Chapter 5: Linghu Chong's Misfortune

  The most helpless one was Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu had a good figure, 1.7 meters tall, the tallest girl in the whole class. And her dance partner Lu Da You, we know his nickname is "monkey". Lu Da You's comprehension was not bad, so Ah Zhu accommodated him with smaller steps, and their dance moves were the most harmonious pair on the entire dance floor. But in the end, Ah Zhu couldn't help but let go of Lu Da You, covering her mouth and laughing out loud.

  Lu Da was a bit puzzled and said: "A Zhu, don't smile so slyly, I'm afraid of you."

  A Zhu said: "Who made you always scratch my waist, I just want to laugh"

  Lu Da You only realized the problem now, because compared to A Zhu, he was half a head shorter. According to standard posture, putting his right hand on A Zhu's shoulder blade would be very strenuous. So although Lu Da You still remembered to correct his posture at first, as they jumped around, his hand slid down to A Zhu's waist. A Zhu was extremely ticklish and felt that Lu Da You's hand was scratching her waist, finally unable to hold back her laughter.

  "Ah, Ah Zhu you're too high up, I feel like I'm climbing trees when I was a kid. Lu Da Yu is laughing mischievously."

  "I won't dance with you again, if I do, I'll laugh to death!" Ah Zhu laughed and ran to the side of the stage.

  Lu Da looked at Gao Genming who was standing beside him and couldn't find a dance partner: "Huh? Shall we brothers dance together?"

  "Come if you dare, who's afraid of whom?"

  Figures flashed one by one before Ah Zhu's eyes, and Ah Zhu suddenly saw Ouyang Ke with Ah Zi.

  "Where is Qiao Feng?" A Zhu's heart jumped out with this thought.

  At this time, A Zhu smelled a faint scent of tobacco, which was not far from her.

  Most of the boys who have just entered university are not yet cool enough to sacrifice their meal tickets to smoke. Smoking represents a kind of experience, representing that this person has had some boring nights, with nothing but a cigarette in his mouth. For example, Qiao Feng.

  Qiao Feng is not far from A Zhu in terms of distance. Qiao Feng is far away from everyone, which refers to his mental state. In the dance hall where everyone laughs, jumps, collides and apologizes to each other, Qiao Feng is smoking.

  Qiao Feng leaned against the wall, smoking. The beam of colored lights swept across, occasionally revealing a face with strong lines, and then Qiao Feng disappeared into the darkness again. All that could be discerned was a faint blue wisp of smoke beside him.

  Qiao Feng didn't particularly dislike dancing, but first of all, he thought it was not cool at all and had a bit of a petty bourgeoisie taste. Moreover, Qiao Feng was a thorough roughneck. Although he joined the student union as soon as he entered school and led the ballroom dance every year, he himself was the biggest ignorant in national standard ballroom dance and a stubborn element that couldn't be eliminated.

  Moreover, he no longer had the mood for dancing, due to Azhu's brand new white handkerchief used to tie up her hair.

  Past events are like old songs on a hard drive, although they have become outdated and even annoying to oneself, but every time you replay them, it's as if you're back in the past. Unfortunately, one is no longer the same person from the past. This contrast sometimes makes people feel terrified, sometimes sad, and even at a loss for what to do.

  Unfortunately, Qiao Feng didn't like any of the emotions that came with anxiety and sadness. He just wanted to smoke a cigarette and quickly drive away all the jumbled thoughts, so he wouldn't be trapped in a city of memories.

  It's been October, and Kang Min has been gone for four months. Qiao Feng can't remember how many times he walked out of the public phone booth on the edge of Building One with an IC card in his hand, still echoing with various voices saying "I don't know". Under the lush trees, Qiao Feng sometimes had an illusion that as long as he walked into the door of Building One, he could see the girl in a black cheongsam leaning against the newspaper stand reading the paper.

