Ouyang Weiwei's heart, which had calmed down, became confused again. She was in a daze all day long, often in a daze, and started to think about him again. She felt that she was useless, and she left as soon as she was told, and she was gone for five years.
According to the news, where was he when she was pregnant in ten months and had a hard time giving birth? Where was he when she was sad and tearful without her father, watching the child grow up day by day...
As a result, now, without saying a word, he suddenly appeared again.
For a moment, she really couldn't accept it. In order to divert her complicated mood, she put all her mind on the performance and kept rehearsing, just like she used to forget about the pain of longing, she wore out more than two thousand pairs of dance shoes in one year.
, I don’t know how many times my feet have been injured...
Three days later, the Royal Theater.
In the dressing room backstage, workers were busy preparing various dance dresses, and the makeup artist was arranging her hair. Ouyang Weiwei asked her agent, "How many tickets were sold?"
This was her first solo performance, and she was very concerned about it.
The agent, Sally, is a Chinese woman, and they usually speak Mandarin.
She rolled her eyes and clapped, "It's a great sale, it's sold out!"
Ouyang Weiwei's face was filled with disbelief. This was the Royal Grand Theater. What would it mean if it was a hit at the box office?
She asked again later, but Sally kept a mysterious smile and didn't answer.
*
The magnificent theater has a majestic royal temperament and medieval elegance.
The lights were turned on, and when she paid tribute to the audience wearing a pure white ballet skirt, when she raised her head, she was stunned on the stage for an instant——
The whole place was empty, there were no people in the seats, pool seats, and several floors of balcony...
No, there is one!
In the audience, in the middle of the third row of seats, sat a man.
Wearing a solemn and elegant suit and a dark red tie, he sat on the red seat with dignity:
The facial features on that pale and handsome face seemed to have been carefully carved by the hands of a master of art. Every place she touched or kissed could ignite the fire in her heart with just a fleeting glance. He sat in a noble and elegant posture.
, folded his legs, and put his hands on his knees naturally. This movement has never changed, and he sat there quietly. Just because he kept looking at him, seeing the absence, seeing the dementia...
Many years ago, by the Danube River, he asked her, "Weiwei, are you good at ballet?"
She replied angrily, "Oh, you know? I don't remember performing for you..."
They met again after five years, and now she was looking at him from afar.
He bought her all the tickets and was the only spectator.
The lights dimmed, Ouyang Weiwei shed a tear silently, and music floated from all around. The first performance was the famous ballet solo-"Death of the Swan".
Under the quiet and bright moonlight, a white swan fluttered its wings sadly, stood on tiptoes and slowly walked out, wandering on the lake. The cello played a melancholy melody. She frowned slightly, with a slight hint of sadness in her eyebrows.
Feeling a trace of sadness, as if he was about to say goodbye to his lover, he gently raised his hand, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, slowly turning in a circle, looking at the people in the audience, slightly raising his chin, noble and noble.
strong……
As if gradually being reborn, the second performance was the gorgeous "Last Day".
The third show is Weiwei's famous drama, the completely stunning "Feather"!
On this night when they met five years later, she danced the most beautiful ballet for him, a performance just for him.
…
After the performance, there were many flowers sent by friends backstage. Ouyang Weiwei was angry with Sally for hiding it, so she changed her clothes, picked up a bouquet of flowers, and prepared to go back to her residence.
Outside the theater, many people gathered around and discussed the matter of not buying tickets.
Ouyang Weiwei was walking to her car. When she saw the note in the bouquet, she smiled happily——
The signature on it is: Qianluo.
Seeing this word, her depressed mood seemed to dissipate.
"Miss Ouyang, please stay." A familiar and energetic voice came from behind.
The night wind blew her hair, and Ouyang Weiwei turned her head.
"Uncle Bin?" She was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Long time no see, are you okay?"
The old butler still wears a butler-style suit and uniform. Because of his Chinese and Russian descent, he is still tall and burly.
It's just that I have some silver hair on my temples.
"I'm fine." He nodded and congratulated her sincerely, "Congratulations to Miss Ouyang on today's achievement."
"Thank you..." Ouyang Weiwei thanked him with a hint of embarrassment on her lips.
The old housekeeper asked, "Miss Ouyang Wei, the young master asked you to treat you to a meal, is it okay?"
Ouyang Weiwei was slightly startled and looked behind him...
Not far behind the old housekeeper, a tall and handsome man stood on the dimly lit street.
Wearing a dark red British windbreaker jacket and a black and white checkered scarf.
His face was pale and delicate, and his expression was dull.
In his memory, there was someone who once rested on his lap and acted coquettishly, [Qianye, why do you always like to wear white and light-colored clothes? You might look good if you change to something else...]
Ouyang Weiwei was almost immersed in memories again. After she looked away, she hurriedly took out her car keys and said, "Sorry, I'm tired."
The old housekeeper looked at the people behind him and thought that Miss Ouyang was married. He hesitated and said, "The young master said that he didn't mean anything else, it was just an ordinary meal."
The person standing not far away remained silent and looked at her with dark and numb eyes.
Why are you looking at her like that? It's obviously your fault...
Ouyang Weiwei looked back tremblingly and stopped looking at him. She took out a notepad from her bag and wrote down the phone numbers of several principals in the ballet company. "If he wants to find someone to have dinner with him, he can call here."
After a few phone calls, as long as the price is higher, they will go."
After tearing off the paper and stuffing it into the old housekeeper's hand, she opened the car door and drove away.
The old housekeeper returned to the people behind him and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Under the moonlight, Tang Qianye looked blankly in the direction she left. The face in the double-layered collar looked handsome and handsome.
******☆May is drifting☆☆☆"Rebirth of the Sky-high-priced Warm Wife"☆☆☆First release☆**********
That night, Ouyang Weiwei went home and had a sleepless night. She didn't want to admit that she cried.
But even if she still has him in her heart, so what? What has she been doing these past few years? How can she forgive him as if nothing happened...
The next day, the news spread throughout London. Newspapers, TV, magazines, and various media were reporting yesterday's scene:
[Sky-priced ballet—Vivi Ouyang, queen of the Black Swan, has nearly 100 million in the box office of the Royal Theater and was booked by a mysterious person!]
Walking down the street or in the city center, this headline is everywhere.
(I have been revising the outline in the past two days, so there are fewer updates. Please forgive me and we will resume the previous updates!)