Chapter 19 Swing Dance
This time, Song Tangtang was not wearing a military uniform. He was wearing a red turtleneck sweater, flared jeans, canvas shoes, and his original big braid was also put into a ponytail, and he was dancing to the rhythm.
It seems like a swing dance?
It looks like a disco again?
Actually, Fang Minghua couldn’t tell the difference between the two, but it was obvious that Song Tangtang danced very well.
Elegant yet elegant in her unrestrained dance steps.
After dancing, Song Tangtang saw Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun standing by the wall and walked over.
I greeted Zhao Hongjun first, and then said to Fang Minghua: "Here you are? I just danced swing dance, can you do it?"
"A little bit."
"Ah? You can do this too?" Song Tangtang was very surprised.
"Minghua said that their magazine held a dance party in the cafeteria." Zhao Hongjun explained next to him.
Song Tangtang didn’t believe it.
At this time, the dance music sounded again:
My lovely her, where are you
Why is there no news about her
Where is my lovely her?
It was sung by the same singer just now, and the melody was very cheerful.
Fang Minghua seems to have heard this song before, but can't name it.
Song Tangtang spoke: "Fang Minghua, let's dance a song?"
"Isn't it a solo dance? A double dance?" Fang Minghua was a little confused.
"Did you know? Swing dancing can be done alone or together."
Fang Minghua really didn't know.
“Let’s go.”
Fang Minghua had no choice but to follow Song Tangtang to the center of the ballroom.
“Follow the rhythm, you don’t need to hold hands, the movements are very casual, pay attention to the twisting of the hips, and the most important swing! Move left, right, forward and back, change the center of gravity in turn, from one foot to the other That’s how it swings from side to side!”
The girl started dancing to the rhythm.
Although Fang Minghua didn’t dance much swing dance, he danced disco and later learned ghost dance for a while, but they were actually pretty much the same.
Looking at the girl's movements, Fang Minghua slowly started to follow her, and became much more proficient in her movements after dancing to the song.
"Yes, that's good. Your magazine really does swing dancing." The girl nodded.
Then the two danced another song. This time Fang Minghua let go and his movements became much more skillful. With this cooperative partner, Song Tangtang danced even more happily.
In the end, there were several ballet dancing figures in the air, which aroused applause from the audience.
Fang Minghua cannot learn this.
After dancing the song, the two of them stood by the wall again. Song Tangtang seemed to feel a little hot, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her face, and suddenly said, "Wait a minute." She turned around and walked out of the dance hall. go.
After a while, Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang walking back, but he was holding two bottles of soda with straws in his hands.
“Give!”
"Thank you!"
Fang Minghua took it over without any courtesy and looked at it under the light.
It’s not the Arctic Ocean, it’s the Ice Peak!
This is an old brand in Anxi.
Fang Minghua remembers that before he traveled through time, he came to Anxi to visit the Tang Dynasty that never sleeps. Liangpi, Roujiamo and this ice peak were called the Sanqin set meal.
In this day and age, he had seen it in some grocery stores, but it was not cheap at 20 cents a bottle.
I took a sip with the straw in my mouth. It was sweet, sour, and orange-flavored. The taste and the packaging seemed to have not changed in decades?
“Don’t throw the bottle away after drinking. I paid a deposit.” Song Tangtang reminded.
At this moment, Zhao Hongjun came over and said: "Tangtang, okay, you invited Minghua but you didn't invite me?" "Brother Hongjun." Song Tangtang rolled his eyes at him: "This Damn, have you drank too much?”
"That's true. I just returned to the city. It's so fresh. I drink several bottles every day. Now that I drink this taste, I feel like vomiting. Okay, you guys can chat."
Zhao Hongjun walked into a crowd of people again, Chatted with some girls.
"Fang Minghua, change the bottles later and let's continue dancing!" Song Tangtang said.
"Still dancing? Song Tangtang, the Red Army told me that you are a dancer in the art troupe, right? Don't you dance often?"
"That's different! To dance in the art troupe, you have to strictly follow the rehearsal rules Come on, if you dance wrong, you will be criticized! It’s not like this dance, I can dance however I want!”
This is true.
Fang Minghua nodded and asked casually:
"Is it hard for the art troupe to rehearse?"
"It's not too hard, at most it's a bit tiring. It’s not life-threatening to sweat a little, and it’s much safer than going to the front to fight.”
Fang Minghua knows that there is a war going on in the southern border.
But what surprised him was: "Aren't you from the art troupe? Why are you still going to fight?"
"Who said people from the art troupe don't go to the front line to fight?!" Song Tangtang looked at Fang Minghua with wide eyes; "We Of course it won’t be like ordinary soldiers, but you will also need to participate in certain military training. Target practice, grenade throwing, and camping training are all necessary! What if you encounter an enemy during the performance? "
"What do you think the art troupe will do? Just singing and dancing for the soldiers in the rear areas or hospitals? No! We all have to go to the front line to do propaganda performances.”
"Isn't that dangerous?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.
“There is definitely danger, but compared with the front-line soldiers, we are still relatively safe, even if we run outside all day long. The sun in southern Xinjiang is poisonous, and applying cream will not work at all. After a few days , all as tanned as chimpanzees.”
Damn it!
Fang Minghua felt that he had been deceived by a certain director's photo of all the girls in the art troupe having big white legs.
Fang Minghua couldn't tell whether the girl in front of him had fair or dark skin. The few times he saw her, it was at night and the lighting was not very good.
He wanted to take a closer look at the girl’s skin color, but of course he was embarrassed to say it, so he changed the topic and asked:
“You are going back to the army after the Chinese New Year, right?”
"Yeah, so, let's have fun now."
At this time, the music started playing again. After Song Tangtang took the last sip of the drink, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth elegantly, and said to Fang Minghua: " Let’s go and dance!”
“What about this drink bottle?”
“Put it in the corner, no one wants it, let’s go” the girl said. He pulled Fang Minghua's arm.
He had no choice but to put the bottle in the corner and follow Song Tangtang into the center of the ballroom.
Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang spent the entire night dancing enthusiastically until the dance ended at almost 11 o'clock.
Both of them got on Zhao Hongjun’s big red flag and drove Fang Minghua first to the magazine’s family home on Jianguo Road.
"Goodbye! Slow down on the road!" Fang Minghua said and got out of the car.
"Bye."
"Goodbye! Fang Minghua!" Song Tangtang suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Fang Minghua turned around and looked at the girl sitting in the passenger seat in the car.
"I have only read a little bit of your poetry collection. I want to take it to the army to read. Is that okay? I will return it to you next time I return to Anxi." Song Tangtang said.
"It doesn't matter, just take your time and watch." Fang Minghua said, turned around and entered the gate of the family courtyard.
Zhao Hongjun said nothing.
He looked at Song Tangtang beside him, and then at Fang Minghua who had disappeared into the gate, as if he was thinking of something, thoughtfully.
"What's wrong? Brother Red Army?" Song Tangtang turned her head and looked at him.
"Nothing, let's go, I'll take you home." With that said, Zhao Hongjun started the car.
(End of this chapter)