Chapter 33

After getting on the bus, Chen Yao was still asking who was wearing the white cheongsam.

I said I don't know.

I really can't name it.

Haha, why are you laughing at you if you don’t know her?That's so sweet, what about the nerves?

The two roads are lined up one after another, and the black windows are like military bunkers against the yellow tower crane.

The sun and the wind pulled the ragged red banners into pieces, flying around, with no word left.

I withdrew my gaze and pinched Chen Yao's thigh: Just the teacher Ah of the elective course, it seems that his surname is Chen.

If you really want to have a name, it can only be a white sweater.

As soon as we came out of the school gate, we encountered a white sweater.

Of course, in this weather, no one will wear a sweater unless it is to cover maggots, so what is wrapped around her is a green embroidered white cheongsam.

The only difference is that the latter has better results, even if exposed to the sky, this small and delicate woman is as concave and convex as ever.

She came along the willow shade of the North Street of University Town, and her towering breasts were slowly jumping injected a rare heart-boosting agent into the fat and bloated afternoon.

So the depressed vendors opened their eyes wide, so the hot wind lifted up her clothes and revealed half of her big white legs, so I glanced subconsciously.

Then she smiled at me.

When the almond eyes and cherry lips flashed under the shade of the tree, I was able to confirm that the white cheongsam was a white sweater.

I had no choice but to smile at her.

I hesitated whether to nod or even say hello.

But Chen Yao spoke.

She pounded me with an elbow and said: Oh, my eyes were straight.

In this way, I can't express anything.

Instead, the middle-aged man walking with the white sweater glanced at me unexpectedly, and stopped and asked: Go back now?

The white sweater didn't respond, and there was no pause.

When passing by, her pointed white heels knocked on the asphalt road, like a leisurely dance song in the hot summer.

She was dancing the last time she saw the white sweater.

It was the Monday night when I was polished with three thousand old cowhides that I rushed along the track for several laps.

At first, I took care of the slippers under my feet, but later I simply put them on my hands.

The faint lights and the ethereal moonlight shine together, and I must be like a crazy mantis when I run.

And when I got up from the lawn sweating profusely and walked out of the northeast diagonal, the Latin dance music in the tennis court became more and more melodious.

From a distance, there were crowds of people outside the barbed wire, and the black shadows were stretched out, like large tropical plants suddenly appearing.

As a god and a ghost, I actually walked through the basketball court and walked towards the temporary dance hall that I had been afraid of.

The four street lights were on that night, so the scene was a bit exaggerated.

Twenty pairs of men and women were buried in passionate dance music, sitting or standing, moving or still.

Several female friends also have to shake their heads and twist their butts from time to time, and I can only understand it as making a fool of themselves.

In the open space in the center, a pair of men and women danced together in four or four.

The woman's tight yoga outfit, black T-white pants, her curves were revealed.

Sorry, why should I pay attention to a man?

Like all the vulgar eyes around me, I have struggled to stare at the woman.

After all, such a wild dance is probably rare in the world.

It is really wild. Women rotate, move, and twist around their male companions, graceful and graceful.

The breasts are jumping, the round buttocks are trembling, and the waist is as clever as a willow and water snake.

As she trembled her butt with her thighs clamped, the crowd blew a erotic whistle.

There is no way, except for masturbation, we can only use this to express the universal truth in nature.

But the woman didn't care. The white Latin dance shoes were in a firm and enchanting pace, and the flexible body flowed more and more freely in the music.

The evening breeze in early summer is as bright as daytime, and the moths above the head, the shadows under the feet, the sweat, and even the soft gullies of women, are all visible.

The song ended, and the woman bowed with a smile as she was applauding.

Only then did I realize that this youthful and rich body belongs to my art appreciation teacher.

She clapped her hands at the man and woman in the field and said: Come on, come on, go again, be more quick!

After looking around, I finally caught a glimpse of a banner in the southwest corner behind everyone, with the book: Bachata Promotion Conference.

The reason why I know that the White Sweater's surname is Chen, of course, it comes from the gossip of classmates in elective courses.

According to him, this teacher Shen is very famous and is one of the top leaders in the art academy.

Such a person actually faces the whole school's elective courses, which is really a blessing that we have learned in our lifetime.

