Chapter 14 The Dance of This Era
"Hey, this is a good friend of mine, named Fang Minghua. We joined the team together and now work at "Yanhe" magazine." Zhao Hongjun briefly introduced Fang Minghua to everyone. .
The music was still playing and the dancing was still going on. The young men and women glanced at him but did not show much enthusiasm.
But Zhao Hongjun was still very enthusiastic and whispered: "This is called ballroom dancing! Have you heard of it? You sit down first, I will call a girl to teach you how to dance!"
" I’m fine, just be busy.”
Watching Zhao Hongjun walk towards the young man and woman sitting opposite, Fang Minghua sat down on the sofa next to him.
Obviously, this is the living room of a private residence. Looking at the fabric sofa and floor-standing table lamp that have been temporarily moved aside, as well as the thick dark green curtains, you can tell that the owner of the house and Zhao Just like the father of the Red Army, he is a leader.
Probably not at home, it was secretly used as a temporary dance hall by these young people.
Xijing is relatively conservative, and ballroom dancing has not yet emerged in society. That is, young people like Zhao Hongjun were the first to be exposed to this new thing.
And this Teresa Teng song is still a "famous song" these days. If it spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar. I guarantee that the elders and aunts wearing red armbands in the neighborhood committee will confiscate your crime tools and give them to you. You receive a lively and lively ideological education class on the spot.
But with this group of people, it's okay.
It seems that they have just learned it, and they dance awkwardly, but they are all having fun.
Three steps, four steps. It’s pretty formal, there’s no messy side dance.
A tall girl attracted Fang Minghua’s attention. She had a long braid and was actually wearing a 65-style female military uniform!
The dance is graceful. It looks like he has been trained. He is probably an artist.
After the song ended, Zhao Hongjun walked up to the girl and whispered a few words. The girl looked at Fang Minghua who was sitting on the sofa, nodded and walked over.
"Minghua, let me introduce you. This is Song Tangtang. She is my sister. She is from the Nanjiang Art Troupe and has just returned from visiting relatives. She is a very good dancer. I asked her to teach you."
"Hello." Fang Minghua stood up quickly and glanced at the girl in front of him.
No makeup, cool and glamorous.
He smiled and said: "Thank you, no, you can just play."
"I said Fang Minghua, why is a grown man so coquettish? If the girl is willing to teach you, just learn."
After hearing this, Fang Minghua had no choice but to take off the military coat he was wearing and make a request. posture.
At this time, the song sounded again in the tape recorder:
One day in a certain month of a certain year
Like a broken face
It's hard to say goodbye
Let everything go away
It's not easy
But we didn't cry
Old song "Just Like You" gentle".
The voice doesn't sound like Teresa Teng's singing. It sounds like it's Tsai Qin?
At this time, Song Tangtang had already begun to teach Fang Minghua how to dance.
"Attention! Your left hand is holding my right hand, higher than your shoulder. Your right hand is around my waist. Keep your chest up, your back up, and your abdomen in! This is the rhythm of four-four beats. You step left first. Feet!"
"Ready. Start!"
The two started dancing to the music.
Song Tangtang had long been mentally prepared to be stepped on by the opponent a few times, but he didn't expect that the opponent followed the rhythm without any chaos at all.
“You can dance ballroom?” Song Tangtang asked in surprise.
“Our magazine also held dance parties, so I learned from them.” Fang Minghua explained.
Song Tangtang didn’t say anything else, and the two of them just danced to the music silently.
The girl soon discovered. Not only can he dance, but he can also dance very well, with free steps and graceful movements.
The two became the center of attention.
Of course Fang Minghua did not learn it in a magazine. As a former post-80s generation, how could he not learn ballroom dancing in college?
After dancing to the song, Fang Minghua politely said "thank you" and then sat on the sofa alone.
At this time, Zhao Hongjun came over and said with a smile: "Minghua, yes, you can dance so well? Where did you learn it? Magazine?"
Fang Minghua nodded.
"Okay, then I can rest assured. We are all friends here. You can find any girl to dance with." Zhao Hongjun said.
"I know, just play with yourself."
The dance music started again, Zhao Hongjun found a girl to dance, but Fang Minghua sat on the sofa and did not move. In fact, he has already seen that these men and women, like Zhao Hongjun, are probably the sons of officials. He can feel the sense of alienation, especially those girls. Wearing turtleneck sweaters and jeans and bell-bottom pants, they are all as proud as little swans.
That’s right, why join together if you’re not in the same circle?
If it weren't for Zhao Hongjun, he would have left long ago.
But as soon as it comes, let’s make peace with it.
The heating in the room is very sufficient and very comfortable.
Fang Minghua felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the white porcelain tea cup on the table, and grabbed some tea leaves from the tea box next to him to give himself a cup of tea.
Took a sip lightly.
Great tea!
Like Longjing.
As expected, it is a leading family, and ordinary people cannot afford to drink.
Before time travel, Fang Minghua liked to drink tea. Naturally, he couldn’t afford to drink the top-quality Longjing tea that cost thousands of yuan per catty, but tea that cost several hundred yuan per catty was still okay. But when he came to this time and space, he could only drink it. The labor protection tea issued by the workplace is tea root and tea powder, and the taste is naturally relatively bad.
Now you can drink high-end tea and enjoy it naturally.
When Fang Minghua was enjoying tea leisurely, Song Tangtang was looking at him across from him and suddenly walked towards him.
"Fang Minghua, can we dance another song?"
Fang Minghua was stunned for a moment, but stood up quickly.
If the girl takes the initiative to invite you and doesn’t dance, then you are being too pretentious.
“Please!”
The two walked to the center of the room. This time it was a song with a four-three beat rhythm, which is usually called three steps. Fang Minghua took Song Tangtang and spun around the living room.
“You can dance very well in three steps.” Song Tangtang couldn’t help but say.
“Study in a magazine.”
“What do you do in a magazine?” the girl asked again.
“The doorman is the one who watches the gate.”
"Ah?! Doorman?" The girl's tone was very surprised, and her steps slowed down involuntarily.
Fang Minghua reminded, Song Tangtang quickly kept up with the rhythm.
At this time the dance music ended, Fang Minghua put down the girl's hand and sat on the original sofa again.
This time, Song Tangtang actually followed him, sat next to him and continued to ask:
"You said you were a guard? I don't believe it. Is there another Fang Minghua in your magazine?"< br>
"I'm the only one, what's wrong?"
"You're lying! There is also a writer named Fang Minghua in your magazine, who wrote the book "Into the Dust" and a poem!"
< br>"Have you read it?"
"My cousin has read it, and she let me read the little poem." Song Tangtang explained.
After listening to Song Tangtang’s words, Fang Minghua replied with a smile: “There seems to be no conflict between the two professions of writing and janitor, right?”
Oh, that’s it!
Song Tangtang understood.
It was the young doorman in front of me who wrote that novel and that poem!
Suddenly, Song Tangtang seemed to think of something and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" Fang Minghua felt that her smile was a little strange and couldn't help but ask.
"My cousin always thought Fang Minghua was an older man and called him teacher."
(End of Chapter)