Chapter 653
He Rong stood beside Su Miao, rejected the boy who invited her to dance, and said to Su Miao, "Miao Miao, let me teach you how to dance."
Su Miao bit her lip and hesitated for a moment: "But I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it and will step on your feet."
He Rong smiled and patted her hands: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain, just learn boldly!
And I think your ability to learn dance is not as bad as you think, it’s just that no one has taught you well before.
I'll teach you slowly, and you can practice with me in the dorm. You'll eventually learn it."
As she spoke, He Rong demonstrated some female dance steps to her.
"Nowadays, people mainly dance to slow three and slow four, or fast three and fast four in dance halls. The slow three is the most suitable for this music now.
Look! Like this, slow-slow-fast, the slow step takes two beats, the fast step takes one beat. Then the steps need to be moved and rotated.
When two people are working together, the one who is doing the male step should guide his partner to move forward, backward, sideways, etc.
So, if I have a good male partner who can lead, it will be easy to learn, just follow his steps and rhythm."
Looking at He Rong's graceful dance steps, Su Miao was really moved. Her mind told her: You can do it, believe in yourself.
But her body said: You really think highly of me.
Finally, her heart spoke: Don't worry about them, just do it!
He Rong took off her glasses and put them in her shirt pocket, then held out her hand to Su Miao: "Come, I'll take you."
Su Miao was still hesitating, but He Rong had already gently held her hand: "It's very simple, just follow my steps."
He Rong's hands were warm and dry, which made Su Miao feel inexplicably at ease.
She took a deep breath and followed He Rong to the edge of the dance floor.
He Rong gently supported her waist with her right hand and held hers with her left hand: "First learn the basic steps, slow-slow-fast-fast, yes, that's it."
Su Miao stared at the two people's feet intently, afraid of making any mistakes.
But the more nervous she was, the more confused she became. When she turned around, she stepped firmly on He Rong's white sneakers.
"Ouch! I'm sorry!"
Su Miao almost jumped away, but was held firmly by He Rong.
"It's okay, this is common for beginners. When my dad was teaching me, I stepped on his foot and it was swollen for three days." He Rong's voice was gentle and firm.
This little joke made Su Miao relax a little.
They continued to practice, and Su Miao stepped on He Rong a few more times, but the frequency of mistakes gradually decreased.
Gradually, she began to keep up with the basic rhythm.
"Very good, now try turning in a circle." He Rong guided Su Miao's hand, "When I count to three, two, one, you turn right—three, two, one!"
Su Miao clumsily but successfully completed a rotation and felt very accomplished.
She noticed that He Rong's whole body was glowing when she danced. Her eyes, which were usually hidden behind lenses, were now as bright as stars, and there was a gentle smile at the corners of her mouth.
"He Rong, you dance so well! And you teach very well too." Su Miao praised sincerely.
"Practice makes perfect. My mom used to be in an art troupe. She met my dad at a dance party. I've watched them dance since I was a kid. Actually, you learn very quickly. You'll be able to dance well after practicing a few more times." He Rong said modestly.
Su Miao nodded seriously, thinking to herself, there is indeed a difference between a mother from a formal art troupe and a temporary worker in a theater!
The dance music changed one after another, from "Tuber Jasmine" to "The Moon Represents My Heart".
Wang Yingtong and Meng Linlin were already sweating profusely from dancing, so they came back to find them.
"Miao Miao! Didn't you say you can't dance? I think it's pretty good. Be more confident!" Meng Linlin looked at Su Miao and He Rong in surprise.
"With Teacher He teaching me, of course I learn quickly." Su Miao said with a smile, the strands of hair on his forehead already wet with sweat.
Wang Yingtong bought four bottles of Beibingyang soda and handed them to them: "Take a break, you look tired."
Four girls rested by the window.
Night had fallen, and the fluorescent lights in the cafeteria cast a soft glow on their young faces.
Through the window, you can see the bright lights of the library in the distance, which forms a wonderful contrast with the laughter and joy here.
Meng Linlin suddenly said, "The literature club is having a dance next week in the multi-purpose hall. If you're free, you can come and join us. Miaomiao, how about we go together?"
"I...may not be able to dance well yet." Su Miao took a sip of soda, and the sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue.
Meng Linlin patted her on the back and said:
"Don't worry, we're all just here for fun. Few are completely professional, and we wouldn't find fault with others. You're just too obsessed with perfection.
Look at Yingtong, she's also a half-baked person. She was just dancing tango with a senior from the physics department! She stepped on him several times, but he was still happy.
Wang Yingtong raised her head proudly: "Of course, Miaomiao! Just have fun, it's all fun!"
He Rong also advised: "Yes, Miaomiao, the most important thing for a communication dance like this is to have fun, not the skills. Look over there..."
She pointed to the center of the dance floor. Two boys did not invite dance partners, so they were dancing together in a mediocre way. They twisted their bodies in an exaggerated way on purpose, which made people around them laugh, and the smile on her face never stopped.
Su Miao also laughed. Yes, sometimes the less you think, the purer you are, the happier you will be.
"Let's go and dance for a while. This song has a faster tempo." He Rong stood up and extended her hand to Su Miao.
Su Miao took a deep breath, put the empty soda bottle on the windowsill, and held He Rong's hand.
This time, instead of counting her steps, she tried to feel the flow of the music.
"Look, isn't this a great dance?" Meng Linlin and Wang Yingtong looked at them with smiles on their faces.
Su Miao found that he could really keep up with the pace and was doing it with ease. A small sense of accomplishment rose in his heart, spreading out like ripples on the surface of the Weiming Lake.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the canteen manager began to urge everyone to clean up the place.
The students reluctantly turned off the tape recorder and moved the tables and chairs back to their original positions.
Su Miao and her roommates helped clean up, picking up the hairpins, pens, and several playlists that were passed around during the dance that were left on the floor.
On the way back to the dormitory, the four girls held hands and hummed the song of the night.
The fragrance of locust flowers lingered in the summer night air, and the faint sound of guitar came from the distance.
Su Miao's legs were a little tired, but his heart was filled with an indescribable lightness.
She suddenly said, "Linlin, I want to attend your literature club's dance too."
Meng Linlin skipped to the front and, on the dim path, completely lost her usual aloof, intellectual demeanor. She turned around and walked backwards:
"It's a deal! When the time comes, you all go and I'll introduce you to our club's dancing master! He's a junior! He's just as handsome as the guy who asked Miaomiao to dance!"
"Come on, it's just you who wants to dance with your senior." Wang Yingtong scolded with a smile.
The laughter of the four people startled the sparrows on the sycamore trees by the roadside, and they flapped their wings and flew into the moonlit night sky.
This ordinary summer night, because of an impromptu dance party, because of the warmth of friendship, and because of a small self-breakthrough, left a gentle mark in Su Miao's memory.
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