Salad Days - Chapter 5

Bai Jin turned his head reluctantly as soon as the coach ordered his name. He had a pair of upturned eyes, long black eyebrows, and a lingran. Counting him at this age is actually not yet open, but it does not seem to affect the virtue of his expression that looked down on people that day.

“What are you looking at?” the coach shouted.

Bai Jin said nothing, and the boys beside him smiled yin and yang, “He looks at the little swans.”

At the end of the talk, everyone around laughed, and the laughter was obviously not friendly.

The coach sternly said: “Laughing butt! Laughing people go around and do squats!”

Bai Jin didn’t move, and the other boys spread out reluctantly, and some even put his shoulder on his shoulder in a rude manner, and lowered his voice to complain: “I’m proud, what’s the money at home?”

Bai Jinyi was still too lazy to say that. He sat aside and wrapped bandages on his hands. When he looked outside, the swans had already run away.

Surrounded by the girls, Jiang Shen tweeted all the way back to the dance room. Teacher Lin stood at the door with his arms folded, frowning: “Going out of trouble again, have you warmed up?”

The oldest girl is Song Xin, and he talks like an adult: “Practice well, Jiang Shen is really soft, what do you want him to do?”

Jiang Shen was very nervous when he mentioned his name. He stood upright and did not dare to move. Teacher Lin smiled and thought, “If there are boys, we can dance “Sleeping Beauty” and “Erquan Yingyue” Now.”

Jiang Shen: “…” He didn’t know the two at all, but nobody seemed to care about him. The girls spontaneously stood in a row by the bar in front of the dancing mirror. Song Xin called him: “Come here, Jiang deep.”

Jiang Shen had to stand behind her. Teacher Lin played music and beat the rhythm with a tempo: “12 Raise your hand! Take a deep breath! Abdomen! Use your feet hard, straighten and bend down.”

Jiang Shen didn’t dare to open it up a bit. Following Song Xin’s movements, he did the same with the gourd. Teacher Lin walked to his side and pressed his palm to his waist: “Straighten, don’t lower your neck.”

Jiang Shen did as he did, daring to stop with his toes stretched halfway.

Teacher Lin looked up at him: “Can you hold on?”

Jiang Shen nodded vigorously: “Yes.”

Teacher Lin laughed: “It’s so good.”

In fact, there are only more than 2 hours in a class. After dancing, Wu Jiangshen can not occupy the dance room to continue practicing. The first is that he dare not.

The girl changed clothes for a long time, and he took advantage of this minute and second to practice what he learned today. Teacher Lin changed clothes and came in and saw Jiang Shen lying on the ground, his legs shaking and remembering things vertically.

Teacher Lin came up and asked, “What do you write?”

Jiang Shen thought that the Tibetan book was too late. He stood up and blushed a little: “That “Two Springs” and “Sleeping Beauty”…”

Teacher Lin understood: “I will bring a computer tomorrow, how about showing you?”

Jiang Shen’s eyes were bright and bright: “Really?”

Teacher Lin could not laugh or cry: “Of course it is true.”

Song Xin, who changed clothes, happened to come in and saw that Jiang Shen was still there, and said with pleasure: “Want to clean with me?”

Of course Jiang Shen couldn’t help it. He looked at the time, quickly changed his clothes, and went to the storage room to get a mop broom. While carrying a bucket through the corridor, the boxing stadium opposite opened the door suddenly and came out alone.

Bai Jin’s sweat, probably because he had just taken off his headgear, was covered with sticky hair with uneven layers. His gloves were not picked. As soon as he looked up, he saw Jiang Shen.

Bai Jinyi: “…”

Jiang Shen shrank back and summoned the courage to say hello: “You, hello.”

Bai Jin frowned: “Who are you?”

Jiang Shen honestly said: “I learned to dance next door.”

Bai Jin raised black and thick eyebrows: “Little Swan?”

Jiang Shen blinked.

Bai Jinyi: “Swans still have males?”

Jiang Shen didn’t know how to answer this question. He carried the bucket in his hands and stared at him in anger.

A voice came from the boxing hall: “Yo, who is the second generation of Bai talking to?”

Bai Jinyi’s expression cooled down, he turned around, the whole person blocked Jiang Shen, and his voice mocked: “Want to fight again?” ?”

Of course, Jiang Shen didn’t want to cause trouble. He carried a bow on his back and ran away with the water in a murky way. After Bai Jinyi was completely invisible, he tangled up again and just forgot to say thank you.

“What are you doing?” Song Xin looked at him with a rag. “Who met you?”

Jiang Shen thought for a while or said: “I met someone from the boxing gym.”

Song Xin wondered: “Which one”

Jiang Shen gestured his height: “It’s almost as tall as me, scream, Bai, Bai 2nd generation?”

Song Xin dragged his long voice, “Oh,” he said, “Bai Jinyi, he is from a foreign language school. That is what we said is particularly fierce, and he is staring. Is his eyebrows particularly thick?”

Jiang Shen subconsciously touched his eyebrows.

“I don’t care about seeing him in the future.” Song Xin raised his chin proudly. “We are all fairies, do you understand?”

Jiang Shen caught up with the last train at night. He wore dancing shoes around his neck. He was tired and didn’t want to move. He sat all the way to the countryside where he almost fell asleep. The driver master woke him up before Jiang Shen rubbed it. Swallowed the car slowly with eyes.

The small bookstore in the town was still open, and Jiang Shen jumped in along the shadow of the street lamp. The old man smoked a cigarette and looked up at him: “Come back?”

