274: Sell you to a butcher
Zhou Ziheng also felt that he had been out for too long. He looked at his watch and whispered to Yu Xiaoye:
"At 11:30 am, wait for me in front of the store where we had breakfast before."
Yu Xiaoye was very surprised. Before she could ask what was going on, Zhou Ziheng asked her:
"Do you have time?"
Meaning to ask her if she has a clock to check the time, Yu Xiaoye said:
"I look at the sun!"
"No matter what you're watching, you must be there to meet me at 11:30 am. If you don't go, I'll have the security department arrest you!"
Yu Xiaoye: "??!!"
This is already starting to become threatening!
It's over, he has me in his hands!
——
Yu Xiaoye re-watched the first half of "The White-Haired Girl".
This time I carefully analyzed the dance in the play.
Most of the moves are not difficult. If she practices seriously for a period of time, she should be able to reach that level.
However, wouldn’t it be too dry and boring if she were the only one to perform one part of such a wonderful ballet?
Don't you want a soundtrack?
Don’t you want to sing the lyrics?
Could it be that the most classic part where Yang Bailao buys a red hairband for Xier should be cut off?
That is the essence of the whole play. If it is removed, the whole dance will have no soul.
So, if you want to practice, you can't be perfunctory.
You have to practice seriously and try to make the story more exciting and full-bodied within the limited time, rather than a dry dance without flesh and blood and soul.
Someone has to compose the music, someone has to sing the lyrics, and someone has to play Yang Bailao.
But if that's the case, the task will be difficult.
She worried whether she could cope with it.
Also, are the people in the propaganda team willing to support her?
I don’t know if Sister Liang agrees with her idea?
These are all unknowns.
Although there are many difficulties, Yu Xiaoye still wants to try her best. What if everyone is willing to cooperate with her?
Although hard work does not necessarily lead to success.
But if you don’t work hard, you will definitely not succeed!
So, Yu Xiaoye made a decision in the cabin. She wanted to adapt the ballet, shorten its duration, and present the entire plot as perfectly as possible within limited conditions.
In this case, her memory alone would not be enough; she must have a copy of the entire ballet script.
I don't know if there is such a thing on the farm.
After making a preliminary plan, she turned off the movie projector, took out a pen and paper from her floral bag, opened the curtains, sat at the table by the window, and first made a few outlines from memory and excerpted several important nodes in the play.
I plan to condense the main plot into these few nodes as much as possible.
She had a very good memory. Although not to the point of photographic memory, the main plot outline was roughly in her mind. While the memory was still fresh, she quickly made an outline.
I was busy at my desk and time passed by unknowingly.
After I finished the outline and checked what I had written, I saw the sunlight coming in through the window, casting the shadow of the window frame on the paper. Then I suddenly remembered the agreement with Zhou Ziheng.
It’s broken. What time is it?
I quickly looked out the window to see the sun, which seemed to be right above my head.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s almost twelve o’clock, oh my god, I’m late!
The director wouldn't really bring the security department to arrest her, would he?
She quickly stuffed the paper and pen into her cloth bag and ran out of the house in a hurry.
When he got downstairs, the young man in the office was gone. Yu Xiaoye didn't have time to say hello to anyone and rushed out of the auditorium.
He was looking around while running. Maybe Zhou Ziheng was tripped up by something and just came out. In that case, if both of them were late, it wouldn't be considered late.
But looking around, there was no sign of Zhou Ziheng. Instead, there were quite a few people coming in and out, preparing to go to the cafeteria at the back to eat.
Yu Xiaoye ran all the way with the flowered bag in his arms, and arrived at the door of the breakfast shop on Jiefang Road.
I was still wondering why Zhou Ziheng asked her to meet him at the breakfast shop?
Do I have to treat her to soy milk and fried dough sticks?
Is there any for sale at noon?
I was thinking about all sorts of things all the way and finally arrived at the place. I saw from a distance that the door of the breakfast shop was open, but there were no customers inside and it didn't seem to be open for business. The big oil wok for frying dough sticks at the door was gone too.
After looking around again, I suddenly saw Zhou Ziheng standing where I parked my bicycle last time, with his arms folded across his chest and a look of anxiety on his face.
In the sunlight, Zhou Ziheng's white shirt became whiter and whiter, and he looked more and more refreshing and neat, which was very different from Yu Xiaoye's initial impression of him.
Zhou Ziheng looked up and saw Yu Xiaoye running towards him breathlessly. He raised his wrist to look at his watch. His face looked a little unhappy, but there was a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.
Yu Xiaoye ran over panting:
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time. I didn't mean to!"
Zhou Ziheng wanted to say, "You are twenty minutes late," but seeing her running and sweating, he guessed that she didn't do it on purpose. She might have been watching the movie too seriously and wasted time, so he couldn't bear to blame her.
He didn't waste any time, pushed the bicycle beside him, lifted his long legs and stepped forward, saying swiftly:
"Come on, come up."
When Yu Xiaoye saw that it was the same bicycle again, he felt a little depressed and was stunned for a moment.
Zhou Ziheng urged:
“Come up!”
Yu Xiaoye said cautiously:
"Captain, where are you going?"
"Sell you to the butcher."
“——”
Even if I sell these few pounds of meat to a butcher, he might not buy it!
Yu Xiaoye knew that he could not hold on any longer, so he had to
The bicycle.
This time she learned her lesson and didn't dare sit sideways anymore. She just straddled the bed and sat steadily.
This way Zhou Ziheng would have no reason to ask her to hold his waist.
The director was wearing even thinner clothes today. Fortunately, he was a particular person and wore a white waistcoat underneath. Otherwise, through the white dacron shirt, the texture of the skin underneath the clothes could be clearly seen.
Zhou Ziheng looked back at her and saw that she had sat firmly and was pedaling away.
This time he didn't let her hold his waist.
As the bicycle moved away, the wind blew towards Zhou Ziheng, and blew his scent onto Yu Xiaoye's face. It was an indescribable smell, with body temperature, which was indescribable.
Yu Xiaoye sat in the back quietly, paying attention to the surrounding roads and secretly memorizing the distance.
They traveled through the entire county, from one corner of the county to another, going farther and farther.
Fortunately, Mishan County was not big, so it didn't take too long. Zhou Ziheng rode towards a state-owned restaurant that was doing good business.
Yu Xiaoye looked up and saw the restaurant sign, and suddenly realized that Zhou Ziheng wanted to take her to dinner.
It’s really interesting. You come all the way here just to have a meal?
Yu Xiaoye found it a little funny.
But this time, she couldn't let the manager spend money, so she jumped off the bicycle and said generously:
"Boss, I'm going to treat you to a meal this time. Whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you!"
Anyway, now that the manager knows that she went to the black market, she doesn't have to hide it or pretend to be poor.
She could still afford to treat him to a meal.
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