  Qiao Feng felt that an era in his life was slowly coming to a close, but unfortunately he was a very rough person and couldn't express it. He now thought of some things from the past and found them laughable, sometimes also regrettable. These things he didn't want to tell anyone about, not even himself could hardly remember them anymore. But seeing the white handkerchief on Ah Zhu's head, this feeling quietly rose up again.

  Perhaps there is no one in the world who is truly rough, some people appear to be rough just because they are unwilling to face some delicate emotions. Like Qiao Feng.

  Qiao Feng rarely had dreams, he hadn't even dreamed of his own father before, but last night he dreamed of Kang Min.

  He dreamed of himself holding Kang Min's hand and walking in the campus of Bian Da, the road was long and the wind was cold, only Kang Min's palm was warm. The leaves of the ginkgo tree were like thousands of small yellow fans in the autumn wind, falling one after another, an era's dream fell, Qiao Feng and Kang Min held hands and walked on the road with fallen leaves after the rain, surrounded by no one.

  In front of him was fog, and behind him was also fog. The ancient houses on both sides of the road were hazy in the fog, and Qiao Feng felt that those dark windows were empty, with no one inside. In the entire Bian Da world, there was not a single person; he and Kang Min walked forward hand in hand.

  There is no end in front of you.

  "Hey, Qiao Feng pushed Linghu Chong and suddenly he was driven out of his deep thoughts while smoking."

  "Damn it, fake corpse?" Qiao Feng cursed.

  "Aren't you going dancing?"

  "Are you kidding me?" Qiao Feng said condescendingly, "Originally our department was also a place that produced beauties, but with your generation the quality has dropped so quickly, who am I supposed to dance with?"

  Perhaps to cover up the fact that he had some petty capitalist thoughts just now, Qiao Feng said loudly. Fortunately, there were not many people who noticed him in the music. Or, to say, only one. After saying this, Qiao Feng looked around with a guilty conscience, Ah Zhu was leaning against the wall not far from him, presumably having heard his heroic words.

  Qiao Feng scratched his head, embarrassed and smiling, looking at A Zhu with both hands clasped together on her skirt, her long skirt and hair, the white handkerchief on her hair so clear.

  "Wrong, wrong!" Qiao Feng felt embarrassed and turned around to make a silly gesture with his hands on his head, with his thumbs pressed against his temples and his palms open.

  Qiao Feng's awkward appearance was a bit silly, and Zhu smiled slightly. But looking at Qiao Feng's back as he quickly turned around and left, Zhu felt a little empty inside - "Really not good-looking?"

  At this time, Qiao Feng suddenly turned his head and ran back: "Classmate, is dancing good?"

  Qiao Feng grasped Ah Zhu's soft hand, and at that moment, Ah Zhu's heart moved slightly, as if a feather had accidentally swept across it. It was just such a slight movement, yet it made Ah Zhu's heart tremble with fear.

  In fact, Qiao Feng did not suddenly burst with love. However, he felt that speaking ill of a girl behind her back was very shameless, and according to his experience, Ah Zhu would definitely help him spread the word at the bedside meeting, so he would be thoroughly condemned by a group of chattering little girls. So Qiao Feng decided to show some apologetic sincerity to comfort Ah Zhu's little heart, that is, to dance with her. This was the greatest punishment for Qiao Feng himself, and it must be said that it was very sincere.

  Her dance steps were far from elegant, but Qiao Feng's hand on her back was warm and made her feel flustered. Ah Zhu wasn't a shy girl, even when Lu Da Yu touched her waist while they danced earlier, she didn't get angry. But now, she could clearly feel Qiao Feng's hand on her skin, separated only by a thin layer of clothing, so her face began to burn.

  A Zhu didn't dare to raise her head, always thinking that Qiao Feng was looking down at her. In fact, Qiao Feng kept his head down because he was afraid of stepping on A Zhu's delicate black velvet dance shoes with a heavy foot. Unlike Ouyang Ke, in Qiao Feng's eyes, A Zhu was a very obedient and timid newcomer, so she couldn't be treated like a basketball. This kind of girl made Qiao Feng think of his own poor and bygone era, and he said to himself: "Damn! I'm old!"