Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Brother Aiden's iron tree blossoms...
Xin Tong was not ready to leave.
She just wanted a change of position.
She wasn't angry at all; she thought Wu Sifeng was being childish. The ticket was originally for a seat for those with connections, so it made sense to let Wu Sifeng sit there; he'd paid for it.
It doesn't matter where she sits, since she's already here for the appointment.
The related party seats generally consist of sponsors and the family and friends of the team members.
But the sponsors were there to profit from the loss, and since Wu Sifeng was already there, anyone else would probably bother their boss' daughter. Any sensible person would excuse themselves by saying they were busy. Therefore, Xin Tong guessed that there would be a lot of empty seats in Area A.
Section A has three rows, and even the last row is very close to the stage, less than three or four meters away. You can see the stage clearly, giving you a complete VIP experience.
Xin Tong walked to the last row of Area A, which was empty.
She chose a seat at the edge of the last row.
It's quite hidden and a bit out of the way. Area A is already dark, and once the stage lights are on, it's even harder to see here.
…
With still an hour to go before the performance, the audience had already started to arrive.
The venue gradually became lively, and people gradually took their seats in Area A.
Suddenly, a woman in her thirties came over, holding the hand of a little girl. They looked like a mother and daughter. They sat next to Xin Tong.
The show has begun.
This is a very wonderful performance.
The BEGIN dance team is an undisputed champion team. The members are of different ages, genders, and styles, but they are all very strong. The opening dance was explosive and the atmosphere of the whole audience was quickly lifted.
Xin Tong had been to BEGIN before and could roughly recognize everyone.
She saw that the next performance on the stage was Mo Yu's solo.
He is the oldest member of the dance team and is from Northeast China. He was one of the first group of people to start dancing hip-hop in his hometown. Later, he followed Cheng Qi to Wucheng to join BEGIN. He has won the national championship and reached the top four of WOD once.
Amid the deafening cheers, Xin Tong noticed that the sister in her thirties on her right suddenly took out her cell phone and started recording a video.
The little girl covered her mother's ears and whispered, "That's Daddy on the stage!"
The woman responded gently, "Yes. It's Dad."
The mother and daughter were quiet and well-behaved. The little girl didn't cry or make a fuss, and her mother gently held her child in her arms. The stage lights shone brightly, the music pounded the floor, and amid the roar of the crowd, Mo Yu, at the end of his dance, wiped the sweat from his face. The man, nearly forty, raised his hands above his head and made a huge heart shape, facing his wife and daughter in the audience.
The audience started to boil over because of his move. Almost all the people present were street dance enthusiasts and they were quite familiar with the BEGIN team members. There were cheers and boos one after another.
"Lao Mo is showing off again!"
“Ah~~!!!”
"Mo Yu is awesome!"
Xin Tong stood aside and witnessed everything.
Amidst the overwhelming cheers and jeers, Xin Tong was also moved, and her heart softened. She carefully hid in the darkness while silently helping the little girl straighten her skirt.
…
The host announced that Jiang Chongyan would be the next song to perform.
Xin Tong saw him waiting to go on stage at the side of the stage.
He looks particularly handsome today.
She was not wearing a hat, her blonde hair was done with some wet hair makeup, she was wearing a white sleeveless top, and there were three black bracelets wrapped around her right wrist.
The white sleeveless top was the finishing touch. He had healthy skin, was tall, had broad shoulders, long legs, and a thin waist. Although he had a large frame, his overall figure was thin, and the muscles in his shoulders and upper arms were perfectly exposed.
Xin Tong was a former art student. Jiang Chongyan's figure perfectly suited her aesthetic. His muscles were not exaggerated, but had the kind of youthful, thin muscles that girls would appreciate. It was pleasing to the eye at first glance.
He walked in an arrogant manner, pursed his lips and walked onto the stage with no expression on his face.
It was the way he always felt.
...To be honest, this guy is so handsome today that Xin Tong is a little excited.
She transformed into Fang Tou Ming, touched her chin and admired him for a while, then couldn't help but took out her cell phone and took several photos.
As soon as Aiden came on stage, the audience burst into huge cheers.
However, when the man walked to the middle and his eyes just fell on the seats in the first row below, he suddenly stopped and his face became a little frozen.
