inexhaustible

Chapter 28 You Look So Good When You Cry

The earrings are not complicated to make, and the owner's guidance is also very professional, but I may not have much manual talent, not only ugly, but also hurt my hands.

The wound was located at the knuckle of the index finger of the left hand. The cut was less than one centimeter. Fortunately, it was not serious, and the band-aid would scab over after two or three days.

The end of the year is approaching, and Christmas is being sewn again. The streets are full of 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 12th to December 24th, the male version of "Swan Lake" subverted the tradition and was staged poignantly!

I have heard about this version of "Swan Lake" for a long time, and I have always wanted to see it, but whenever I have time, the dance troupe is touring elsewhere, and when the dance troupe comes to Qingwan, I can't find time.After a long time, it becomes an obsession.

This time, the time and place were right and the people were right, everything was just right. I checked the remaining tickets and found that the seats for Christmas were full, and there was still room for the midnight show on Christmas Eve.

Looking 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?"

"Yeah." Rubbing the surface of the box, I spit out a mouthful of white mist into the air, and said, "Are you free on Christmas Eve?"

He was silent: "Christmas Eve?"

I could hear some embarrassment in his tone, and knew he must be busy that day.

Sure enough, he went on to say: "That day was Yin Nuo's birthday, and he invited us to go to the bar to have a carnival that day. Isn't there another day?"

With a pause in my hands, I put the jewelry box into my pocket, lowered my eyes and said, "It's okay, then I'll go and see it alone."

That's right, no one stipulates that Christmas Eve must be spent with lovers, which itself is a concept created by businesses to promote sales.

To a non-religious person, it's just an ordinary day, and it doesn't matter whose birthday it is.

"Don't watch the ballet, come and play with us? I will sing a lot of songs, and I will sing them to you when the time comes."

I suddenly realized that the perfect date in my opinion is to watch the ballet with my lover on Christmas Eve, and after the performance, I will send my own gifts on the street late at night.In his opinion, it may be a too rustic thing.

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

It's unbelievable that he is interested in me.

"No, it's inconvenient for me..." It was a carnival between him and his friends, and I was an outsider and a teacher, so it was embarrassing to go there.Moreover, it is indeed inconvenient.

"It's nothing inconvenient, just sit there if you don't want to talk to others, and I'll be with you when you're not singing."

"No need. Go and play." I refused him again.

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

"Okay," he said, "I can be with you on Christmas Day."

I smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone and seeing the powerful male ballet dancer on the poster, I called the booking hotline and bought a performance ticket with barrier-free seats.

Christmas Eve happened to be Friday, and since 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 brochure carefully, and at about 09:30, the whole theater gradually darkened, and the voices of the auditorium also gradually stopped.

The curtain slowly opened, and the first act of the dance drama 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 and the swan gradually became intimate and fell in love with each other irresistibly.

The vigor, elegance and masculinity of the swan are all what the prince yearns for.

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

But at dawn, he must go back to the suffocating palace to attend the boring ball.

To his surprise, at the ball, he saw his beloved swan again, who was still so elegant and charming in a black dress.

He wanted to go forward, but the swan acted like he didn't know him, and turned to kiss his queen mother.

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

Back in the bedroom, the prince is lying on the high bed, stretching out his hand in pain, reaching for the imaginary swan, hoping to be redeemed.But the swan failed to appear heroically in the end. He was attacked by a group of geese and fell down with scars at the climax of the music, and the prince dropped his hand for help afterwards.

The queen was distraught after discovering her son's death, and in the mirror symbolizing the illusion, the prince was embraced by a swan, and his soul finally rested in peace.

The curtain was closed, and the mood was still shaking. The auditorium burst into applause one after another. When the curtain was opened again, a group of dancers took their bows.

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

All good things are nothing but illusions, and the cold and depressing reality is the cruel reality.

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

In Hegel's view, 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.Hearing the sound was a little drunk, and the surroundings were also very noisy. It should be that the birthday party hadn't ended yet.

