"He is a farmer who works hard in the fields..."
Unlike the respect given to artists in other places, it was not until this moment that Su Niannian understood what Xue Weidong meant about the local customs. Even with their identity as a member of the art troupe, they did not receive much preferential treatment in the commune.
In order to have a win or loss with Gao Shanyue this time, Su Niannian deliberately chose Zhumu County. This is an area that the other party has never set foot on. It is too far and too remote, and even the dance style is very different. She consulted a lot of information before finding Teacher Song Xi, who had worked in the Gang City Art Troupe. There was an interview about her in the daily newspaper. She is from Qingliu Township, Zhumu County.
She is best at solo dance, a form of dance with a strong personal performance style, combined with hand drums, incorporating difficult techniques and everyday movements. Similarly, she is the first artistic associator who can evoke taste perception through visual perception. Su Niannian wants to learn from such a person with a pious attitude. Regardless of whether the commune can help or not, she will try her best to find the other person.
After leaving the commune, they quickly went to Qingliu Township and divided into three groups to look for Song Xi's whereabouts. When Xue Weidong said that he had found the person, everyone's face was filled with joy and they naturally ignored the strangeness on his face.
Su Niannian never dreamed that Song Xi was sleeping in the cowshed, next to a smelly dung bucket. She seemed to be unaware of it and just slept peacefully, covered with a blanket so dirty that the color could not be seen.
Su Niannian was stunned and asked tentatively: "Excuse me...is this Teacher Song Xi?"
The middle-aged woman sleeping in the cowshed stiffened, then sat up, her eyes falling on the young man standing not far away. Without saying a word, she stood up and picked up the dung bucket and prepared to leave. She was clearly limping, and she didn't look like a dancer at all, or even a normal person. She looked like one of the crazy women who had been stimulated in the village.
Su Niannian wanted to ask more, but Jiang Xiaofei grabbed her hand, covered her nose with her other hand, and said in a muffled voice: "Xue Weidong must have found the wrong person. How could she be Teacher Song Xi?! She was once the goddess of the art troupe..."
She pulled Su Niannian up and was about to leave, but a loud laugh like a broken gong suddenly sounded behind her.
"I'm not Song Xi, are you?!"
Su Niannian's eyes lit up in an instant. She was about to ask more questions, but the woman walked away with the dung bucket on her shoulder, not bothering to pay attention to them at all. Jiang Xiaofei didn't think that such a person could perform a stunning dance. She even suspected that Su Niannian had gone in the wrong direction.
Unlike her coldness, Su Niannian and Shen Luo followed Song Xi to work enthusiastically, watered the vegetables for her, and took the dung bucket to the river to wash it for her. Jiang Xiaofei, on the other hand, stood far away with Xue Weidong with a cold face and an indifferent attitude.
After a busy day, Su Niannian finally explained her purpose until the sun set.
"Teacher Song Xi, I read an article about you in the daily newspaper about the combination of dance and hand drums. I would like to ask you for advice..."
"Do you think I look like I can dance?!" Song Xi pulled up her trouser legs without any hesitation, revealing the swollen and deformed wound on her ankle. There was no light in her eyes, and she seemed to hold malice towards everyone and everything. Even Su Niannian and others who came to help failed to gain her favor.
Seeing Shen Luo retreating in fear of the wound on her body, the woman's eyes flashed with malice, and she stirred the dung ladle vigorously and said: "My legs were broken alive by someone, do you dare to try to dance?! There will never be such a grand occasion with thousands of people emptying the streets again. For people like us at the bottom, living is the most important thing. Dancing and performing are all illusions. I will never dance again in my life..."
"Teacher Song..."
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?! I said I won’t jump! I won’t jump! Or do you want to kill me—!”
Song Xi's expression suddenly became ferocious. She raised the dung scoop and roared hysterically, as if Su Niannian's words evoked bad memories in her heart. Even Chen Luo was frightened and took two or three steps back. Jiang Xiaofei and Xue Weidong ran towards this place. Jiang Xiaofei had no good feelings towards this middle-aged woman whose hair was gradually turning gray.
"Let's go, she's not the only one who can dance."
Only Su Niannian, who had broken her leg, could empathize with that kind of hysterical pain. What Song Xi dared not face was not dance, but the dazzling self he once was. Their existence was to uncover this scar for each other. For those who like dance, even if they have disabled legs, that kind of love cannot be changed overnight.
Su Niannian could understand the struggle in Song Xi's eyes. The most painful thing for her was that she was in this poor and backward village, surrounded by only abuse and ridicule. No one could understand her dedication and greatness. She shook off Jiang Xiaofei's hand and said to them, "You leave first. I have something to say to Teacher Song."
“Nian Nian…”
"leave--!"
When Su Niannian's face really darkened, she looked a bit like Gu Zhiye. No one dared to refute her. When the surroundings fell into silence again, Su Niannian looked at the river in the distance and whispered, "There was a moment when I thought I had no fate with dance. The despair I felt at that moment was a kind of despair that even my family didn't understand. But that was an accident, not my own decision to give up.
Every dancer standing on the stage hopes to shine under the spotlight for the rest of their lives. I used to think so too, until I joined a choreography team and watched the team members travel all over the country, resurrecting and promoting those gradually forgotten dances. It seemed to be something more sacred than dancing. What we can’t do, there are always others who can do it. I would like to call it rebirth. "
Song Xi's hands trembled slightly, and even her eyes were filled with tears. However, her hatred for the evil of human nature could not be dispelled by Su Niannian's words. Seeing this, she glanced at Su Niannian and said in a low voice, "You really want to be my student?!"
Su Niannian's expression said it all.
Unexpectedly, Song Xi threw the dung scoop in her hand into the river. She said coldly, "If you can pick this thing up, I will promise to teach you."
"..."
The dung bucket had just been cleaned in the river water. This was no less than a challenge for Su Niannian. She took a deep breath and took a small step forward when she heard a "plop". A figure jumped into the river faster than her and swam quickly towards the dung bucket that was gradually sinking to the bottom...
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