Chapter 29 Dance with Me
The camera focused on Fu Yanle's face.
Those eyes held a quiet, flowing mist, soft and gentle, peaceful and serene. The naturally extending corners of the eyes were slightly upturned, making a sincere invitation, and the dimples on their cheeks made this invitation seem kind and innocent, without giving anyone the slightest sense of danger.
The staff member in charge of the camera secretly wiped his eyes, thinking: When it comes to seduction, Fu Yanle's face has a natural advantage!
The little girl hesitated for a moment, but held firm and stubbornly said, "I don't like dancing."
“How could that be?” Fu Yanle raised his chin slightly, gesturing for her to look at his sketchbook. “You drew a dancing swan, but the swan in the drawing is so thin and bony, it looks unnatural and pitiful.”
The little girl clutched her notebook, retorting defiantly, "But swans have to be thin; that's what makes them beautiful."
“Being thin and being skin and bones are two different things. If a swan is abnormally thin, she won’t have the strength to stand on tiptoe and dance on the lake.” Fu Yanle took the pencil from the little girl’s hand, turned the sketchbook over, and quickly added a skirt to the little swan.
“If you were wearing a dress, you would look beautiful.” Fu Yanle carefully embellished the hem of the skirt. “Your figure is beautiful, your proportions are excellent, you are a little swan with natural advantages.”
"But... being a little swan isn't good at all, it's like being forced to take off." The little girl kicked her feet and found that her dance shoes were filthy.
“Every word my mother said was meant to help me fly, including not eating an extra grain of rice, not going out to play, she wouldn’t allow anything. I asked her why? She said that eating too much would make me fat, and going out to play would make me hurt, but I was so hungry that I couldn’t dance at all. Actually, I did sneak out to play a few times, and I didn’t get hurt. I only fell in the dance studio.”
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and said angrily, "I'm not happy, I don't want to talk to her!"
Fu Yanle handed the pen back to her. "So, do you want to fly yourself?"
"...I do want to." The little girl looked at her reflection in the sketchbook, crumpling the edges of the paper. "But I want to fly on my own, I don't want to be dragged along by my wings!"
When liking something is shackled, it is very likely to be destroyed.
The little girl loves to dance and has a goal, but her mother is too controlling and puts too much pressure on her, suppressing her passion for dancing and making her feel threatened by being ordered around, as if dancing is not because she likes it, but because her mother "must".
This feeling of being unable to control her freedom made her both like and avoid dance, hate it yet unable to control the longing in her heart.
“Your mother wants you to fly, so she doesn’t want to break your wings, but you need to tell her that the wings are yours, and it’s you who needs to be close to them,” Fu Yanle said. “You need to talk to her.”
"But... will Mom listen to me?" the little girl asked, clutching her sketchbook. "She'll scold me, won't she? Say I'm disobedient and immature. I'm afraid to."
Fu Yanle said, "Whether you listen or not can only be known through communication. If you want a result, you must at least start trying. Brave people will be rewarded more. The wings are your own, that's an indisputable fact, and it's your greatest asset."
“…I understand.” The little girl loosened her white fingertips. “I’ve memorized everything.”
Fu Yanle stood up, bowed slightly, and gave a gentlemanly salute. "Beautiful little swan, would you like to dance with me?"
The little girl put down her sketchbook, looked up at him, and exclaimed, "Your legs are so long!"
Fu Yanle pointed to the flower bed, "You can cheat."
The little girl took off her shoes, stood up, and barely reached Fu Yanle's chest. She grasped Fu Yanle's hand, her socked feet trembling as she curled her toes, and whispered, "The wood is so hard."
“Then we won’t fly.” Fu Yanle took half a step back. “How about I give you my star in exchange for a waltz?”
"Okay!" The little girl moved her legs. "But we're not on the same ground, can we jump?"
“Of course.” Fu Yanle smiled and winked. “This is called ‘Fu-style dance steps’.”
They don't even spare little girls!
Gu Jiming clenched his fist and stared intently at Fu Yanle's graceful and smooth back.
Fu Yanle is getting better and better at seducing people. Who taught him that? Su Fengyao? Did they sleep together before the breakup?
Hold!