Although the white sweater is pleasing to the eye, as for whether it is a blessing or not, I personally prefer to run on the playground to shoot a ball.

However, there are not many elective courses, and based on two weeks and one semester, it only takes twelve lessons per semester.

The beauty of art appreciation class lies in the word "appreciation". There is no systematic theoretical limitation, just like children reading comic strips and turning them into whatever they see.

It just so happens that you like to borrow arrows from a straw boat, so you will naturally enjoy it; if you fall in love with the soldier Zhang Ga, it is hard to guarantee that you might as well sit on pins and needles.

The past two classes have been a world of ice and fire for me.

First, John Cage's experimental music and the avant-garde rock of the Bloody King. She even played a Cage's 1972 documentary. This video is really precious. Even if I can't understand it, I can't hide the inexplicable excitement that rushes out; then there is Renaissance and classical art, both Baroque, Romanticism and New and Old Impressionism. I have nothing to do except sleeping hard.

So the white sweater called me up.

With a burst of laughter, she said: Some students love to sleep, and there is nothing they can do.But you can't sleep all the time, and you can run out to do activities during class. It's not too late to sleep again.

I drooled my eyes sleepily, really wondering what to do.

At this moment, Chen Yao rolled her eyes: You are a hot commodity, and even the elective teachers know you.

My only reaction was to hit her thigh.

What should I say when I see Lingtang?

After a while, Chen Yao turned her face again.

I rolled my eyelids and ignored her.

You said we can catch up with the show, right?Now it's a bit hippie-smiling.I sighed deeply, looking very humorous.MTV must owe me a comedy performance award.

In fact, my mother said she was coming last Thursday, but it was still the Pingju School’s business. Is it still possible to get the registration of the Education Department?

As a result, the rush of people in front of the No. 2 teaching building, she called and said that there was something wrong and she couldn't go.

In that moment, I suddenly felt relieved inexplicably.

Thanks to Lao He's paper and the NBA, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to get through this week.

Last Tuesday night, I held a performance at Livehuse in the University Town. Without two songs, I even got excited, the Mofen 6200 broke the strings.

After a song ended, the boss found a piano, a high-end product, Gibsn's Firebird.

It's so high-end that I got it slippery, like I had a pair of large-size shoes on my feet, which was so awkward.

With Lao Qin's speaker and pickup, it was still unsatisfactory after adjusting the tone for about ten minutes.

The idiots in the audience jumped and jumped. I was sweating heavily and my movements were dull. A stream of air jumped in my stomach and almost rushed out.

After two songs, I threw the piano and said I wouldn't play it anymore.

As you expected, Dabo, who was already cold to me, almost rushed up and bit off my dog's leg.

I even called Wang Weichao.

After a series of pussy pussy, I carefully asked them whether the factory manager usually stayed in Pingyang or Pinghai.

The bullshit factory director, Pinggang Group Ah, he is the chairman and secretary of the party group!

I was silly complaining and then asked, "What are you asking about this?"

I stammered, really not knowing what to say.

After finally saving an excuse, Wang Weichao gave the answer.

He said he didn't know!

Yes, that's what he said.

After pondering for a while, he said: Chen Jianye, except for the staff meeting, we have never seen Ah!Of course, he has many industries in Pingyang. It’s okay to raise a few houses of Xiaomi. It’s up to us. Our team leader Huang will criticize you. That’s it. Ah, wine pool, meat forest.

I have no interest in Jiuchi Roulin, so I want to hang up the phone.

But Wang Weichao called me and said: Do you want to give me a gift when you encounter something?

I said: I'll give your mom a pussy!

I'm so rude that sometimes I can't help but be pretentious.

Pingyang Grand Theater is located in the new administrative district in the northeast corner, and it takes just one hour to take the bus.

After staying in Pingyang for two years, this is the first time I have seen this building that has been frequently seen in newspapers and screens.

What is surprising is that its real scene is as ugly as the photo, and it looks like a tilted gourd from a distance.

My aesthetic is not against the appearance of a building with a gourd, but why it needs to be tilted, I don't understand it.

According to Lao He, the theater was also completed in 1997 by Guo Sheng, former dean of the Gardening Academy.

It was originally called the Hong Kong Theater, but it was changed to the current one without being built.

