After leaving the stage, Ji Peiwen went to the restroom and came straight to Fang Zhi, her face showing undisguised amazement.
"Zhizhi, listen to me!" She excitedly wrapped her arms around Fang Zhi's arm, her voice brimming with excitement, "On my way back, I saw a Chinese man wearing glasses who was so handsome! He exuded an aura of refined scoundrel elite!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhi's heart suddenly stopped.
At that moment, her intuition told her with certainty that the man Ji Peiwen had met was Qi Shen.
“Peiwen.” Fang Zhi grasped the woman’s wrist, his soft, melodious voice carrying a hint of unreadable emotion. “Could you describe his appearance in detail?”
"Oh, so our innocent little flower is interested in handsome guys too!" Ji Peiwen said with a teasing smile. She paused, thinking about the man's face she had just seen, and then counted on her fingers, "Gold-rimmed glasses, about 185 cm tall, very fair-skinned, almost as tall as you..."
Do you know which direction he went?
"Over there, really? Are you going to go after them to see?"
Fang Zhi gave a brief "hmm" and then followed the direction the woman pointed all the way to the theater exit.
The wind tossed her long hair, strands clinging messily to her exquisitely beautiful face. Fang Zhi stood on the steps, gazing at the foreign faces passing by on the bustling street, but the figure she had expected was nowhere to be seen, and a sense of melancholy crept into her expression.
It turns out that the glance on the banks of the Danube, and the feeling that someone was watching her from the shadows, were not illusions.
He was right beside her; he came to watch her perform. All of the man's actions were a way of showing that he wouldn't interfere with her dreams.
But she couldn't be sure if her brother's thoughts had really changed. Having come this far, she couldn't be soft-hearted.
What if he changes his mind if I take the initiative to meet him?
Fang Zhi raised her hand to gather her long hair and tuck it behind her ear. She stood there for a while, letting the wind blow on her, until she calmed down before leaving.
-
Back in China, Qi Shen's life became a routine of going to work, coming home, and drinking with Fu Shaosi.
Tingshui Cuiguan.
The manager and bodyguards stood in a row listening to their boss's reprimand. Fu Shaosi, rubbing his still nauseous chest, said weakly, "From now on, if you see someone surnamed Qi coming in, just kick him out. Next time, whoever lets him in, one of you will have to drink with him."
Speak of the devil and he appears.
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Shen had already pushed open the door to the private room and stood behind the man. He spoke calmly:
"I'm already inside."
Damn it!
Fu Shaosi's alluring peach blossom eyes twitched.
He took a deep breath, turned around, stared into the man's deep, narrow eyes, and said, word by word:
"Get away from me, I'm not drinking today!"
"Why not make money?" Qi Shen looked at him calmly, his handsome and refined face showing little emotion.
"Pah!" Fu Shaosi shouted, "You have the nerve to say that? I earn other people's money, I don't need to drink, but I earn your money for drinks, and I have to drink with you like a prostitute. Do you really think I need your few coins?"
He usually drinks to relax, but ever since his beloved woman left, he's been coming to him for drinks every day.
Having lived for almost thirty years, this dog basket has given me the feeling of clocking in for work, but it's the first time I've ever had someone make me feel like I'm going to work. It also gives me the illusion that I'm destined to make money but not to spend it.
Qi Shen remained unmoved by Fu Shaosi's accusations, maintaining his usual cold and indifferent demeanor.
Fu Shaosi was furious at his half-dead expression. "If you really can't let go, then change your bad habits and win her back." He bluntly stated from an outsider's perspective, "Are you acting out a love movie with me? Or do you really think you're a saint? Letting someone go isn't like it's a matter of life and death, never to see each other again. What? If you're really going to be a good person, then you might as well start preparing a candidate for her sister's future husband. After all, she's shared a bed with you for several years, aren't you going to make arrangements for her future?"
Upon hearing the words "future husband," the man's eyes darkened, and a crack appeared on his usually expressionless face. He glanced at Fu Shaosi with a lukewarm look, then left without a word.
On the way back, the man gripped his phone tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white. He stared at the screen for a long time before finally sending the text message.
[I'm sorry, Zhizhi. I was so presumptuous before and ignored your feelings. I've thought a lot since you left, but I just can't accept living the rest of my life without you. Give me some time and a chance, wait for me. I'm willing to change everything you don't like.]
After sending the message, Qi Shen closed his eyes briefly.
The thought of Fu Shaosi's words made his chest feel blocked, suffocating him and making it hard to breathe.
"Zhizhi." The man repeated the two words in a low, hoarse voice. He couldn't bear to see other people around her.
When Fang Zhi received the news, it felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart, and before she even realized it, her delicate lips had unconsciously curled up slightly.
Just as she was considering whether to reply to him, Anuo's voice suddenly rang in her ears, conveying the lessons she had been taught.
"He will definitely regret it, but when he comes to you for forgiveness, don't agree to it easily, because it's easy to give people the wrong impression that it's his due. So don't look at what he says, but look at what he does in the future."
Fang Zhi pursed her lips and finally chose to put down her phone.
-
Rehearsals at the National Theatre were frequent and intensive, and Fang Zhi was completely immersed in her work, leaving her no extra energy for anything else. Here, no one can rise to the top solely based on talent, because there are talented people everywhere; only through redoubled effort and sweat can one achieve success.
Fang Zhi spent three years making a significant mark on the dance world. In a world-class dance competition, she amazed everyone with her "Rainbow Feather Dance," allowing people from all over the world to witness a dance that is rich in Chinese culture and breathtakingly beautiful.
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