Upon considering this possibility, Gu Jiming immediately took out his phone and sent a WeChat message: 【Find someone to beat up Su Fengyao! Immediately!】
"Ready?" Fu Yanle said. "Let's begin."
His hand rested on the little girl's back, fingers together, making a horizontal cut without actually touching her body. He moved gracefully, leaning and turning sideways, each step elegant, like a mature and refined gentleman.
The little girl was initially dancing the steps meticulously, stumbling a bit because of the difference in their positions, but Fu Yanle was so gentle, humming the tune of "The Swan".
The waltz is a very vibrant form of dance.
She was no longer reserved and began to dance the free step, spinning under Fu Yanle's guidance, the hem of her tight-fitting dance costume seeming to grow out of a wide wind.
They were two quiet, free-spirited, and mischievous children.
As the music ended, the two took their bows.
The girl touched her tightly tied hair, took off the star from it, handed it to Fu Yanle, and said, "Thank you, brother."
"You're welcome." Fu Yanle accepted it. "Thank you, Little Swan."
The girl suddenly hugged Fu Yanle's neck, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "Brother, you are my first love. Can you wait for me to grow up? I want to dance Swan Lake for you."
wipe!
Gu Jiming wanted nothing more than to pry the two of them apart—jumping, jumping, what are you jumping for! Do you know you're from different generations?!
“Hmm, I don’t think it’s a punishment,” Fu Yanle said cruelly. “Your first love is over.”
"Ah!" the little girl cried sadly, "Then, brother, will you marry a swan in the future?"
White swan?
Yu Jingchen had fair skin, a narrow waist, and long legs; he was elegant and noble, truly like a white swan. However—however, he actually thought of Yu Jingchen? Yu Jingchen was the first person he thought of? Yu Jingchen was the only person he could think of?
wipe!
Fu Yanle thought to himself, "Beauty is alluring," but said seriously, "True love knows no black or white, no species; even a black eagle is acceptable."
Yu Jingchen isn't a black man, but he's black-hearted, fierce, and cunning. Calling him a black eagle wouldn't be an exaggeration. But—but why did I think of Yu Jingchen again?
Wipe it off!
Half a minute later.
The fourth star has been recovered. Location: flower bed; Recoverer: Fu Yanle.
[Congratulations to Fu Yanle for collecting all three stars; your team has won.]
[The game has automatically ended. Please gather according to the instructions!]
Upon receiving the message, the guests had no choice but to stop their search for the Lost Star and head to the meeting point.
The director, having somehow acquired a rainbow-colored woolen hat, stood in the Newbee Pavilion and said, "Everyone, thank you for your hard work! Congratulations to Xiao Fu, Jiming, and Qing Tong for winning this round. According to the rules, you will each receive a reward of 900 yuan. After calculation, the current balances are: Xiao Fu 900, Jiming 100, Qing Tong 100, Wanwan 400, Shi Gou 1000, and Xin Qiu 700."
"Ah!" An Shigou roared, "I've become the poorest man!"
Fu Yanle kindly offered this insight: "Look at it this way, you're also the most 'negative' man."
“Yan Le is the real winner,” Tang Wanbai said. “But Yan Le deserves it; he’s the best man ever!”
Fu Yanle immediately beamed with joy, "Thank you, thank you, thank you—"
"Shut your cute mouth." The director said expressionlessly, "Now we will begin the second episode's 'My Favorite Star Guest' voting segment, and the voting for the 'Reverse MVP' in the losing team."
Gu Jiming said, "Here? In person? Director, you're up to something."
"How could that be? Let's just do it the easy way out!" The director smiled innocently. "How about this, we'll start voting from the losing team."
Tang Wanbai eagerly raised her hand, "I vote for Yanle!"
An Shigou grumbled and raised his hand, "I'll go with the vote."
Meng Xinqiu subconsciously looked at Fu Yanle, only to find that Fu Yanle wasn't looking in his direction at all, as if he didn't care about his choice at all.
This discovery made Meng Xinqiu very uncomfortable.
Fu Yanle used to rely on him a lot, as if his suggestions and choices were always the most correct.
“…” Meng Xinqiu said, “Yan Le is very good, I’ll vote for him too.”
