Chapter 62

The days of learning dance in Qinglan Garden passed quickly. Xiao Jinchuan divided the four people into two groups according to their strengths. Eric and Lu Yan learned the brisk and vigorous dance style, while Xiao Ziyu and Wen Ci learned the soft and soft dance style.

The movements of the fitness dance were sharp, handsome, vigorous and strong, which soon aroused Eric's interest: "I know what final assignment I will hand in. I want to combine Chinese fitness dance with krump."

"You're not afraid that I'll plagiarize your idea if you shout it out now." Lu Yan joked.

"You can't learn it," Eric shook his hair proudly, "Only people like me with half-half blood can create a feeling of combining Chinese and Western elements."

"Come on," Lu Yan said disdainfully, "Anyway, there will be professional teachers and audiences rating your results, so don't let me outshine you."

Xiao Jinchuan tapped his palms with the handle of his fan to separate the two people who were arguing with each other. He was confident in Xiao Ziyu's skills and turned to check on Wen Ci, who was not very talkative.

Wen Ci's classical dance foundation was not bad, but for some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable when dancing. Xiao Jinchuan advised: "Skills and abilities are dead, but people are alive. Don't be bound by the existing framework."

Wen Ci stopped, dancing several times but still not satisfying, feeling a little frustrated: "I'm sorry, teacher."

Wen Ci instructed his movements and placed the tail of the fan against his waist, "Fold a little more here, and keep your upper body steady."

Wen Ci's face changed, as if he was poked in a sore spot. He endured the pain and did the movements well, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

Xiao Jinchuan then said, "You shouldn't say sorry to me. Think about the original intention of learning classical dance. You can't accomplish anything just by passion, but without passion, you don't even have the motivation to start."

Wen Ci was a little ashamed: "I don't have any talent."

“Lack of talent doesn’t mean you can’t do well,” Xiao Jinchuan said. “As long as you are eager to perform, everything is possible.”

Wen Ci was stunned for a while, then got up and continued practicing. He lowered his head, tears falling on the mat, leaving small round spots. He was refutating someone, "It's too late."

One week after the recording started, the program team announced the increase in internal data. The number of views in Xiao Ziyu's personal live broadcast room was far ahead of the other four, and the number of fans on Weibo also increased rapidly. Active fans have the strongest fighting power and have been calling for benefits for the 800,000 fans.

"Brother Xiao, why don't you give them some fan benefits someday?" Luo Li smiled as he looked at the data. "I feel like a million-dollar annual salary is calling me."

"What are the fan benefits?" Xiao Ziyu asked.

"It's like a reward. When you reach a certain number of fans, you'll get extra materials," Luo Li said. "You can even just do a live broadcast and chat."

Xiao Ziyu has been choreographing recently, so he agreed first, but didn’t specify the exact date: “I haven’t tried live streaming yet, so I still need to prepare.”

"Don't worry," Luo Li waved his hand and said, "Your final assignments need to be graded by the audience, so you should finish the current recording first."

In order to increase the program's appeal and audience participation, their choreography assignments will be submitted directly to the program team without even going through Xiao Jinchuan's hands. They will then be announced on the platform and the audience will participate in scoring them.

The four guests have different dancing skills, and the audience is not an expert in classical dance, so the scoring system is basically for fun, and there will be no substantial rewards or punishments.

Even so, Xiao Ziyu still made full preparations, not for the show, but because he wanted to give himself an explanation.

The ambitions that could not be fulfilled in the previous life and the aspirations that have not yet been realized in this life are described in a way that first praises and then criticizes, telling the story of his two lives. On the full moon day, what he danced in front of Wen Ci was only a small part. The true feelings that were difficult to express and the love that he was too embarrassed to speak out were also a highlight of it.

He said that this was a gift for Yuan Heng, and he wanted to use this method to implicitly express the years and history he had experienced, as well as the secret and complex emotions in the past two lives.

If Yuan Heng cannot recover his memory, he will regard it as a farewell to the past and wait and see what the future holds; if Yuan Heng recovers his memory later, he will regard it as a statement and let go of any grudges and entanglements, and he also wants to take a step closer to the other party.

"The Moon Over the Long Bridge" has a total of 80 parts, but the story Xiao Ziyu wanted to express was not that simple. He could not always get a satisfactory result after recording it, and kept deleting, revising, and polishing it until the last day. Even Xiao Jinchuan couldn't stand it anymore and asked him if he was under too much pressure.

There is pressure, but it is not so great that there is no way to absorb it. Xiao Ziyu said carefully: "I want to do it perfectly."

Xiao Jinchuan did not interfere much. After giving him some instructions, he asked the kitchen to secretly add extra food to his meal, such as hand-shredded chicken, glutinous rice lotus root, and fried white onion, feeding him in various ways.

