Eternal Burning - Chapter 28

[Chapter 28 You are so beautiful when you cry]

The ear studs are not complicated to make, and the owner’s guidance is also very professional, but I may not have any manual talent, and it is not only ugly, but also hurts my hands.

The wound is located at the knuckle of the index finger of the left hand. The opening is less than one centimeter. Fortunately, it is not serious.

The end of the year is approaching, and Christmas is being sewn again. The streets are filled with a festive atmosphere, red and green, and it is very lively.

When I left the workshop, I accidentally saw a promotional poster posted at the bus stop next to it – from December 24th to December 25th, the male version of “Swan Lake” subverted the tradition and was staged poignantly!

I have heard the name of this version of Swan Lake for a long time, and I have always wanted to watch it, but whenever I have time, the dance troupe tours elsewhere, and when the dance troupe comes to Qingwan, I can’t find time. It has become an obsession for a long time.

This time it was rare that the time was right and the place was right. Everything was just right. I checked the remaining tickets. It was full for Christmas, and there were still seats at midnight on Christmas Eve.

Taking a look at the small blue velvet box in the palm of my hand, I excitedly called Shang Muxiao and asked him if he was interested in ballet.

“Ballet? Do you want to see it?”

“Well.” Rubbing the surface of the box, I exhaled a white mist into the air and said, “Are you free on Christmas Eve?”

He was silent: “Are you Christmas Eve? ”

I heard a bit of embarrassment in his tone, and knew that he should have something to do that day. Sure enough, he went on to say, “It was Yin Nuo

‘s birthday. He asked us to party at the bar early in the morning. Isn’t there another day?”

, then I’ll go see it alone.” It

is also said that no one stipulates that you must spend Christmas Eve with your lover, which itself is a concept created by businesses to promote sales.

For non-religious people, it was just an ordinary day, and who’s birthday didn’t matter.

“Stop watching ballet, come and play with us? I will sing a lot of songs, and I will sing them to you.”

I suddenly realized that the perfect date in my opinion-Christmas Eve with lovers Ballet, after the end of the night on the street to give out their own gifts. In his opinion, it may be too rustic.

He is a thrill seeker and loves extreme sports, how could I have thought he was interested in ballet?

It was incredible that he could be interested in me.

“No, it’s inconvenient for me…” It was a carnival between him and his friends. I was an outsider and a teacher, so it would be embarrassing to go there. And it’s really inconvenient.

“It’s not inconvenient, just sit there if you don’t want to talk to others, and I’ll accompany you when you’re not singing.”

“No need. Go and play.” I rejected him again.

Seeing that it was difficult to persuade me, he stopped trying.

“Okay.” He said, “I can accompany you on Christmas Day.”

I smiled and said, “Okay.

” , purchased a show ticket with an accessible seat.

Christmas Eve happened to be Friday, and because it was still early, I went home after get off work and went to the theater after dinner.

When entering the venue, the staff will distribute a booklet to each audience, roughly telling the story background and creative inspiration of the entire ballet.

I read the booklet carefully. At about 9:30, the whole theater slowly darkened, and the voices of the auditorium gradually stopped.

The curtain slowly opened, and the first act of the dance began.

The prince lived a very depressed life since he was a child. His mother was indifferent and selfish, and never gave him any warmth. In desperation, he came to the lake to end his life, when a group of swans appeared.

The prince was attacked by a flock of geese, and when he was helpless, a beautiful male swan appeared and rescued him. He gradually became intimate with the swan, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with each other.

The swan is strong, elegant and masculine, all of which are what the prince yearns for.

He played intimately with the swan and loved him with all his heart.

But it was dawn, and he had to go back to the suffocating palace for a boring ball.

To his surprise, he saw his beloved swan again at the ball. The other party was dressed in black and was still as elegant and charming.

He wanted to come forward, but the swan didn’t know him, turned his head and made out with his mother.

The prince was completely devastated. His heart was broken, and the last thing he cared about in the world was gone.

Back in the bedroom, the prince lay on the high bed, reaching out in pain to reach for the fantasy swan in the hope of redemption. But the swan finally failed to appear heroically again. He was attacked by the geese and fell down with scars at the climax of the music, and the prince lowered his hand for help after that.

The queen was devastated when she found out that her son died, and in the mirror symbolizing the illusion, the prince was held in the arms of a swan, and his soul finally rested in peace.

The curtain was closed, and the mood was still shaking. Some applause came from the audience one after another. When the curtain was opened again, a group of dancers called the curtain, and the audience recovered their hearts.

On the way to the parking lot, my mood was still not fully recovered, and my mind was full of the prince and the swan.

All beauty is but an illusion, and cold depression is the cruel reality.

In the hallucination, the swan loves the prince. But in reality, he doesn’t care about him at all.

According to Hegel, tragedy is the highest peak of literary art, while Schopenhauer believes that music should stand at the top of aesthetics. Combining the two, tonight’s tragic ballet can be said to be the pinnacle of art.

