platform. Oh my God, she finally made it.

The applause rang out, it was the applause for the celebration of Yongli, and it was also the applause for everyone to finally be relieved. The friends breathed a sigh of relief at Yongli's final success.

A satisfied smile appeared on Dongliang's face, and he picked up Han Xue, who was wagging her tail on the side, and kissed her fiercely on the head.

This time, Han Xue didn't feel like being rubbed by a man at all, she smiled happily, hugged Min Dongliang like a buddy, and was happy for Yongli in her heart.