Liang Yixuan didn't have time to pay attention to the bad things in her mouth.

She raised her hand, asked him to wait, and turned to look back carefully.

During the seven years she studied in Beicheng, she usually stayed at school or performed outside during summer vacation, and mostly went back to Nanhuai to rest during winter vacation. The Spring Festival was an exception when she was seventeen years old.

Half a year left before graduation, there are two choices in front of her: one is to continue studying, and the other is to join the dance troupe to be a professional actor.

Because her physical condition and professional quality are enough to enter the domestic front-line dance troupe, the teachers advised her not to waste her golden period and to go directly to her career after graduation.

My mother also meant this, and she always expressed her wish to enter Beiba.

She was used to following her mother's opinions professionally, and at first she agreed to this choice.

Because Beiba's first exam was shortly after the New Year, my mother was worried that she would be distracted, so she took her grandmother to Beicheng and decided to spend that year in Beicheng.

That New Year's Eve, the three of them had a New Year's Eve dinner at the teacher's apartment at the affiliated middle school. After dinner, she accidentally heard a conversation between her mother and grandmother outside the kitchen door.

Mom told her grandmother: "If Xiaoxuan can enter Beiba, I will no longer teach in the affiliated high school, so I will accompany her into the group."

Grandma asked: "You have been away from there for so many years. Can they still want you?"

Mom said: "I've contacted you, there's no big problem. The worst thing is that outside the system, just look at Xiaoxuan anyway."

At that moment, the strong sense of oppression suddenly made her breathless.

When she was six years old, she was enlightened by her mother in a daze. She laid the foundation for toe dancing with her mother for four years. After she was ten years old, she entered a professional school and still studied under her mother's nose. She called her mother "teacher" every day.

Other students were scolded for being trained at school, and when they returned home, they were cared for by their fathers and mothers, but for her, the home and school were the same place.

My mother ignored her before she was six years old, and after she was six years old, she began to play the role of a strict teacher in front of her again.

Over the years, she often had the illusion of separation, wondering whether Liang Qin was her mother.

Why can other peers snuggle in their mother's arms and act coquettishly or lose their temper with their mother? But the closest distance she is only polite and respectful to her mother. Apart from ballet, the mother and daughter have nothing to say or have no intention to talk about.

She thought that by the time she graduated from the affiliated high school and entered society independently, she would be able to get rid of this deformed mother-daughter relationship and let her mother be just a mother.

But her mother said that she would continue to follow her into the dance troupe and teach her forever.

A suffocation pushed her, making her desperately want to escape from the apartment.

But she didn't even have the courage to rush out of the house, and she was still worried that her mother and grandmother would worry.

Before leaving, she went back to her room to change into a set of exercise clothes and told her mother that she wanted to go to the classroom to practice exercises for a while.

After leaving the apartment, she took a long walk alone. As she walked to the school playground, she saw the circular square on the playground.

I remembered the incident of shooting outdoor ballet promotional videos with other student representatives in the circular square before the holiday. Because of an industry senior, I made an irresistible mistake in front of an industry senior. My mother was indifferent to her for three days, and she also suffered from insomnia for three nights. She had been dancing ballet for eleven years and suddenly questioned herself. Is there any other possibility for her life besides ballet?

If she gave up ballet, wouldn’t she be able to be a normal mother and daughter with her mother?

At that moment, she didn't know what she wanted to vent but had nowhere to vent. She walked to the bottom of the square shed without knowing it, as if she couldn't feel cold. She was wearing a practice uniform and danced the previous mistakes again.

On the cold winter, New Year's Eve, it feels like I'm full.

...

Liang Yixuan slowly came to her senses and nodded slightly to Bian Xu, who was standing beside her, said: "Stand by...that night..."

"Damn..."

"Mom!"

——On the sofa, Cheng Nuo and Zhao Mengen shouted in unison.

Bian Xu looked at Liang Yixuan quietly for a while, smiled and shook her head, as if she felt incredible.

Liang Yixuan choked up.

Bian Xu wouldn't think she was mad at the point of being angry, so she should have taken the prototype.

But that New Year's Eve was very special for her. She had the idea of ​​leaving North City and leaving her mother in that circular square.

She will not remember correctly.

If Bian Xu had not taken the initiative to mention this matter, she had not planned to ask about Rosabella's prototype today, but now things have developed like this...

Is there another fool who is full and full like her in the dance school in Jeonbuk-sung?

Liang Yixuan looked at Bian Xu: "Did you see a circular square with a greenhouse?"

Bian Xu glanced openly and recalled for a while: "..."

Cheng Nuo and Zhao Mengen on the sofa changed from Ge You to kneeling, and stared at the back of the sofa and stared at the two of them.

Bian Xu made a gesture of waiting like Liang Yixuan just now and called: "Four years ago, on New Year's Eve, did you pick me up at Beicheng Airport?"

The driver on the other end of the phone seemed to be confused by this inexplicable question and said carefully: "Boss, I don't remember..."

Well, I don’t even remember this, let alone where I passed that night.

Bian Xu frowned and thought about it, but he really didn't remember which dance school it was.

