Peter Pan and Cinderella

2014, summer.

Xie Zhuxing shook the collar of the training suit, and the soaked cloth was almost sticking to his body. After two hours of dancing, the music overwhelmed the sound of the mobile phone. Now that he turned off the music, he saw that there was a message from the mobile phone. Several missed calls and a short message from his girlfriend, telling him to go back early and say something.

He went to take a shower, changed his clothes, left the dance studio, met a colleague in the corridor who also came to practice dancing, and said to him, "Why are you still here? The director is looking for you, let him go to his office."

He shook off the dripping bangs and asked, "What happened?"

The colleague said: "I don't know, but I have called several people today."

Originally, Xie Zhuxing was going back, but now he had to go upstairs again and knocked on the director's door.

In addition to the director, there are two strangers in the room. One is a gentleman with glasses, in his early thirties, sitting opposite the director; the other is sitting on the sofa, wearing sunglasses, with Erlang's legs crossed, and one foot still on the floor. On the edge of the glass table, he was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt, revealing two tattooed arms.

"Brother Yang, are there any guests?" Xie Zhuxing said, "How about I'll come back later."

Director Yang said: "Don't go, come in, close the door."

Xie Zhuxing went in suspiciously.

The director introduced to the two guests: "This is Xiao Xie, who just signed into our studio at the beginning of the year, majoring in dance, and danced for Liu Tianwang's concert in March. Hey? Xiao Xie, I forgot, you are twenty How old is it?"

Xie Zhuxing said, "Twenty-two."

The director nodded and continued: "Xie Xieren is good, but he doesn't like to talk much. I have the video data of his dancing and backup dance. If you need it, I will find it and show it to you."

The man with glasses didn't answer, looked at Xie Zhuxing, turned his head and asked the flower-armed youth, "What do you think?"

Hua Arm lowered his legs and said in a condescending tone, "You look decent enough, turn around and let me see your figure."

Xie Zhuxing stood still.

The director urged him: "Xiao Xie! Turn around."

Xie Zhuxing just turned around.

Hua Arm tilted his head and looked at it, and asked, "How tall are you?"

Xie Zhuxing said, "One eighty-three."

Hua Arm said: "Almost, the legs are quite long, the waist is thin enough, and the buttocks are upturned. It's okay."

Xie Zhuxing: "..." This is the mother of the Niulang shop, right?

The man with glasses said, "Then leave a document?"

Hua Arm raised his legs again, and said nonchalantly, "Let's stay, the ones I've seen today are just like this. What the **** are the rest, it's just hot eyes."

The man with glasses smiled and shook his head.

The director smiled and said, "Xiao Xie, then go out and do your work first."

It would be too sloppy to say that it is an audition for an advertisement or a film and television drama. It doesn't have to be so troublesome to choose a backup dancer for a singer. The most likely thing is which TV station's talent show.

After graduation, Xie Zhuxing has been drifting in Beijing for almost two years, from running wild fields, to dancing in concerts, and finally signed a serious brokerage contract this year. Although it is a dance studio, it is also affiliated with the university. Under the name of the company, I thought I had a chance to debut, but I sat on the bench for more than half a year, and my work was still walking and dancing. In the past, a TV station director invited him to participate in the talent show. At that time, he was a calf and arrogant, and he didn't like the talent show at all. Now if it was really a talent show to choose people, he wouldn't even have the confidence to refuse.

Not only is he poor and short-minded, but his age is also there. In two years, he will not even be given a chance in the draft.

The studio is not far from the house he rented, six subway stops, just a few minutes walk from the station.

When he entered the door and saw no one, he called his girlfriend twice: "Jiajia? Yan Jiajia!"

A reply came from the slightly peeling door of the bathroom: "Here!"

Xie Zhuxing asked, "Why are you calling me back in such a hurry?"

There was a sound of water flushing inside, and Yan Jiajia came out and asked him, "Do you still have any money?"

Xie Zhuxing said, "Didn't I just give you ten thousand last week?"

Yan Jiajia said, "I went to Hangzhou, and I'm gone."

Going to Hangzhou is not a performance? Why don't you just go in and out? He didn't ask, just said, "How much?"

Yan Jiajia said, "Five thousand."

Xie Zhuxing paused for a moment before saying, "Next week, I just called my mother yesterday, and my father is going to have an operation. There will be a performance this weekend, and I'll give you the money when the money is settled, okay?"

Yan Jiajia glanced at him and said, "Is it useful if I say no?"

Xie Zhuxing did not answer.

Yan Jiajia didn't speak anymore, she took her bag and went out.

Xie Zhuxing asked, "Where are you going?"

Yan Jiajia said, "I have an appointment with my sisters for dinner."

She ate this meal for several days, didn't go home, didn't answer the phone, the messages all showed "delivered", but she didn't reply.

This is not the first time she has done this. The last time she said the phone was broken, and the last time she said the signal was not good.

When people change, they change, and there is no way out.

On weekends, Xie Zhuxing goes to work. A high-end club that just opened, invited a very famous and outdated Taiwanese singer to do the opening performance. The money was not much. It was not worth it for the singer to come from Taiwan with a dance group, so I found them in Beijing. The studio helps with dancers.