He stood there, raised his eyes, and looked back and forth, looking at all three rows of seats in Area A from left to right several times.
Almost ten seconds passed.
The other members had already taken their respective positions for the start of the dance, but he was still standing there silently.
It was not until a member behind him sensed something was wrong and hintedly pulled him back that, when the music started, he finally lowered his eyes and walked step by step to his designated position.
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It was a group dance, performed by five male members, all around 20 years old. The original singer seemed to be from some boy band, and the audience erupted in screams as the prelude began.
——He is really too conspicuous.
When he is alone, he just looks handsome, but when he stands among several people of the same age, he seems to be on a different level.
The others were already good dancers, but his level was far superior. He had won numerous national and world championships, and his skills were unmatched. He had a great stage presence and was a natural at heart.
Xin Tong couldn't help but recall her previous impression of him—he was a man with a lot of style. Even if he wasn't in the center, just in the background, he was still very conspicuous. The whole time, she couldn't help but stare at him alone.
He simply performed the same movements better than anyone else. Precise, immersive, light, and passionate. Like his name, he was like a leaping flame. He moved effortlessly on stage, even interacting with the audience. A wave of his hand to the audience was met with a wave of screams and cheers.
The next program is his solo.
He is tall and has a large frame, which shouldn't necessarily give him an advantage in dancing. However, his dancing style is incredibly light and agile, a result of extensive physical training and long hours of practicing basic techniques.
Every movement seems effortless, and it looks easy but is actually very well controlled. When it is time to explode, the body is like an organ and weapon that can be used at will, and there is not a single ugly movement.
Unlike the previous song, which felt like an idol song, this one is more professional, reflecting the dancer's power. Xin Tong has seen street dance battles, where the action is fierce and aggressive, but he manages to create a profound sense of beauty beyond the aggression, like flowing water or leaping fire, wild yet gentle, all in one. A single light follows him on the stage, and the world can only see him.
When he dances, he uses his spirit, intuition, and sensitivity to immerse himself completely in the world of dance. He is an artist. Layers of talent and 100% hard work have shaped him into who he is. He loves all things beautiful, willing to adorn himself with sparkling things and appreciate all aesthetic sensations. This is his dance world, and it is also his ideal world of hope.
The cheers and screams from the audience almost blew the ceiling off the venue.
Xin Tong stood in the corner, watching in a trance.
——A white light flashed in her mind, and she seemed to be suddenly inspired by something.
She thought about the relationship between clothing and the human body.
She felt that everyone yearned for freedom and comfort.
The public image of a suit is formal, restrictive, and serious. It's rarely worn on a regular basis, and only on formal occasions. The etiquette is complex, and the movements are cautious, like being trapped in the shell of a proper gentleman.
But even Jiang Yuanbin, the most orthodox British suit wearer, once told her, "Clothes are for people to wear, and clothes should adapt to people."
Light and comfortable, clothes should return to people's needs.
*
Jiang Chongyan only has two programs.
When the music ended, he breathed slightly and smoothed his hair up from his forehead. Crystal beads of sweat slid down the side of his face and dripped onto the floor.
It was a perfect two-hour performance. At the final curtain call, all the dancers held hands and bowed in thanks. The audience applauded and cheered.
Xin Tong clapped softly amid the noisy crowd.
She looked at the crowd on the stage, where Jiang Chongyan was standing at the edge.
The colorful flowers above his head fell on his shoulders and hair like fireworks, the music was deafening, and the crowd was excited and jubilant. He stood there calmly and lonely, slightly tilting his head, staring at a dazzling light on the ceiling of the venue from afar.
Xin Tong stood in the dark corner, looking at him from afar.
She felt that her heart seemed to be getting agitated along with the cheers around her.
She seemed to have also recognized the allure of stage performance, the allure of dance. No wonder he had so many fans. She thought of Wu Sifeng, of Kitty, and perhaps many others who, inspired by him, began to pay attention to street dance, even taking up the genre themselves, experiencing its freedom and passion.
*
The performance of "Tonight's Storm" ended perfectly.
BEGIN All the dancers lined up and walked off the side of the stage while wiping their sweat.