On the night when the deadline came, Xiao Ziyu submitted his work and went back to the town to sleep at night before catching a flight back to Yunjing the next morning to attend the eighth anniversary of Yuantai Culture.

It was the tenth day of recording the program. We were exposed to the camera for more than twelve hours a day and our nerves were always tense. We finally had two days of vacation and everyone was discussing where to go for fun.

"Lu Yan and I are going to hang out in town. It's not easy to be recognized here," Eric said lazily. "Let's chill a little, get a massage, and go shopping. Filming a reality show is much more tiring than filming a movie."

Lu Yan took away his hand from his shoulder with some disdain: "Don't talk like a gay."

"What's wrong with being gay?" Eric looked him over blatantly. "With a figure like yours, you'd be popular even in Moscow."

Although it was unpleasant to hear, it was at least a compliment. Lu Yan said lightly, "Thank you. I know I'm very strong."

Eric looked at him in surprise: "You want to be the No. 1 for Maozi? No, no, no, I think there is something wrong with your self-perception."

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, then reacted and got angry: "Go to hell, there's something wrong with you, I knew you, a fake foreigner, couldn't say anything nice!"

The two of them rolled aside after fighting and playing, and Xiao Ziyu looked at Wen Ci who had not said much: "Are you planning to go out these two days?"

"Hmm?" Wen Ci was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses. His eyes wandered and he smiled perfunctorily: "I still have work to do. I have to go back to record two announcements."

Xiao Ziyu observed the other party's condition: "Don't you want to take a break?"

"The company has already made all the arrangements," Wen Ci sighed, "I personally can't decide."

Wen Ci's company seemed to keep a close eye on him. Although they never interfered with the daily shooting progress, his agent and assistant always stayed by his side after each recording session. Even Wen Ci's social media accounts were managed by the company.

Xiao Ziyu had no intention of snooping, so he packed his luggage and went back to town to stay for one night, then set out on his return journey early the next morning.

The plane took off against the morning glow, and he finished his breakfast while watching the sunrise. The flight attendant came over with a cart and asked what kind of fruit he needed. Xiao Ziyu felt that this scene was somewhat familiar and asked for a box of cream strawberries.

The cream strawberries were cloyingly sweet, and didn't seem as delicious as last time. Xiao Ziyu recalled that it might be because he had eaten lemon without any filling that time, and it made his teeth feel sour, so he found the strawberries sweet and delicious.

Yuan Heng handed him the strawberry, but in his impression Yuan Heng didn't like sweet things. Xiao Ziyu suddenly realized something, but was afraid of being too sentimental, so he quickly put one in his mouth to suppress the thought. The strawberry was so sweet that he wanted to blow bubbles.

The golden color of the clouds faded and turned into large patches of white. It was now early August, and five months had passed since he came to modern society. Xiao Ziyu secretly scored himself on his performance and felt that he had adapted well.

The sunlight stung his eyelids, he closed his eyes and thought carefully. In less than half a year, he left the Meng family, signed a contract with the company, had the opportunity to step out from behind the scenes, and received his first business job. In each of his memories, there was a tall and straight figure.

Xiao Ziyu fell asleep while thinking. In his mind, Yuan Heng was divided into two, one in a dragon robe and long hair, and the other in a suit and neat short hair. After several changes, the two merged into one, and behind them was an unsolvable mystery.

Xiao Ziyu was awakened by a creaking sound beneath his body. It turned out that the plane had landed and was taxiing on the runway. The past events in the dream faded away, and he forced his mind to calm down. He might never know what the Crown Prince Yuan Heng had experienced in his previous life, but he let it go. Yuan Heng did not hurt the people he cared about most, and Xiao Jinchuan was doing well in this life. He was already satisfied enough.

At worst, he could try his luck at Qingyun Temple. Xiao Ziyu felt relieved. The obsession that made him ashamed to live in his previous life finally dissipated slowly in the truth.

The anniversary celebration started in the evening. Xiao Ziyu went back to Blue Sea first. Yuan Heng went out to work. He took a shower and let himself lie on the bed. The sapphire necklace slipped out from his collar, against his porcelain white skin.

During the time he was away, an aunt had been cleaning the room, ventilating it every day, and even the bedding was dried soft in the sun. Anyway, no one saw him, so Xiao Ziyu rolled around on the bed a few times without caring about his image, letting his long hair spread out. Finally, he hugged the quilt tightly and buried his face in it.

He couldn't deceive himself. Attending the anniversary celebration was fake, and wanting to meet Yuan Heng was the real reason.

However, he had been back for so long that he had been seen by the private butler, photographed by the smart cat's eye, and played music on the speakers using Yuan Heng's account. There was no reason for Yuan Heng not to contact him.

At the same time, Yuan Heng was in the office, listening to Qi Huai's arrangements for the anniversary celebration in the afternoon, and the corners of his straight lips couldn't help but curl up.