After the performance, I was removing makeup backstage. Everyone suggested going to have a late-night snack and told him: "Xiao Xie, let's go too, you haven't been there several times."

He looked for a reason: "I have something to go back, next time."

Others also coaxed: "Okay, go back to accompany my sister-in-law again!"

He just smiled and acquiesced.

After everyone left, he packed up his things and took out his bag. He found that the lobby of the clubhouse was very noisy. The owner of this place held a party while the opening was open. The lights were adjusted like a nightclub. He asked the waiter and found out where the bathroom was.

When he entered the bathroom, there was no one in it. He was just standing in front of the toilet when the door opened again.

A young man came in, swearing and swearing at the phone: "You idiot, do you really think it's a good place to see red? Where in the world can you sleep in so many places? Now, where dare aunt come to open a room with you? Don't say it, I'm in a hurry to pee!"

He hung up the phone and tucked the phone into his back pocket.

Xie Zhuxing glanced over from the corner of his eye and saw his flower arm.

Yo, isn't this Mama Sang?

After the flower arm peeing, he pulled the zipper, and someone called him again. He glanced at him and picked it up, his tone was completely different from the tone just now, and he was still a little coquettishly calling people: "Haji! ... I didn't do anything. , I'm playing outside, I just came out and haven't had a sip of wine... Who told you? I didn't take drugs!... You're back in Beijing? Are you home?... Miss you! How can I not?... I'll be right now Go back, you'll be there in half an hour."

After Xie Zhuxing finished washing his hands, he pulled a tissue to wipe his hands.

Hua Arm also came to the sink, stretched his entire arm under the faucet to get wet, and then rubbed his arm hard in front of the mirror, trying to rub off his tattoo... The sticker, his arm was rubbed red, but not much was rubbed off.

Xie Zhuxing looked at him.

Hua Arm found it in the mirror, maybe she felt ashamed, and said viciously: "Look at the fart, look at it? Don't hurry up after urinating!"

Xie Zhuxing lost the tissue, took out the cleansing oil from the bag, and asked, "Do you need it?"

Flower Arm: "...Use."

It was really difficult for him to clean the tattoo stickers that covered his arms by himself. Xie Zhuxing used a tissue to help him wipe off the places he couldn't reach, revealing two white arms with thin skin and tender flesh. Coddled.

The half bottle of makeup remover oil was almost bottomed out, and it was estimated that it would be able to remove makeup two or three more times. Xie Zhuxing had not had time to put it away, and the young man threw the bottle into the trash can like a basketball, saying, "How much is this? Money? I'll pay you back."

Xie Zhuxing said: "Forget it, it's worthless."

The other party looked at him carefully and said, "Hey? Have I seen you before?"

Xie Zhuxing pretended to be stupid: "It shouldn't be, my public face."

The young man touched the back of his head and said, "No, you are quite handsome."

Xie Zhuxing: "...not as handsome as you."

His words were not compliments either. This man looked unassuming, but he had a very good-looking face with clear eyebrows and clear eyes.

It's a pity that this guy is good-looking for only three seconds. As soon as he shows a hippie smile, he immediately gets beaten up and says proudly, "That's right, I am Chaoyang Jinchengwu."

Xie Zhuxing didn't answer him and said, "Then I'll go first..."

Chaoyang Jin Chengwu turned on the faucet to rinse off the makeup remover oil on his arm. Maybe the water was so loud that he didn't hear what Xie Zhuxing said. He said to himself, "Our Haji has suddenly returned to Beijing, and she doesn't like me putting such messy things on her body. I was afraid that she would be unhappy when she saw it, so I quickly got rid of it."

Talking is a disease, who will treat him? Xie Zhuxing said: "Surname Ha? It's quite rare, is it a minority?"

The young master smiled and said, "Harbin Cecilia Cheung, my mother!"

Xie Zhuxing: "…"

Chao Wu washed his arms, wiped them with a tissue, and said, "I don't know who was fooling around in front of her, arranged for me to take drugs, and let me know which stinky idiot it was, and I had to beat him to death."

Xie Zhuxing thought silently, this is not a mandarin chatter, it's a compulsion.

Jiujiu himself said: "I have to go home and explain it clearly, otherwise this word will reach my eldest brother's ears, and I will have to slap me first if I say it."

Xie Zhuxing said, "I have to go too."

He put his hands on his shoulders, and said with rapturous expressions, "Let me tell you, my eldest brother used to practice Sanda, but he's awesome!"

Xie Zhuxing only felt a headache.

Fortunately, as soon as I went out to the bathroom, the sound wave was too strong, and I couldn't hear it no matter how hard I tried.

The two passed through the crowd, and they encountered a few net red-faced girls who were throwing their arms in their arms, and a few friends who were laughing and saying hello.

Apparently, he was forced to spend the whole day in this kind of situation, and acquaintances walked everywhere.

Xie Zhuxing heard those people call him "Wang Chao".

…so much more simple than imagined.