It was dimly lit downstage. Cheng Qi tilted her head back and took a few sips of water. The light and shadows backstage were so blurry that she couldn't see clearly. She vaguely saw a tall man in white clothes walking in the corner in front of her, so she immediately trotted over and patted the man's shoulder while panting.
"Thank you for your hard work! Everything went well!"
The other party did not answer.
There was a smile on her face. As the owner of the studio, she was responsible for coordinating all parts of the performance and had to dance on stage herself. She was the happiest one because the night ended successfully.
The dancers around were chatting in groups of three or four, some laughing at each other's missteps, others crying out for food. Someone in the front turned and called out, "Boss! When are we going to treat you?"
"You're so greedy!" Cheng Qi scolded with a smile, "A rich woman will treat us later, just wait and see."
"Woo-hoo--" The crowd in front began to cheer, make noise and laugh.
Cheng Qi handed a few tissues to the man who had been silent next to him.
"Awesome Aiden!"
"The actual performance was even better than the rehearsal, amazing!"
"There will be a midnight snack later, would you like to eat together?"
After talking excitedly for a long time, the person didn't respond.
Cheng Qi was used to it, so he gave him the tissue and walked away.
"Brother Mo Yu, I saw your wife and your daughter!"
"Nonsense, who didn't see it?"
"Oh no, I mean, I saw it during the opening dance before you even came on stage! She didn't even record our opening dance, but she started recording the moment you came out!"
Mo Yu smiled proudly.
"Of course, she's my wife, who else should I record if not me?"
Everyone around them started to yell, "It's so boring, so boring!"
There are a total of ten people participating in this performance, including Cheng Qi.
Everyone's relatives and friends were present.
Some team members even requested three or four tickets for the "connected seats," allowing their friends and family to applaud and cheer from below, all visible from the stage. With the current popularity of candid individual recording in the entertainment industry, some family members even sat below, holding up cameras to record the entire performance.
"Hey, hey, hey, that handsome guy in black in the second row is quite handsome. Who is he?"
"Not me."
"It's not me either."
"Stupid, you can't even guess that. It's obvious that Xiaoshi is having a crush on someone!"
"Damn, no wonder Xiaoshi looks so good in her outfit today!"
"Who's that in the middle of the first row?"
"I don't know him."
"Hey, why do I remember that the middle seat in the first row was taken by Aiden from the beginning?"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember that too. Aiden never asked for tickets before, but this time, right after booking the venue, he went to get a ticket early, and he only wanted the one in the middle of the first row."
"The first row is usually reserved for the big bosses of sponsors. If Aiden hadn't asked for it, we wouldn't have been able to get this seat as a friends and family seat."
"That girl is pretty! The one with the blue dress and long curly hair."
"He doesn't look very old."
"Oh my god, Brother Aiden, the iron tree has blossomed!"
After the boy finished speaking, he immediately turned around to look for her. Sure enough, he saw the man who had been walking in the corner with his head down and not saying a word for a long time.
He leaned over with a wicked smile and bumped the man's arm in an ambiguous way.
"I thought you were going to give that middle seat to the rich young woman who came to the dance studio last time and treated us to dinner."
"What's your name? ...Oh, Sister Xintong."
Aiden suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"I have something to do."
"Leaving now."
He spat out these words expressionlessly, without even turning his head, and turned around and walked in the opposite direction with his head lowered.
The corridor was empty and deserted.
Everyone else went to the backstage lounge. He heard the faint voice of a little girl calling "Daddy" behind him. It was Mo Yu's wife and daughter coming backstage to look for him.
The sounds of laughter and chatting were like montage special effects in a movie, covered by a layer of damp and stuffy plastic bag, and separated by several rooms and walls, so they were blurry and indistinct.
He walked faster and faster, sweat sticking to his forehead and muscle aches rising little by little. He didn't know where he was going, he just kept walking.
Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by a person.
Jiang Chongyan stopped suddenly.
He saw a back.
She wore a white gauze dress, high heels, her long black hair was tied up, and she had jewelry on her neck.
Wearing a light grey shawl.
…That’s his shawl.
Jiang Chongyan's breathing was stagnant, he couldn't move his legs, and stood there.
That's his shawl.
That was the shawl he gave her.
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