Chapter 635 I couldn’t help but give the beauty some advice, she actually wanted to add my WeChat
On the morning of December 28, I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone. I saw it was Mr. Chen calling, and the time was only five in the morning.
"Shanhong, I woke up at four o'clock and couldn't fall asleep again."
I thought he was having a nightmare, so I said, "You're old and have a light sleep, so it's normal for you to wake up with a little noise."
He said: "New Year's Day is next week, and my WeChat friends circle is full of plans for where to go for the three-day holiday. Since there are only three days off, most of them are traveling within the province. I am looking at a piece of meat hanging in front of me, but I can't eat it."
I understood what he meant, so I said, "Then I'll be there at 8 a.m. sharp to discuss this with you."
He said, "Okay."
Xiao Lin was also woken up by me and asked, "Who is calling so early?"
I said, "People have been bored for a long time, and they all want to go out and have fun on New Year's Day, but Daughter Island can't open for business. Mr. Chen is anxious because he sees a lot of money but can't make any money.
He gets anxious and can't sleep, so he calls me."
She said, "I also want to ask you, what are your plans for New Year's Day? You've been holding it back for so long. Where are you going to go with your parents and Yu'er to have some fun?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Forget about the city tour. I might not have the time. I wonder what Mr. Chen will arrange for me to do."
Xiaolin said, "It's annoying. I can't even use my New Year's Day holiday as my own."
I couldn't sleep, so I got up, washed, got dressed, and took a walk around Huaxi Lake.
Don't say you're an early riser; there are others who are even earlier. It's only 5:30, and many elderly people have arrived earlier than me. Some are jogging, some are practicing Tai Chi by the lake, and some are dancing with swords.
There was a pair, I couldn't tell if they were mother and daughter or master and apprentice, dancing on the grass. I was captivated by them.
They were wearing the same clothes, a plain white top with long sleeves and a few butterflies on it. If you look closely, you can see Chinese characters of different sizes on both the top and the skirt.
The strange thing was that they didn't play any music, but the two of them, one big and one small, danced so rhythmically that it felt like a dance, yet not quite. There were some calligraphy and swordplay movements mixed in.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, danced beautifully, their movements flowing like water and so graceful. The word "graceful" is used instead of "elegant" because the dance is gentle yet firm.
Sometimes she shook her arms as if writing, sometimes she suddenly thrust forward as if shooting an arrow, and sometimes she turned around gracefully and spun like a gust of wind.
I simply sat on a nearby stone block and watched them dance. They noticed me as a spectator, but ignored me.
After a while, the girl started dancing alone. The adults would ask her to stop from time to time and give her some pointers, and then the girl would continue dancing.
The mission was probably completed, and they were about to leave. I approached and asked:
"Teacher, what dance do you teach?"
"Book Dance."
"Oh, it's really beautiful, and incorporates a lot of calligraphy movements."
The teacher-looking man nodded and said, "You know your stuff."
I said, "I'd like to offer some advice. I don't know if it's correct, but I'll give it to you for your reference."
The man who looked like a teacher stared at me.
"The Book Dance involves writing words on bamboo slips, but when you performed reading the words, your head swayed left and right. This movement should be modified.
Because the ancients did not read from left to right, but from top to bottom. They read vertically instead of horizontally.
The teacher-looking man looked at me seriously and asked, "Mr. is..."
"My name is Wan Shanhong, and I live in the front."
"Wan... Shan... Hong, is he a fortune teller... That person is also called Wan Shan Hong."
I said, “Yes, that’s me.”
She probably couldn't connect the fortune teller she imagined with me for a long time.
"You are Wan Shanhong. My last name is Cui, and this is my daughter."
I nodded: "Oh, Teacher Cui."
She said, "You also study dance?"
I smiled softly: "I haven't studied it, but since you mentioned Shu Jian Wu, I couldn't help but offer some suggestions."
The girl was very interested in what I was saying. She kept looking up at me and urged her mother, saying:
"Go there."