To be honest, this big word is really a stroke of magic and plays a role in culture to strengthen aphrodisiacs, so I am really afraid that it will spray something out at this moment.

Fortunately, you can also see Pingyang Building here, of course, thanks to Chen Yao's guidance.

She said: Tsk, Pingyang Building.

I said: That's Pingyang Building.

That's nothing, what else can that giant penis with silver light shining in the scorching sun besides Pingyang Building?

There is also a Pingyang Hotel in Pingyang Building, the only platinum five-star in the province, which is still a big and speechless.

The small square of the theater is well greened, and some broad-leaved trees that are not famous have been planted. At this time, there are cicadas that are still noisy.

A shallow pool was cut close to the bottom of the gourd, and about twenty spray heads burst into endlessly like epilepsy.

The performance billboard stands by the pool, and there are three "Flowers for Media" show, this afternoon in the multi-purpose hall and tomorrow morning and evening in the opera hall.

This new screenwriter seems to have received a good response, and several local newspapers have commented on it.

I glanced at the cigarette at noon yesterday. The headline of the deputy edition of the Provincial Metropolis Daily Culture was "Classic Reinvention of "Flowers for Media New Editing" inevitably, and it was a bit too much. What is based on classics and exploring the spirit of the times.

At this moment, my mother came out from behind the gourd and waved to us from a distance.

She wore a beige lace blouse, a long indigo over-knee skirt on her lower body, and a big peony flower was so beautiful.

At the first sentence, she asked with a smile: Are you two watching the show?

Just watch the show and just listen, after all, most of the performances are over.

Under the leadership of my mother, after a round trip, we finally arrived at the backstage of the multi-function hall.

The old acquaintances in the troupe are all there, waiting for the waiting room, changing the makeup, the old fried dough sticks are bragging as always, while the young people are gradually fading and becoming more and more stingy.

Since my girlfriend is here, naturally the front and backstage are all a scene.

When my mother was taken into the lounge with a red face, Chen Yao secretly pinched me.

Mother blinked: I would like to remind you that you are not happy to watch the show, and you are still obedient and not listening to the sound.

For more than half an hour, we both stayed in the lounge.

From time to time, people were laying a crack at the door, looking in, or slid or careless.

The singing style at the front desk is clear and melodious, but there is a layer of blurred and heavy feeling, which adds a bit of sorrow to the originally celebrating comedy.

A scene between the fifth girl and the Zhang couple and Ruan Ma made people tremble all over. She sang: It’s good to tie the knot, but who will complain if you marry a chicken?

This is what the new compilation calls new, the background remains unchanged, but the relationship between the main characters and the spiritual core are no longer the same.

As for the ending, Wang Junqing refused to give up his Li Yue'e, and Zhang Wuke pursued her Jia Junying, the old lovers and the new lovers, everyone was happy.

What surprised me was that Zhang Fengtang actually played Ruan Ma, and her singing skills were fine, but her image was really subverting the classics.

When all the crew members finished their curtain call, Chen Yao and I were the only ones left in the backstage.

She stuck out her tongue and said that the play sounded quite interesting.

I said you are aware of this.

Just as I was about to finish the fight, a series of slow clicks sounded outside, so lazy that it made my teeth itchy.

Soon, the door to the lounge was pushed open.

The person who came said aloud and immediately laughed: Lin Lin is here, the little beauty has brought it. Come on, let the aunt take a good look!

I really didn't expect to meet Niu Xiuqin here, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

After the actors took off their makeup and changed their clothes, it was already dark.

During this period, Chen Yao was blown up by Niu Xiuqin and burned on the outside and tender on the inside.

When she walked out of the theater gate, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little bit of hardship and gratitude to get rid of the old witch's claws.

Actually, she gave me a few winks, but what can I do?

As soon as I turned my head, I could catch a glimpse of Niu Xiuqin's snow-white big breasts.

The latter was wrapped in a low-cut tight skirt, with a touch of transparent black silk connected between the bow tie and the chest, and half of the cleavage was clearly visible.

The color of the skirt is even more bizarre and spotty, like an old canvas thrown away by an Impressionist painter.

Even if I have a short-sighted knowledge, I know that the more strange the thing this kind of thing is in the public aesthetic, the more expensive it is.

