The pomp and glory fade away, and people are more lonely than fireworks.
This rain came unexpectedly, and it was accompanied by a frightening thunder.
Hurrying back from the dance training room on her bicycle, the little girl, whose clothes were half-wet, took out the key from her pocket and hurriedly opened the door. She turned on the switch and carefully took out the registration form of Youth with You 2, which was wrapped in her clothes to avoid being wet by the rain, and placed it on the table. She carefully pressed it down with an old newspaper.
He found a cup and brewed a cup of coffee to warm his cold hands. He gently stirred it and took a sip. He held the cup and walked to the window. He looked at the bustling city in the heavy rain and silently spaced out for a while.
The thunderstorm outside was getting stronger, but the tables, chairs, and teacups in the room were getting more and more peaceful.
However, she suddenly remembered that she had yet to make dinner for tonight. She could not help but sigh slightly and gently put the cup back on the table. She put on her coat again and put the key away. She silently closed the door. Only the sound of the clock ticking and the sound of the rain could be heard in the room...
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The little girl's surname was Nan Ruojin, and she was from Nanjing. She was 18 years old and her name was derived from Yiyi's " Huaiyan, Zhuyu, but I don't know what to say ". Her name was somewhat similar to her father's good friend, the Chinese scholar Nan Huaijin.
Perhaps this was also because her father hoped that she would become a talented scholar in the future…
Thus, Nan Ruojin had been reading Tang and Song poems since she was young, tasting the poems of Adonis, looking at the world with her eyes, learning from Zhang Ailing's elegance, and experiencing Liang Shiqiu's casual and gentle growth.
However, after the little girl came into contact with the piano and other instruments for the first time, she fell in love with music and the stage. She wanted to write music that touched the soul like poetry.
Nan Ruojin was born into a scholarly family. Her father was the secretary of the Nanjing City Party Committee, so her stage dream was in conflict with her family's ideology of " everything is inferior, only studies are superior ". As expected, she was opposed by almost everyone.
The little girl had been very obedient since she was young and became the "child of others" that everyone envied. She got first place in various cultural exams. Because of her congenital blue-gray iris, it looked like she hid the eyes of the "sea of stars". She also participated in the "Memoirs of a Geisha", and even wrote a French poem to Mark Long and got a reply. She once dominated the trending searches and so on.
She had all kinds of dazzling halos, but she wanted to use music and the stage to accompany her life. No matter what, she wanted to seize this opportunity to give it a try before her college entrance examination.
Finally, under the little girl's coaxing and pestering, she obtained her mother's consent. On the premise that her academic performance would not decline, she secretly sent her on the train to Shanghai to chase her dream when her father, who had already expressed his "extreme opposition", went to work.
The price to pay for being willful like this was also very cruel. If she did not succeed this time, Nan Ruojin would have to listen to all the arrangements her family had made for her future and walk the path that her family had planned since she was born.
The little girl rented a small house of her own here. It was a little far from the dance practice room, so she could only ride a bicycle back and forth. However, her dance teacher, Wang Xiaoya, was said to be an external dance teacher who created 101. This was a great help to her in choosing songs on the stage of Youth and You, as well as how to "survive" in this kind of talent show variety show.
Thus, even though she had to spend a lot of money to attend a class, it was tiring and the training was heavy, but she was still very happy because Nan Ruojin had a sense of freedom as if she was holding her life in her own hands.
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This was Nan Ruojin's first New Year alone.
In order to prevent herself from playing on the stage of youth, the little girl spent all her time and energy practicing her dance and vocal music.
"It's a little boring…"
After buying the food, the little girl returned to the small house she rented in Shanghai. She cleaned up the dust and tidied up the house. She hung the word "Fu" on the wall and pasted a couplet with the help of her neighbor's grandmother. It also had some New Year flavor.
He listened to the sounds of various advertisements coming from the newly purchased color TV, mixed with many comforting blessings, but they were soon drowned out by the noisy environment of the rain and leaves outside.
Nan Ruojin couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. It was an indescribable feeling and his forehead was slightly hot. He didn't know if it was because he caught a cold from the rain.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. It rained heavily. There were no pedestrians on the streets, and there was no sound from the buildings.
A sparrow also landed on the balcony to take shelter from the rain. She wondered if it was the one that had stopped to listen when she was practicing the piano last night.
After a busy night, the little girl put the frozen dumplings she bought from the supermarket into the pot and hurriedly took a cold medicine with water. Then, she looked at the white elves rolling in the boiling water. The boiling water was steaming, and her vision was blurry.
She now missed the days when she traveled with her parents, listening to the Scottish sailors blowing bagpipe, enjoying the rattan chairs in the breeze, eating salted peanuts, admiring the neon lights on rainy nights, and reaching out to pick the green leaves from the top of the trees from the double-decker car.
It was said that the drizzle was depressing, especially when she was alone. Every time it rained, Nan Ruojin would always think of the past or worry, and she would become depressed and dispirited. The so-called feeling of missing home was probably like this.
Under the influence of her family, her "sentimental" mood, which was unique to scholars, was 70% similar.
This was the first time the little girl had been away from her parents for so long. She raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. However, since she had chosen her dream, she had to bid farewell to the comfort and hardship that accompanied it. She could not give up.
The bubbling sound of water vapor in the pot pulled Nan Ruojin back from his thoughts that had drifted to the Qinhuai River in Jinling. The little girl hurriedly scooped the dumplings that she did not know if they were cooked or not into the porcelain plate that she had carefully prepared. After all, no matter how ugly or disgusting the food was, it was still edible with its beauty.
Fortunately, the rain had stopped, and the streets were filled with the scent of New Year again.
Nan Ruojin walked to the balcony and leaned on it to look at the lights outside. She listened to the sounds of the neighbors pushing glasses and exchanging drinks as she silently ate the dumplings she had just cooked.
The family sat idle, the lights were friendly,
"Hello? Mother!"
"Yes, Mom, happy New Year. I'm doing fine here. The dance teacher said that I'm improving very quickly."
"I still have enough money, so you don't have to send me more money. Youth has your recording location in Changlong, Guangzhou. You don't have to spend money on it."
"And happy new year, dad."
"I know Dad has always cared about me, but if I don't try, I'm afraid that I'll regret it in the future."
"I will work hard."
"Okay, goodbye, Mom. I love you too, and Dad."
When the phone rang with a beeping tone, Nan Ruojin couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. She gently tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear. Her inexplicably frustrated mood seemed to have become much more relaxed after this call.
The little girl who was sitting on the chair and watching the city under the sunset happily kicked her calves and stuffed another dumpling into her mouth.
"Yes."
It seemed that even the dumplings produced on the assembly line had become delicious.
All the beauty of life turned into a happy new year. Then, white snowflakes danced in the sky, falling to every corner of the world, clean and dirty.
It had not snowed in Shanghai for a long time, but there were some snowflakes this year. Perhaps it was destined to be an unusual year.
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