"Okay!" The director looked to the right. "Now let's switch to the winners' team. Ji Ming, you go first."
Gu Jiming glanced at Fu Yanle beside him and saw that Fu Yanle was exchanging glances with An Shigou across the table, their eyes filled with affection and tenderness. He took a deep breath to suppress his irritation. "Yanle-ge won all three stars, so of course I'll vote for him."
"..." Lin Qingtong's hands, resting on his lap, clenched uncontrollably. At this moment, he was grateful that he was an actor; otherwise, he would never have been able to maintain such amazing facial control.
The director asked, "Where's Qing Tong?"
Lin Qingtong tried her best to smile naturally and said, "I also vote for Yanle."
"Alright!" The director looked at the biggest winner, "Xiao Fu, you're all here!"
Without hesitation, Fu Yanle said, "Give it to Gou."
The director asked, "Who?"
"You filthy!" Fu Yanle raised his chin and pointed directly at An Shigou, who was standing right in front of him.
An Shigou immediately flew into a rage, yelling, "Get out!" Less than three seconds later, he asked hesitantly, "Why are you giving this to me?"
Fu Yanle smiled wickedly, "This is your reward for your beautiful abs."
"You have good taste!" An Shigou patted his abs with satisfaction and silently tossed down two wide noodles.
Phew! All those days and nights he spent in the gym finally paid off.
Gu Jiming tilted his head back. Impressive abs? Fu Yanle had seen An Shigou's abs? These two just met, how did things get so fast?!
Meng Xinqiu's gaze swept over Fu Yanle's face, and her hand, resting on her lap, unconsciously twitched. Abs? Why are Fu Yanle and An Shigou suddenly being so ambiguous?
“Okay!” the director said kindly. “Then the losing team will decide their own ‘reverse MVP’.”
Although Meng Xinqiu lost, he won back a star. Logically, he shouldn't be voted for, but he is the oldest in the team and a senior, so he has to symbolically stand up and take the blame, saying, "I'll vote for myself."
“I absolutely cannot vote for Teacher Meng,” Tang Wanbai said. “I voted for myself, and I didn’t even get a single star back.”
“I’ll vote for myself too.” An Shigou seemed quite happy. “I at least got a vote from the Star Guest, so vote for me and let me weather the storm!”
Meng Xinqiu immediately changed his vote, "I vote for Shi Gou."
Tang Wanbai also said sourly, "+1!"
"Alright, after the vote, Shi Gou is the loser team's reverse 'MVP'!" The director magically produced a stack of small cards. "Please, Shi Gou, draw a card and fulfill the punishment on it."
An Shigou raised his chin. "Le, go!"
"Alright." Fu Yanle readily stepped forward, pulled out the purple card, flipped it open, and immediately gasped, "Wow!"
An Shigou's unease instantly matched that of Fu Yanle the moment he picked up the microphone and stuck out his butt in front of the square dance group. "What is it!"
"Please complete a live broadcast in drag before the third episode is recorded." After saying that, Fu Yanle covered the lower half of his face with his hands, desperately trying to suppress the "plop" sound, since his face had already turned ashen in a few seconds.
"What—!" An Shigou staggered back three steps, and was caught by Tang Wanbai in time. He coughed violently and pointed at the innocent-looking director. "You're so ruthless! You're so ruthless, so ruthless, so ruthless, so ruthless!"
"I wasn't the one who poisoned him," the director said meaningfully. "It was someone's desire to use the card to kill someone."
"Don't think I didn't realize this was a diversionary tactic," Fu Yanle said with a smile. "Only someone with a truly low IQ would believe your frame-up—"
"Fu Yanle!" An Shigou rushed forward and grabbed Fu Yanle's woolen hat. "You accomplice!"
Fu Yanle scoffed, "A basin of IQ!"
An Shigou roared, "Take responsibility for me!"
Fu Yanle cursed, "You big idiot! Did you hear me! You big idiot!"
“I can dress as a woman, but you—” An Shigou’s tone was ruthless, “you must come with me!”
Author's Note:
Xiao Fu: Get lost!
I glanced at the comments and decided to go with option B. Starting today, I'll try the strategy of updating 6 AM and 9 PM. Wish me luck in keeping it up for a while! (kneeling)
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