City Theatre in Amsterdam, late summer, North Holland.

The velvet red carpet was laid in an ancient auditorium built in the 19th century, and the horseshoe-shaped pool was full.

The harp's clear arpeggio and the melodious sound of flute floated in the air, and the large, medium and small violins and single and oboes were slowly lit up under the guidance of the rod.

Tonight, the ballet from Jiangnan, China will host its last European tour this summer.

The golden chandelier above the head has been extinguished, and the rich murals on all sides are hidden in the darkness, leaving only the high ground stage full of brilliance.

The ballerina wore an emerald crown and a green gradient knee-length gauze skirt. She raised her swan arms as soft as satin, her toes were tapped into a smooth and full curve.

"Sister Xuan also has this leg control state when she is sick. No wonder she is the chief solo dancer of our Nanba at the age of 21..." In the group dance team waiting for the side stage, the new girl whispered in a low voice.

"You don't know," said someone close to her. "She was promoted to this position at the age of nineteen."

The newcomer looked at the stage in surprise and saw Liang Yixuan's skirt as thin as a cicada's wings fly over a circle. Her slender neck and slender ankles made her look soft and boneless, as light as a dragonfly.

As the lights flowed, her white skin was covered with a hazy fog light, and her whole body seemed to be about to be accompanied by Sicilian dance music and feathered in the wind.

"I'm so old, why haven't I got a female lead after dancing solo dance for two years? I think Sister Yixuan is very hardworking. She is the first to go to the practice room and the last to leave every day. She looks very stern, but she seems to have no other life except dancing."

A third person interrupted: "That's not necessarily the case. I can't say that they are just arrogant and fairy-like in front of them. Haven't you heard of her privately staying at night a few days ago?"

The team teacher not far away turned around and gave a warning look.

Several people hurriedly shut up.

The dance music slowly fell to its end. Liang Yixuan stood out in a single foot under the concentration, with a pretty bow on her back, ending the solo dance with a clean and neat 90-degree kick. She pointed to the ground with her left toe and smiled and bowed to the curtain.

The applause of the pool was thundering.

Qin He on the side platform breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked towards Liang Yixuan: "How about your feet?"

Liang Yixuan calmed down her smile as soon as she arrived behind the scenes, calmed down and nodded: "I took painkillers before going on stage, but it didn't hurt anymore."

"Looking at the evening, I was worried. Fortunately, your child never fell off the chain on the stage." Qin He walked back with her shoulder, "But Achilles tendonitis is not a trivial matter. Pain-altzing drugs treat symptoms but not root causes. When you return to China, you must go to the hospital for a good examination."

Qin He was nagging, but Liang Yixuan slowed down.

"Teacher Qin," Liang Yixuan pursed her lips, "Can I not return to the team tonight?"

Qin He paused and suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard these days.

It was the second day after the dance troupe arrived in Amsterdam. The girl who lived with Liang Yixuan said that Liang Yixuan left the hotel room in the middle of the night and did not return until dawn.

Amsterdam is a lively city that never sleeps. There are other girls in the group who want to go out together in a fresh way. But it is said that Liang Yixuan did not leave the hotel, but spent the night in the presidential suite on the top floor of more than 400 square meters.

The meaning behind it is obvious.

Qin He was beaten to death at first and didn't believe it. Liang Yixuan was admitted to the dance troupe at the age of 17, and it can be said that she grew up watching her. Seeing that this child is a regular person, she has never heard of having a boyfriend, so how could he do anything?

But now, Qin He is a little uncertain.

Thinking of this, Liang Yixuan looked at her phone from time to time in the evening in the dressing room, and she didn't feel like she was confused because of Achilles tendonitis.

"Xiaoxuan," Qin He looked at her, "Have you been in love recently?"

Liang Yixuan opened her mouth but did not answer.

Qin He smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "The teacher asked casually, the tour was very successful, and it was also appropriate to relax after the end."

"Thank you, Teacher Qin."

On a cool summer night in late August, the city center of Amsterdam is full of tourists.

Liang Yixuan took off her performance makeup, changed into a dress with raw lucidum, and stood at the intersection near Leiden Square waiting for the car.

The canal, which was like a spider web, flashed with rippling waves in the distance, and the cruise ship was shuttled back and forth, and white waves were rolled up wherever they passed. Liang Yixuan had no intention of watching the fun and kept staring at her phone.

The mobile phone interface is stuck on the hot searches on Weibo. The topic marked as "explosion" is called #Bei Ying Bianxu#.

The names of two women and men are placed side by side, and you can smell the melon even if you don’t click on the details, let alone the weight of these two names-

Bei Ying, the overseas girl group ROF main dancer, has won prominent awards in the local music industry for four years and has been at the top. In recent years, as a Chinese artist, she has also attracted countless fans in domestic entertainment.

Bian and Syria, Asia's top music producer and composer, works span the dual fields of commercial music and serious music.

His commercial albums sold all of them worldwide at tens of millions, and the movie soundtracks have been nominated for international authoritative awards several times.