Teacher Cui followed my daughter's finger and saw a pavilion there. She said to me, "Mr. Wan, could you please sit in the pavilion with me for a while?"
Arriving at the wooden pavilion, Teacher Cui took out two newspapers from her bag and smiled as she wiped them: "I'm prepared. I take a break here every morning."
The wooden pavilion was octagonal and we sat facing each other.
Teacher Cui said, "When you open a book, you need to change the way you shake your head from side to side, right?"
"Yes, you have to lower your head and then raise it, and the movement shouldn't be too exaggerated. This is because ancient bamboo slips were shorter.
For example, we often say: "Just keep it simple." Why use "simple" instead of "simple"? Because "simple" refers to bamboo slips.
Bamboo slips are relatively short, and books written on them are also relatively concise and not long. "Simple" means short. "Simple" means brief. "To put it simply is to put it briefly."
Teacher Cui looked at me again:
"Mr. Wan gave a very good lecture. However, many people said that the action of reading from left to right was very innovative, and reading from top to bottom was not as good."
"You can keep this action. I stood up, opened my hands in front of me, and brought them behind my back. I said, 'Now, it's normal to move your head. You're not reading, you're reciting. You can move your head when you recite.'"
Teacher Cui also stood up, tried it, and clapped his hands: "Absolutely amazing. This looks great."
Then he looked at me with a smile, and after a long while he said, "That's the finishing touch."
I didn't sit down again and said goodbye to them:
"Sorry for talking too much. I have to go to the company for a meeting. Goodbye."
"Hey - Teacher Wan, can you add me on WeChat?"
She ran over, added me on WeChat, and said with a smile, "I'll come visit you."
I waved and left.
My mother also got up and asked, "You're up so early?"
I said, "Mr. Chen can't sleep. If he can't sleep, call me."
My mother said, "I'll make you a bowl of noodles. Mr. Chen must have something to ask you."
I sat down in the restaurant and checked my phone. Teacher Cui sent me a WeChat message:
"Hello, Mr. Wan. I've been thinking about the moves you mentioned carefully since I got home, and the more I think about them, the more I think they're correct. I'll come visit you again after the New Year's Day performance to ask for your advice."
My mother placed the noodles in front of me and asked, "Walking outside?"
"I was planning to take a walk, and there was a mother and daughter dancing there. I sat by and watched for a while and gave her some advice."
My mother asked, "She's wearing a long theatrical dress, with white flowers and words on it, right?"
I nodded while eating.
My mother was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth for a long time.
Seeing her exaggerated expression, I stopped eating and asked, "What's wrong?"
My mother said, "How dare you give her any advice? She's like a peacock, ignoring everyone. Even her mother doesn't dare to give her any advice."
Her last name is Cui, and her mother is often with us. She has a very arrogant personality and never looks anyone in the eye. She is a dance professor at the university.
I smiled and said, “You have to understand people who engage in art. It’s not that she is arrogant or looks down on others.
Instead, she immersed herself in creating and choreographing dances. Sometimes, even when she was sitting, she would think about how to choreograph the dance, and even when she was walking, she would think about where the dance was imperfect. Therefore, she was not so flattering in her interactions with others, and seemed a bit out of place.
She is not Jiang Yiwei, who is sweet-talking and loved by everyone. Teacher Cui is actually kind-hearted, but she is not good at talking and does not know how to deal with people.
My mother asked with concern: "Did she accept your suggestion?"
"He accepted it, added me on WeChat, and sent me a thank you message."
My mother's face lit up with joy. She said happily, "Shanhong, you're still like me. You can get a word in with anyone and make sense."
I deliberately annoyed her: "But many people say I look like my dad."
"You look like your father, tall and smart. Maybe you inherited your maternal grandparents' family roots? Look, your cousin has joined a foreign company in Beijing and speaks English."
I drank the soup, put the bowl down, and said, "Noodles cooked by smart people always taste better. Thank you."
She took the apron in her hand and slapped me: "You are so disrespectful. You are over 30 years old."
I quickly dodged and went out to drive.
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