"Teacher, come and pick me up..." His voice dragged, and he seemed to be able to smell alcohol through the phone, "I've been drinking, so I 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 Theatre, and it took at most half an hour to drive there.

"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 to the car Bluetooth and talked to him while driving.

"Why do you drink so much?"

"They kept drinking me." He seemed to change his posture, and there was a rustle of clothes, "Actually, I only drank two or three glasses, but I don't know what kind of wine was mixed in one of them. Nausea, I still feel like vomiting."

"How can you drink wine together? You guys are too foolish."

"It's their nonsense, I'm very good."

Just like this, we chatted all the way, and when we were about to reach the place, a neat countdown suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

Shang Muxiao and I didn't talk for a while, and when the countdown reached the last second, I said first: "Merry Christmas."

He also said after a while: "Merry Christmas."

The bar was just ahead, I leaned over to the side of the road and turned on my double flashing lights, and said, "I'm here, come out."

Shang Muxiao said "hmm" and didn't hang up the phone, but he didn't make another sound. It should be that he was walking towards the door with his mobile phone.

"Hey, where are you going? Do you want to take the opportunity to escape?" Zhou Yanyi's voice suddenly appeared.

Shang Muxiao was a little impatient: "Fuck off, go home and sleep. Get out of the way."

Zhou Yanyi was surprised and said: "It's so early? It's only twelve o'clock now? Didn't you make an appointment with someone? Could it be... Beijiao? You really can go down..."

The phone is disconnected here.

After about 5 minutes, Shang Muxiao pushed the door out of the bar.

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

I handed him the mineral water in the car, and he took it, but didn't drink it, just stuck it on his face.

"It's so hot." He tugged on the collar of his sweater and opened the window, and I quickly raised the window again.

He frowned and looked at me, his cheeks were slightly flushed: "What are you doing?"

I turned off the heating, and said: "It's easy to catch cold when blowing cold wind, I turned off the air conditioner, and it won't be hot later."

He stared at me as if I had suddenly grown flowers on my face, looked up and down seriously, and didn't speak for a long time.

I just acted like he was a drunk, ignored him and drove as usual.

"Beijiao, has anyone ever told you that you are suitable for crying?" He raised his hand and touched my face, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "You look really good when you cry."

My ears were slightly hot, I opened his hand and scolded: "Don't make trouble."

Drunk people never feel like they're making a fuss.The more you tell him not to make trouble, the more he will show you.

"Every time you cry, I will be very strange." He simply leaned forward, no longer using his hands, but touching the corners of my eyes with his lips.

His lips were dry and soft, with a strong aroma of wine faintly.

"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, and I was licked by Shang Muxiao.

I turned my head to avoid it, and I was a little overwhelmed: "Don't..."

Before the word "Nao" came out of my mouth, he moved to my ear, kissing and biting, very clingy.

I tightly pursed my lips and stopped talking, for fear of making any strange noises 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's just that when he got out of the car, the ear on the right was already wet and hot by Shang Muxiao.

The wind coming from nowhere in the parking garage made people's noses numb.

After getting out of the car, Shang Muxiao calmed down, and when he got into the elevator, he just quietly leaned aside and closed his eyes to rest his mind, wondering if it was because of the cold wind blowing alcohol that made him feel uncomfortable.

Afraid he would vomit, I let him take a bath as soon as I got home, and I went into the kitchen to make sober soup for him.

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

"Shang Muxiao?" I put the cup of hangover soup on the coffee table and pushed his shoulder, "Drink the hangover soup before going to sleep."

Pushed a few times without waking up, I was about to stop, he seemed to have a third eye, his face and arms didn't move, but the other hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto him .

"Ah..." I fell towards him in a somewhat embarrassed posture, and my lower body kept sliding down because of my weakness.

He finally moved his arm away, seeing a strange, excited emotion flashing in my eyes, he lifted my lower body and let me lie on top of him.

He said softly: "Teacher, my stomach hurts, please rub it for me."

As he said that, he grabbed my hand and pressed it on the place that was definitely not the stomach.

The author says:

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