As soon as the engine was started, Shang Muxiao’s call came. The sound was a little drunk, and the surroundings were very noisy. It should be that the birthday party has not yet ended.

“Teacher, come and pick me up…” His voice was slow, and he could smell alcohol through the phone, “I’ve been drinking and can’t drive.”

I looked at the time, it was already twelve o’clock.

“Where are you?”

He reported an address, which happened to be not far from the Grand Theater, and drove for at most half an hour.

“Wait, I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

He smiled inexplicably: “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” After

a moment of silence, no one hung up.

I simply connected the car’s bluetooth and talked to him while driving.

“Why do you drink so much?”

“They keep beating me.” He seemed to change his posture, and there was a rustling sound, “Actually, I only drank two or three glasses, but I don’t know what kind of drink was mixed in one of them. Wine, I feel disgusting when I drink it, and now I feel a little nauseous.”

“How can you mix the wine, you are too foolish.”

“They are fooling around, I’m very good.”

After chatting all the way, when I was about to reach the place, a uniform countdown suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone.

“10, 9, 8, 7…” Shang Muxiao

and I didn’t speak to anyone for a while. When the countdown reached the last second, I said, “Merry Christmas.”

He also said after a while, “Merry Christmas. “The

bar is in front, I leaned to the side of the road and flashed a double flash, and said, “I’m here, you come out.”

Shang Muxiao said “Yeah”, didn’t hang up, but didn’t make a sound, listen to the movement He should be walking towards the door with his phone in hand.

“Hey, where are you going? Do you want to take the opportunity to get away?” Zhou Yanyi’s voice suddenly appeared.

Shang Muxiao was a little impatient: “Slip off, go home and sleep. Get out of the way.”

Zhou Yanyi was surprised: “It’s so early? It’s only twelve o’clock? Did you make an appointment with someone? Could it be… Mustard? You really can go down…” The

call was cut off here.

About five minutes later, Shang Muxiao pushed out the door from the bar.

As soon as he got in, the car was full of alcohol.

I handed him the mineral water I had in the car, and he took it, but instead of drinking it, he just put it on his face.

“It’s hot.” He tugged at the collar of his sweater and opened the window, which I quickly raised again.

He frowned and looked at me, his cheeks slightly red: “What are you doing?”

I turned off the heating and said, “It’s easy to catch a cold with the cold wind. I turned off the air conditioner, and it won’t be hot in a while.”

He stared at me, It seemed that flowers suddenly grew on my face, I looked up and down seriously, and didn’t speak for a long time.

I just treated him as a drunk, ignored him, and drove as usual.

“Beida, has anyone ever said that you are very suitable for crying?” He raised his hand and touched my face, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, “You look so beautiful when you cry.”

My ears were slightly hot, He opened his hand and scolded, “Don’t make trouble.” A

drunk person will never feel that he is making trouble. The more you tell him to stop making trouble, the more he makes trouble for you.

“Every time you cry, I’m very weird.” He simply leaned in, no longer using his hands, but touching the corners of my eyes with his lips.

His lips were dry and soft, with a faint smell of wine.

“I want you to cry, but I don’t want you to cry.” After that, I felt that the corners of my eyes were wet, but Shang Muxiao licked them.

I tilted my head to avoid it, and couldn’t resist: “You don’t…”

Before the word “noisy” came out, he turned to my ear, kissing and biting, too sticky.

I pursed my lips tightly and stopped talking, for fear of making a strange sound when I opened my mouth.

Fortunately, there were few cars in the middle of the night, so I was able to concentrate and drive home smoothly. It was just that when he got off the car, the ear on the right had been bitten by Shang Muxiao and was wet and hot.

The wind from somewhere in the parking garage made people’s noses go numb.

When Shang Muxiao got out of the car, he settled down, and when he entered the elevator, he just leaned on the side and closed his eyes to rest.

Afraid that he would vomit, I asked him to take a bath first when I got home, and I went into the kitchen to make soup for him to sober up.

When Tang Chong came out to take a look, he found that he was lying on the sofa with his arms covering his eyes and motionless.

“Shang Muxiao?” I put the cup containing the hangover soup on the coffee table and pushed him on the shoulder, “Drink the hangover soup and then go to sleep.

” The third eye was born, and the arm on his face didn’t move, but the other hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto him.

“Ah…” I fell to him in a somewhat embarrassed posture, and my lower body continued to slide down because of my weakness.

He finally moved his arms, looked at my eyes flashing a strange, excitement-like emotion, lifted my lower body, and let me lie on top of him.

He whispered: “Teacher, my stomach hurts, you can rub it for me.” He

grabbed my hand and pressed it down on the place that was definitely not the stomach.

The author has something to say:

I watched the male version of Swan Lake a few years ago. This one has been on tour before. If you have the opportunity, you can watch the live version. At present, the full version of the 2012 version of station b is a good choice.

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