That evening, Yan Xianjue changed into a formal suit to attend Yan Wan's farewell performance.
Pinned on his chest was a lake blue brooch given to him by Yan Wan.
He walked down the exclusive passage next to him and said to Yan Yian, who was also dressed in a suit, "There are so many people. If my eldest sister hadn't given me family tickets, I definitely wouldn't have been able to get one."
Yan Yian was a little speechless, but felt he had to say something. After a long while, he managed to utter, "...Don't talk like you've already snatched the tickets."
Yan Xianjue was choked again.
What you said seems to make sense, brother.
He has never bought a ticket in this life, and he didn't have the money to buy a ticket in his previous life.
After sitting down in the seat for family tickets given by Yan Wan, Yan Xianjue remembered to check what the performance was for tonight.
It's not his fault that he doesn't pay attention, it's just that he is not interested in these artistic things.
It was because Yan Wan often performed that he had a better understanding of ballet.
Then he was surprised to find: "Huh?"
“Isn’t it actually a classical solo dance?”
He clearly remembered that his eldest sister seemed to have mentioned that she would focus more on classical ballet.
"Swan Lake is also a classical ballet," Yan Yian reminded.
Yan Xianjue: “…”
This touched upon his blind spot in knowledge, but his focus was on the solo dance, and it was obvious that the eldest brother did not understand what he meant!
Yan Yian thought the ballet was quite good, and before the performance even started, he casually explained to Yan Xianjue: "Swan Lake is a performance in which one person plays both the white swan and the black swan."
"But on today's list of leading actors, there is a name listed alongside your eldest sister."
"It should be one black and one white."
Yan Xianjue grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Isn't this Big Sister's farewell performance? Why does she want others to join her?"
If this were to happen in a TV series, wouldn't it just be about dividing the protagonist's roles?
Yan Yian glanced at him and stopped explaining.
The ballet is about to begin, so I'll leave this question to Yan Wan after her performance is over.
At this time, a man sitting next to them spoke excitedly: "Are you brothers?"
Maybe he felt that his words were a bit abrupt.
He added a self-introduction: "I am Mary's brother, and Mary plays the role of Black Swan."
"I just heard you discussing Yan and Mary playing the roles of the black and white swans."
Yan Yian simply nodded, and the other party continued to explain: "This is the handover between the new and old principals of the dance troupe in the ballet."
Yan Xianjue suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."
He gave a thumbs up and said, "You speak Chinese very well. Yan Wan is my elder sister."
Mary's brother seemed really proud of this, and proudly introduced that he had taken Chinese as an elective in college and that his spoken English was the best in the class.
Yan Xianjue gradually put on a mask of pain.
He felt that this guy was as talkative as Zhou Ye's second uncle.
[He's not using me to practice Chinese conversation, is he?! What a scheming foreign friend!]
He looked at Yan Yian, who had been silent from the beginning.
[I always feel like I’ve been tricked by my big brother again! ]
Yan Xianjue's gaze was too pointed, so Yan Yian coughed lightly and reminded him in English: "The performance is about to begin."
Mary's brother then shut up awkwardly.
He was in a position where he could see the two brothers performing identical movements.
The formal suit and tie were neatly tied, which is still very common in the theater.
People who come here to watch the performances are always dressed smartly.
Crossing your legs is a common movement.
But despite the same action, the two brothers give people completely different feelings.
The one who looked older gave the impression that he was about to sign a deal worth tens of millions in a minute.
The other person's leather shoes were obviously polished to a shine, but he seemed to be lazily lying on the sofa in slippers.
Look again at the pure and noble white swan that has appeared on the stage.
Mary's brother said "Wow" in his heart, it was just as his Chinese teacher said, Oriental people are really amazing.
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The biggest difference between ballet and simple dance is that even if Yan Xianjue knows nothing about ballet, he can still feel the dramatic tension of black and white, good and evil, love and hate intertwined in the ballet performance.
Everyone was immersed in it, including Yan Xianjue.
It was not until the long curtain call ceremony that Yan Xianjue came out of that atmosphere.
She picked up the bouquet that had been ordered in advance and walked backstage with Yan Yian.
Yan Wan was talking to her companions and exchanged a warm hug with the black swan.
Someone nearby fired a celebratory salute.
Yan Xianjue walked over and gave the flowers to Yan Wan, and also exchanged a hug with her: "Big sister, you dance so well!"
Yan Wan smiled, her smile full of confidence: "I told you, I'm a professional."
"Click" Yan Yian raised his camera and took a photo of the brother and sister.
Yan Wan looked over in the direction of the voice and smiled at Yan Yian.
Then he patted Yan Xianjue's shoulder and said, "Okay, you and big brother go wait for me in the car first. I'll change my clothes and come over."
Yan Xianjue nodded obediently.
After the two men left, Mary came over and asked, "Is this your brother?"
Yan Wan nodded: "Both."
"Wow." Mary exclaimed.
She gave a thumbs up: "They are all excellent."
Yan Wan: “…Thank you.”
No matter how long she stayed abroad, she was not used to such wild speeches.
She shook her head helplessly. Westerners are really amazing.
Who knew Mary hadn't finished yet: "Honey, can I sleep with him?"
Yan Wan: “…”
Again, no matter how long she stayed abroad, she could not understand the moral principles of these Westerners.
She shook her head decisively and said firmly: "No!"
Her younger brother is still a child!
After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around and walked into the dressing room to change into her regular clothes.
She politely declined the farewell offers from other members of the dance troupe and walked to the underground parking lot with her suitcase.
When Yan Xianjue saw her from afar, he got out of the car, helped her open the trunk, and took her suitcase and put it in.
Yan Wan sat in the car, glanced at Yan Xianjue, sighed first, then shook his head.
Yan Xianjue felt a little uneasy on his back: "What's wrong, big sister?"
Yan Wan sighed again, said nothing, put his hand on the car window and looked out.
Yan Xianjue was confused by her actions.
If only he could hear Yan Wan’s thoughts at this moment.
You will find that Yan Wan is silently complaining in her heart, has her little brother grown up to be such a beacon of attraction?
Obviously, in her heart, she still thought of the other person as a 15 or 16-year-old child.
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