It is said that when Chu Ci used his face to get food and drinks without spending any money, he actually ran into his brother's good friend standing there smoking.
The other party asked him what he was doing there, and Chu Ci came back to tell Bi Yue the answer:
"Come and take a look."
…
The smell of pig head steamed buns wafts through my nose, I hold a bottle of soda in my hand, and on the table are beer, melon seeds, and a big apple!
Bi Yue looked at the dance hall in the 1980s with curiosity.
There was a big ball hanging above the dance floor, spinning around and around, with flashing lights constantly flashing at you...
The bright light made Bi Yue's eyes blurry! She blinked hard, as if she wanted to see more clearly by opening her eyes wider!
If there is any similarity between it and later discos and dance halls, it is that they are both hazy.
Bi Yue sighed and said:
"Oh, those bright red lips! Will people think you're not serious if you put on that much makeup at this time?"
Young Master Chu Ci acted like a rich young master, with his hands open and placed on top of the long row of chairs, with his legs crossed. If you ignore his childish face, he would look like a prodigal son of a rich family.
Following Bi Yue's gaze, Chu Ci and his brother had the same arrogant expression as usual. He glanced at the person and commented:
"It's fine if your makeup looks good, but if it doesn't... well, if you do that, I'll press you into the basin of water!"
Before Bi Yue could start arguing with Chu Ci, a girl holding a guitar nodded to the band, holding a microphone with a long cord, and hummed twice to clear her throat.
Bi Yue looked at the pretty girl in the bat-wing shirt and jeans, and gave her a thumbs up for daring to do that in the 1980s!
There were several young men and three girls hanging around near the stage, doing something that would attract criticism, playing music, but their temperament showed arrogance and that they were just there for fun.
Maybe it's a way for rich girls to show off their fashion sense, or a form of fun?
The noisy sound of music suddenly replaced the "ancient" music that Bi Yue could not understand. As the drum set sounded, the aftereffects of alcohol in Bi Yue's blood rushed to her.
Xia Hailan sang in a hoarse female voice: "You are like a fire in the winter! The flames illuminate me! Your big eyes are like stars in the sky..."
Chu Ci smiled. He liked this song. He looked at Bi Yue, who was nodding along to the music while cracking melon seeds, and asked loudly and arrogantly:
"How about it, little Yueyue from the village? Come with me and broaden your horizons. Are there always Errenzhuan performances in your village?!"
Just like what the lyrics say, in the hazy dance hall environment, Bi Yue's big eyes are like the brightest one in the sky, twinkling and blinking...
This revealed the shy side of the thirteen-year-old boy. Chu Ci was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He didn't dare look at Bi Yue again, but his attitude was not very good. "Can you? Look at him!"
What's Bi Yue blinking for? Oh my god! Is this considered rock and roll? Why are there people down there dancing like crazy?! Shouldn't they be swaying their hips and posing?!
It was hard to believe that everyone in the room was drunk and she was the only one sober.
Later, just twenty minutes later, I drank two more bottles of beer at Bi Yue, and listened to the change of music. My face was rosy and my head was dizzy. I listened to the disco music that sounded like songs, music and slow music from the 1980s, shook my head and stood up.
"Say another word?!" He spoke loudly in the direction of Chu Ci.
Chu Ci snorted, "Yueyue, come with me to broaden your horizons. It's not shameful if you haven't seen anything. Why brag?"
Bi Yue wandered over to Chu Ci's side. She began to twirl her right foot, clasped in white mesh shoes, around her ankle. She also began to twirl her crossed hands. After just a dozen seconds, she extended her scallion-like index finger and pointed at the tip of Chu Ci's nose, meeting her bewildered eyes. "Just wait! Teacher Xiaoyue will teach you how to play!"
Bi Yue, who had short hair and was teased by Chu Ci for being more and more manly, turned around with a dashing and heroic demeanor, striding forward in her white mesh shoes, while tying the two corners of her white shirt's bottom hem as she walked towards the dance floor.
Bi Yue didn't care about the rhythm of the music at all. She stood in the center of the stage as if she had strayed in, and even squeezed aside two young men who were dancing.
It’s not that I don’t care about her, it’s that I didn’t react!
She struck an entrance pose like she was doing the onion dance, her ears moved as if trying to find the beat of the music, one hand raised above her head, as she found the feeling with the music, her five fingers moving together and apart as if gesturing, and as the high notes of the disco came, her waist began to twist.
Chu Ci...forgot to spit out the melon seed shells in his mouth, and stood up like an idiot.
At the same time, at the same place, at a booth in the corner that could accommodate more than 20 people, Liu Dapeng was talking to Xia Hailan, who had just been singing on the stage:
"What's the matter? The madman is not here, why are you leaving so quickly!"
"Liu Dapeng, are you feeling energetic?! What does it have to do with Brother Feng? My mom said she found me a physical training instructor recently and told me to practice hard so I can go abroad again if I get the chance!"
Liu Dapeng raised his chin in the direction of Chu Ci: "Stop making excuses. See? The madman is not here, but his beloved brother is here. Perform well..." Before he finished insulting Xia Hailan, he heard a lot of whistles coming from the dance floor.
Following the sound, Liu Dapeng, Xia Hailan, and even the Kyoto "players" sitting in the corner all looked at Bi Yue, who was wearing a white shirt, short hair, jeans, and white mesh shoes.
When Bi Yue was dancing the Onion-Shaking Dance, her stiff robot-like movements made everyone just stare at her in amazement, thinking that it was not very acceptable and fashionable. But when she finished warming up with the Onion-Shaking Dance and started dancing the Korean Horse-Riding Dance and the Bell-bottom Pants Dance, the stage became noisy as Bi Yue twisted her waist and hips, danced with passion and performed one changing movement after another.
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