The advantage of smart home is the Internet of Things. No matter what you do, there will always be traces left. The bathtub was drained, the speakers played the guqin version of "Long Bridge Moon" three times, and the air conditioner was turned on to 26 degrees. He turned off the record, and new message popped up. The apartment housekeeper assistant reminded him that a plate of minced meat and braised kale had just been ordered for his apartment.

Yuan Heng didn't even need to put up the surveillance camera, the images were already playing automatically in his mind. After Xiao Ziyu got home, he took a shower first, dried his hair, and lay down on the bed, turning on the air conditioner and listening to music. After listening for a while, he probably felt that he was being too self-indulgent, so he got up and ordered a meal. While eating, he was thinking about what kind of makeup to wear in the afternoon to attend the anniversary celebration.

Xiao Ziyu decided to keep his makeup simple.

He picked up a piece of Chinese kale with chopsticks and thought, he was not the protagonist of the anniversary celebration, and it would be easy to overdo it with formal makeup and attract unnecessary attention, so he just needed to do some simple decoration.

After waking up from his nap, Luo Li went to Lanhai to pick him up and asked in surprise, "Brother Xiao, why don't you dress up?"

He then noticed that the other person had changed into a suit. The freshly graduated college student suddenly looked several years more mature. "Is it so formal?"

"This is a good opportunity to meet Mr. Yuan. You can also watch those artists compete with each other in beauty later," Luo Li said, "but Brother Xiao, you are really not suitable for those exaggerated makeups. It would be better if you do your hair and trim your eyebrows."

The anniversary celebration was held in the top-floor banquet hall of Yuantai Culture. Most of Yuantai's contracted artists, whether famous or not, those running errands or filming movies, came back. There were BMWs driving downstairs of the company, and just as Luo Li had said, all of them were exquisite and beautiful faces.

Xiao Ziyu boasted that he had seen many beauties, but he was still dazzled. The car stopped downstairs of Yuantai Building. Although this anniversary celebration was not open to the public, fans and media still came and blocked the outside of the company.

Xiao Ziyu was previously filming a reality show in another place and kept his itinerary secret, so most of his fans didn't know he was back. When getting off the car, there was a scream not far away. Luo Li pouted at him and said, "Look at that, our company's current top star, Yan Chu."

Xiao Ziyu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a round-faced boy with slightly curly hair, surrounded by his agent and assistants, greeting the fans outside.

"Sweet idols are popular now, and this sweet idol style is particularly popular," Luo Li said, "Yan Chu debuted as the center this year. Yuantai signed him after his debut, and he has been number one on the company's popularity list for the past six months."

Luo Li estimated: "I think your popularity will not be worse than his after "The Jade Case" is broadcast."

The company regularly evaluates the development of its artists. Xiao Ziyu has served as a benchmark several times, but after analysis, everyone felt that his growth path was the most difficult to replicate. It required too high a foundation and temperament, and it is not easy to emulate in an era when celebrities are gradually being labeled.

The two took the elevator upstairs. The corridor on the top floor was filled with various flower baskets, all of which were given by friends in the industry. Xiao Ziyu looked all the way and actually saw one from Zhou Qilin.

The artists and guests had almost arrived. The host was warming up the audience on the stage. The actors and idols were huddled together, with shiny leather shoes and beautiful skirts. It was even more lively than the previous anniversary celebration of Chaoyang Culture.

Xiao Ziyu signed the contract late and was not very familiar with his colleagues in the company. He brought a glass of red wine and studied what flowers Zhou Qilin had sent him.

Someone was sharp-eyed and shouted, "Here comes Mr. Yuan!"

The whole place was boiling with excitement and everyone was applauding. Xiao Ziyu raised his head a little late and saw Yuan Heng turning from the end of the corridor with his secretary following behind him. He actually felt a little strange.

Yuan Heng approached, also feeling itchy. I didn't expect Xiao Ziyu to be so patient. He was so straightforward when he promised to come back, but after he came back he didn't send him a single message. There were beauties and champagne in the banquet hall, but this man did not socialize and just stared at the flower basket for a long time.

Yuan Heng stopped and looked at the origin of the flower basket. His face darkened and he lowered his voice and said sarcastically: "What's so good about studying a basket of broken flowers?"

Xiao Ziyu's face was calm: "Mr. Yuan, you are here. Should I give way?"

Yuan Heng gnashed his teeth and said, "You came back without even saying hello. Who is more arrogant, you or me?"

Xiao Ziyu answered the previous question: "Mr. Zhou's flowers are not special. They must have been ordered casually."

Except for Qi Huai who remained calm, the guest artists around him all stretched their necks, trying to hear clearly what they were saying.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yuan Heng finally distanced himself from the two of them and raised his voice to make up for today's greetings: "Thank you for your hard work on the shoot, welcome back."