The fashion industry is so despicable, there is nothing we can do about it.

My mother has been busy working, helping to remove makeup and moving props, and has never said a few words to me so far.

It was not until just now that she called me for dinner and told Chen Yao not to put anything down.

The dinner was booked in a nearby Sichuan restaurant. According to my aunt, its seafood barbecue is very good.

Although we don’t understand why the Sichuan restaurant’s best skills are seafood barbecue, we still ordered seafood barbecue.

There are about twenty people, one private room, three tables.

In addition to Zheng Xiangdong and Niu Xiuqin, the two old artists in the group were not very old, just my grandfather’s junior sister. She used to be in the city singing and dancing troupe, but later she went to the cultural center with Zheng Xiangdong. My mother asked them out of the mountain to do some hard work.

But that year, a fire broke out in a video hall in Pingyang, killing and injuring forty or fifty people (there has been more than a hundred people circulating among the people, maybe you can remember that the big news that caused a sensation in the country was enough for people to be excited for three or two months).

The State Council issued a document to strengthen the rectification of business premises, and the provincial government has even made a pledge to strictly approve the entertainment industry's operations.

The so-called strictness, translated into something that ordinary people can understand, is: under normal circumstances, the issuance of all types of qualification certificates will be suspended.

Later I learned that the performance group license needs to be applied to the Cultural Bureau and the brokerage agency license needs to be applied to the Cultural Bureau.

Taking fire as the boundary, it took time before and almost life-consuming.

Although my grandmother gave Niu Xiuqin early, she still crushed it for several months.

My mother was running around in that time, but she had no gains. When she got home, she had to ignore the old man's words and even wanted to give up.

But this performance contract and bank loan are all trivial matters, and it is really hard to explain if it has ruined someone’s iron job.

To a certain extent, without these seniors in the Ping Opera industry, there would be no Fengwu Opera Troupe.

When the first batch of oysters were put on the shelves, Niu Xiuqin suggested that her mother say a few words. The response was so enthusiastic that we were also winning.

I don't understand what we mean. This aunt just talks a lot. Since she meditates, her pair of lip augmentation has never stopped, even when she is fiddling with her big waves in front of the mirror.

What's scary is that this person is sitting on my left hand. No special actions are needed, and big breasts will automatically run into my eyes.

It can be said that as a barrier, I sacrificed myself and protected Chen Yao.

My mother didn't take the initiative, and looked at the other two tables, then smiled and pounded Xiao Zheng beside her: Come on.

I thought Xiao Zheng would make some polite words, but I didn't.

With that I'll come?

After landing gently, others stood up.

Comrades, he clamped his hands and cleared his throat, and then started his speech after the surroundings were quiet. Comrades, this is a troupe, the old society is just a miscellaneous style, Ah, the actors are lowly and the lower class, which is worse than the working people at the bottom.In the new society, after the drama changes, there are achievements and mistakes. Ah, I have experienced the glory of the troupe and the troupe. Ah, he wanted to find the lyrics, but unfortunately he had closed his hair several times but couldn't find it, so he left it alone: ​​I really hope that our cultural form can be carried forward and passed on. Ah, this is the same as everyone here.Let's encourage everyone, this performance is very good!Finally, thank the Culture and Sports Bureau for its support for our Ping Opera career!

I really admire Xiao Zheng. His old words blended Zhang Ling dialect, Pinghai dialect and Mandarin to perfection.

But when I thanked the Cultural and Sports Bureau, he was not staring at Niu Xiuqin, but hissing oysters not far away.

Of course, the applause was thunderous.

Niu Xiuqin stretched out her thumb and said: Brother Zheng is well-written.

Xiao Zheng smiled and couldn't do it. Why? I always feel that the curve is a bit stiff: Don't you say a few words?

Forget it, Niu Xiuqin waved her hand, but she still put her tassels on her shoulders and stood up. Everyone eats and drinks well, have a good sleep, tomorrow, work hard and go to the big stage to open their eyes!

As she said this, she picked up the wine glass: Come on, come on, it’s all full, I’ve had this glass!Thanks to our team leader’s good leadership!

Everyone stood up, so I had to stand up.