Before he was twenty, he spent much more days in Europe than in China, and he was not familiar with North City. He only remembered that his car was parked at an intersection. He accidentally saw someone dancing in the playground in the fence next to him. He asked the driver where he was. The driver signed up for a school name.

He asked the driver to stop, moved the window and looked away for a while.

"What dance schools do you pass from Airport Road to the old house?" Bian Xu asked in a second question.

The driver thought for a while and replied: "There are no more than 'the boss', but there are several schools, but the dance schools should be only Beicheng Dance Academy and their affiliated high school."

"..." Bian Xu hung up the phone and slowly lowered his hand holding the phone.

Zhao Mengen remembered that Liang Yixuan had mentioned her alma mater before and asked urgently: "Is it really a high school affiliated to Beicheng Dance Academy?!"

Bian Xu raised his index finger and pressed his temples, but he didn't respond, but his complicated expression had already explained the answer.

Liang Yixuan stared at him, recalling the "snow night" and "moon" mentioned in the lyrics of "Rosabella", and confirmed: "But I remember that it was cloudy that night, without the moon, and without snow..."

Bian Xu sighed: "The moon is a street light, and the snow is frost formed on the grass."

“…then I didn’t dance Adolf Adam’s drama.”

"But you should be wearing a white one-piece dress?" Bian Xu spread his hands, "I just thought of Giselle."

The information corresponds to the correct information.

Liang Yixuan fell silent.

Bian Xu didn't say anything anymore, and looked at Liang Yixuan's eyes with helpless acceptance.

He always wrote a song and threw a song, satisfying his desire to create and experiencing the passion of the creative process, so the song was useless for him.

I have written so many songs over the years, "Rosabella" is just one of the most ordinary songs. The prototype that gave him inspiration and the source of inspiration for other songs - the sky, the sea or the forest - belongs to the same category, and there is nothing worth discussing.

When people asked about Rosabella in the past, he always thought these people were funny and boring, and he didn't take the prototype they were passionate about gossiping at all.

He thought he hadn't.

But it turned out that after four years, when he walked all over the theater for his lack of inspiration, the one who gave him the spark was Rosabella back then.

Then how could he still say confidently that Rosabella was just an ordinary inspiration to him, just a chance that was not worthy of truth?

She is his necessity.

He has to accept this fate.

Cheng Nuo looked at the surging expressions of the two calming down, quietly pulled Zhao Mengen away, took her to the double room on the second floor, and after closing the door, shook her shoulders and screamed: "I'm betrayed! I won't trip over Bian Xu anymore! How could there be such a good CP!"

Compared to Cheng Nuo's excitement at CP, Zhao Mengen seemed more despaired and sighed and said, "Oh, it turns out that the male god is destined to be a goddess, and I am only worthy of being a little fan."

"You can live on the same roof as your idol for so long, you are already the shark fin among fans, okay!" Cheng Nuo hit Zhao Mengen's shoulder to comfort her.

"That's the same, I secretly told you that the fourth female lead was not me. I was temporarily invited by the program team after Teacher Bian was on the show."

Cheng Nuo was stunned and realized that Bian Xu should have temporarily replaced the original male fourth, and after Bian Xu airborne, the popularity of the program revolved around him. The program team probably wanted to replace a female fourth who was related to Bian Xu to see if it could have a catalytic effect on the emotional line.

"Who is the original fourth female?" Cheng Nuo asked.

Zhao Mengen shrugged: "I don't know this."

Cheng Nuo shook his head: "What a pity, you couldn't tell me what happened to you when you came. Instead, I squeezed out the official rations that our Brother Ji might have assigned."

"..." Zhao Mengen pouted.

The two chatted in the room for a while, and Cheng Nuo suddenly remembered something: "Yes, I got Rosabella's first-hand information. I should go to Weibo to slap those sour chickens in the face, otherwise that just happened on Friday, and I missed the timeliness of the face slap!"

"Are you going to speak with a large number? But without the consent of the program team, you should not spoil such important content."

Cheng Nuo scratched his head, thinking that it was not enough to use a large size, but he could use a small size to say that Liang Yixuan is Rosabella, so no one believed it.

She sat down on the sofa, logged into Weibo to check out the latest verbal situation.

Let’s talk about Liang Yuan’s CP fans and fans who are suspected of Bei Ying’s quarrels.

One side was holding on to the concept of "White Moonlight", saying that Liang Yixuan was so pitiful. On the other side, the CP fans who talked about Liang Yuan hint that Bei Ying was not worthy of being a substitute, or that these keyboard warriors were unethical and disturbed their own cuteness.

In short, although it hit back, the strength was not particularly strong.

Cheng Nuo had a mouth and couldn't speak. He was just in a hurry when he suddenly saw a latest comment jumping out: "Sisters, don't argue! Go and watch the surprise easter egg posted by the official variety show!"

The screenwriter's thinking gave Cheng Nuo a strong intuition. She quickly opened the official blog of Love and the official blog was indeed a few minutes ago.

The title of the caption #Liang Yixuan is Rosabella#, the main content: "^_^Don't argue, thank you for helping Teacher Bian find his Rosabella."
To be continued...