Jiang Shen took off the dance shoes hanging around his neck: “Come back, Grandpa, do you know “Erquan Yingyue” and “Sleeping Beauty”?”

“What?” The old man’s eyes widened. “A blind man, A Bing, is a fairy tale. Why are you asking this?”

Jiang Shen: “No, the one who dances.”

The old man sighed: “What a mess.” He complained, paused, and said, “You wait.”

Jiang Shen obediently waited outside.

The old man went in and turned over the boxes and looked for a long time, and came out with a “Chinese Ballet Opera Daquan” in his hand.

“You want to see it from me?” the old man asked.

Jiang Shen was a little embarrassed: “I haven’t eaten yet…”

The old man urged him: “Come back after dinner, I will keep it for you.”

Jiang Shen took a breath and moved: “Grandpa, you are so good! Grandpa, I’ll wait for you to beat me!”

The old man knocked on his cigarette rod and said angrily: “Get off your little eight bastard! I almost didn’t get limped by you before!”

Tan Lingling had already cooked her dinner and was waiting for her son. Jiang Shen shouted to wash his hands as soon as he got home. Jiang Luoshan had already gone to the table and tossed peanuts to Tony in front of the courtyard.

The pheasant was delighted to eat, up and down, spreading his wings, and the colorful tail flicked like Yangge. Tan Lingling saw Dole: “You see our chickens have a talent for dancing.”

Jiang Luoshan couldn’t help but attack his daughter-in-law: “Where and where? Where does the chicken dance?”

Tan Lingling rolled her eyes: “No culture, blind use of idioms.”

Jiang Shen thought about the book, and he couldn’t wait to pour it directly into his mouth when eating. Tan Lingling couldn’t help it: “Why do you slow down?”

Jiang Shen stuffed his mouth and said indistinctly: “Go to the Su (Book) shop and watch Su (Book).”

Jiang Luoshan frowned: “Don’t you say you don’t read the villain’s book? How can you go back?”

Jiang Shen finally swallowed the meal: “It’s not a villain’s book, it’s dancing.”

Tan Lingling: “What did you practice today? Is it difficult?”

“It’s not difficult.” Jiang Shen put down the bowl and wanted to leave as soon as he wiped his mouth. “I’m gone.”

The dog hair was found before running out of the yard.

“Where are you going?” I don’t know what trend the dog’s hair has been affected recently. She refused to cut her hair. Now Liu Haier is covering her eyes, and she can hardly recognize it at night. “What about chicken?”

Jiang Shen pointed to the courtyard and shouted, “Tony!”

The pheasant lifted his neck “sigh” and let out a snorting sound.

The dog hair was startled: “What are you shouting?! I confirmed that it was there and didn’t let you call it out!”

Jiang Shen: “It doesn’t peck people now, but it’s good, let it hug.”

The dog fur snorted: “You are sick and like a chicken.”

Jiang Shen was too lazy to quarrel with him, afraid that the old man would not wait for him when he was late, but the dog hair could not go with him, so he patiently asked, “Why are you here?”

Gou Mao finally seemed to remember the business, and after throwing Liu Haier, he finally showed his eyes: “Go to the movies?”

Of course Jiang Shen was not happy: “How about Qinglingzi?”

Gou Mao snorted: “He was abducted by Shu Bao.” After that, he seemed to be feeling calm, and resented, “Shu Bao called her girl before, but now it hurts so much.”

Jiang Shen saw him in this posture and thought tonight that he was destined to leave, so he had no choice but to say: “I’m going to the bookstore, will you come?”

Gou Mao stretched his arms around his shoulders, the oil cavity slipped and said: “Come on! Brother hurts you so much!”

Jiang Shen: “…”

The old man left a lamp at the door curtain. When Jiang Shen came, he was ready to get up and turn on the lamp inside. As a result, he saw dog hair behind him and his face pulled down.

The dog’s fur is quite thick: “Grandpa is good.”

“Well, you’re a ghost!” The old man took the waste newspaper and threw him, “You talk about you! How many books do you owe me? What about books?”

The dog hair blocked her head and wore pity: “You don’t know my mother’s temper!”

The old man was blowing his beard angrily: “Miao Hua’er still has to call me Uncle!”

“Yes!” Dog hair perfunctory, “You teach her for me?”

The old man took a sip: “Not filial son!”

The dog hair only squeezed into the store when he was deaf, he also loved to read comics, and got into the inside when he was short.

The old man’s chest is full of breath. Jiang Shen is really afraid of making a pond fish. He first lifts his sleeves for the strong and prepares to give him a leg. The old man is happy *Shielded keywords*: “You are sent by God Suck me, right?”

Jiang Shen’s pitiful cry: “No…”

The old man threw the book to him: “Go away and read!”

Jiang Shenli took the book immediately and ran to the side.

Old man: “…”

Fearing that the dog hair would suddenly come out and find that he was reading a dance book, Jiang Shen deliberately pulled another comic pad underneath, and the book was covered with books, and the surface was still invisible. After confirming several times that the dog hair didn’t have time to manage himself for a while, Jiang Shen was assured that he really turned up.

Not knowing how long it took, the old man looked back at the child.

Jiang Shen was fascinated by it, and I didn’t know what to see. He sniffed his nose while turning the page, and his eyes turned red.

The old man held his glasses, smiled silently, and dialed the lamp in the corner of the wall with minimal movement.

The dim light shone on Jiang Shen’s half of his face, and his eyelashes were reflected in a clean reflection on the book.