The mother smiled slightly, while Chen Yao's face was so irritating.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zheng Xiangdong became more talked about how good the audio system of Pingyang Grand Theater was and how much the stage in the old county town was in the past.

Honestly, it's quite interesting.

So I expressed my personal opinion, which made Xiao Zheng say that I understand.

He even asked me which school I was from and what major I was studying for. The same question also affected Chen Yao.

The two old artists didn't talk much, so they just talked to Chen Yao for a few words, praising her handsome appearance, and after that, they said tactfully that if they didn't have a bowl of soup, their stomachs wouldn't be able to stand it.

Niu Xiuqin didn't eat much, but she kept encouraging me to eat more.

She said she was losing weight, otherwise she wouldn't be polite to anyone.

As she said this, Aunt Xiuqin raised her legs and her short skirt shrank to the base of her thighs.

My aunt sat at the next table, and the man on his right hand was indeed a donkey face.

From time to time, she would twist her body and say a few words to Chen Yao, the old-fashioned elder care.

When I got up to deliver meat and wine, she suddenly grabbed the corner of my clothes and said quietly in a high decibel voice: Yes, Lin Lin.

The whole hall was laughing loudly. For the first time in my life, I saw Zhang Fengtang's face without makeup.

My mother should be very happy, her face was flushed.

In addition to calling everyone to have a meal, her attention was always on the afternoon performance, with attendance, audience response, mistakes, etc.

As for the person we are talking to, they are naturally her senior brother and uncle.

Occasionally, when I hit those pairs of water-distant eyes twice, my mother raised her eyebrows and whispered at Chen Yao beside me.

Later I got up and distributed crayfish, and "Legend of Seal" suddenly rang out.

It was very blurry, like the whimper of some animal.

Back in the seat, my mother had already walked out.

Niu Xiuqin drank very fiercely white wine, yelling to clink glasses with me.

I refused, so I had to satisfy her.

She asked me what I did at school, and was it boring.

I just want to play around.

This aunt slapped my thigh: "Do you play around?"Your mother paid the tuition fee and asked you to play?

She supported her chin, her plump face raised with a smile, and the dark green pendant on her earlobes was crystal clear.

At this moment, I found a lilac spot on the edge of the bow tie on the right side of her neck.

In the fierce and fishy air, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

When I got up, Chen Yao asked me where I was going, and I said I would go to the bathroom.

There were a few idle people standing in the corridor, and the hall downstairs was crowded with people.

However, there is no sign of mother.

I walked east along the corridor for two steps, and when I turned around, I found that she was hitting the west corridor.

Under the tight and sharp light, my mother's steps were swaying, and the big peony seemed to jump off her skirt.

She asked me how I ran out.

I said I went to the toilet and was suffocated.

She smiled and beat me, blaming me for being so big and not being able to do anything.

Just when my mother was about to enter the door, I stopped her and said she needed to borrow a cell phone.

She said: Where is yours?

I said: It's out of power.

My mother frowned and handed over the V60.

She said: Don’t call randomly, or you will pay your phone bill to mom!

After my mother went in for a while, I opened the flip.

Not far away, a fat man stared at me intently, as if all the shameful things in the world would be exposed to his small squint eyes.

I had to stroke the pendant of my phone and responded with the same gaze.

The fat man was stunned and mumbled twice before turning his face away.

131 Of course, there are new call records. From last Sunday to today, there are five more. The latest one is just 5 minutes ago.

One of them is the local caller, and the maximum call time is last Wednesday afternoon, nearly 25 minutes.

There was no text message, maybe my mother deleted it?

I buried my head and pressed the keyboard to a crackle.

I don’t know where the wind came from, but the fiery red jade phoenix kept shaking.

My hands felt sticky, and it was hard to say it was oil, barbecue sauce or my own sweat.

It was at this moment that my nose was filled with fragrance and I gave a heavy pat on my shoulder.

As you expected, I almost sat on the ground.

What are you doing? Niu Xiuqin put her hands on her chest and stared at me with a smile. Shouldn’t she sneaking through your mom’s phone?Hey, you little kid, have you caught me?

Maybe why, she was like abalone with soaked hair, round and smooth.

I sniffed, feeling the cleavage in front of me was expanding at an astonishing speed.