In the serious music circle at the top of the "Music Contempt Chain", his classical music achievements have also made some so-called academic elites who have high self-esteem shut their picky mouths and have been quiet in front of him from now on.

What's more topical is that this 24-year-old musician lives behind the scenes of Vanity Fair and rarely appears in public.

Two years ago, after the images of Bianxu appearing at a heavyweight award ceremony leaked, a Weibo blogger named "Did Bianxu debut today?" emerged and the speed of light accumulated a large number of fans.

The reason is very simple, that's it... When God opened the window of "Music Genius" to Bian Xu, he forgot to close the door of his "Face Genius".

Everyone thinks that such a person does not debut is a fatal loss to the entertainment industry.

Although Bian Xu has not made any debut so far, and he has not even applied for Weibo, two years later, when another image of him was exposed on the Internet and with Bei Ying's traffic, Weibo still exploded.

This image was taken a few days ago on the Valentine's Day night in a luxury hotel in Amsterdam.

Bian Xu stopped the sports car on the hotel porch, turned off the engine, threw the car keys to the parking staff, and walked into the hotel lobby with Bei Ying, the co-pilot.

In the picture, Bei Ying is dressed in a nightclub outfit, and her high heels are tilted step by step.

Bian Xu wore a white shirt with a crisp cut, with wide shoulders and narrow waists drawn neatly. Her legs under the black trousers were long and straight, so she stood out from the crowd and could not have misunderstood.

As two figures penetrated the revolving door, the picture ended abruptly.

But the story doesn't.

At least not in the minds of netizens.

The two of them had already topped the top spot in the evening, and the topic discussion is still high.

The parties involved have not yet come out to clarify.

On Weibo, there are people who are eating melons, those who are collapsed, those who are fighting each other, and those who are busy.

Liang Yixuan felt that this pair of golden boys and jade girls was indeed worthy of such enthusiasm. If she was the onlookers, she might also use this scandal as a topic of conversation after dinner.

If Bian Xu is not her boyfriend.

If her boyfriend did not come to another hotel as if nothing had happened on the Chinese Valentine's Day night and brought her to the presidential suite after a few hours of failure.

If she hadn't known why he had missed the appointment that day after seeing the hot searches.

Liang Yixuan lowered her eyes and looked at the screen of her phone, her eyes quietly falling on the hot comments: "I thought the song "Rosabella" in Bianxi had a realistic prototype, and the heroine was Bei Ying who solved the case and didn't run away!"

It was not until a taxi parked in front of him that Liang Yixuan locked the screen and opened the car door and went up: "Go to the dock, thank you."

Going out of the pier and taking a yacht in the middle of the night. When he arrived at the destination island, Liang Yixuan's stomach was already overturned. The first foot after getting ashore seemed to be stepping on cotton.

In the middle of the night, the man who drove to pick her up was also sleepy: "Ms. Liang."

Liang Yixuan apologized: "Sorry Assistant Lu, I'm disturbing you to rest."

This is a private island in Bianxu, and all the facilities on the island serve him alone. If it weren't for not being able to go to the island alone, Liang Yixuan really didn't want to cause trouble.

After all, Lu Yuan is Bian Xu's personal life assistant. He is busy enough when he is cooking all the trivial matters around him.

"What a big deal, don't be polite to me," Lu Yuan took her into the car. "You don't know. Following the boss's schedule, I was like an owl and I was hiding out every day and night. I didn't go to bed when I answered your phone."

"He hasn't been asleep yet?" Liang Yixuan asked, his tone was not surprising.

"I'm busy in the recording studio." Lu Yuan started the car and scratched his head, "By the way, I haven't told the boss about your coming... Last time I knocked on the door and interrupted his inspiration and was almost thrown into the sea to feed the sharks..."

"No hurry, I'll wait for him next door." Liang Yixuan was silent for a while, clenched the phone in her palm, "When is he going to go into seclusion?"

"It was about four or five o'clock yesterday afternoon, and it's been ten hours." Lu Yuan sighed, "Why are you saying that? Oh, 'There is only a line between a genius and a madman'. I feel that the boss is not far from mad every time he makes music. You can finally make him calm down."

Liang Yixuan shook her head: "I don't have the ability."

Lu Yuan was about to joke, but turned around and saw that Liang Yixuan had no smile on her face, as if she was saying this seriously.

Not sure if he said the wrong thing, Lu Yuan didn't take it for a while.

The car drove smoothly on the winding asphalt road, slowly winding upwards.

The street lights emitted starry lights, illuminating the mountains and green vegetation.

"You listen to the song first to nourish your spirits, and I will call you when I arrive." Realizing that the atmosphere was too quiet, Lu Yuan turned on the car audio.

The prelude to the Gothic style sounded, and the lyrics came out, and Liang Yixuan recognized the song at once—

The first gunshot on the snowy night sunk the moon

See the opening of Adolf Adam's dance music

Girl wearing white lace tray black long hair

Barefoot and flawless moonlight

Soft red lips less love words

Then give her a dream

Let the infinite tremor water her

Teach her to raise her swan neck

Honest and enthusiastic expression
To be continued...