Extra·Protagonist (End)

——Parallel time and space: When he stayed for three more minutes on a winter night.

1

On February 18, 2015, New Year's Eve, Beicheng Airport.

As night falls, the whole city is shrouded in the hazy cold fog.

After more than ten hours of flight, Bian Xu walked out of the airport and handed the suitcase to the driver. As soon as he got into the back seat, he received a call from home: "Why haven't you arrived yet? The dumplings are all wrapped, and I'll wait for you to come back and put them in the pot."

"Just get in the car, don't wait."

"You've only come back this year. You can't get together for a New Year's Eve dinner, what's the point..."

Bian Xu moved away from his phone and then moved the phone back to his ear: "What can I do with aviation control? Why do you ask why you only fog on New Year's Eve that day?"

He choked on the other end of the phone, and he threw down the words "Okay, go", cut off the phone, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The car drove away from the airport and headed to the old house of Bianjia from the airport road.

About an hour later, when the car stopped due to congestion, Bian Xu raised his eyelids and looked at his watch: "Where are you looking at which car to drill more?"

The driver sat upright and held the steering wheel: "This... I thought I wouldn't go to the main road, and there was no traffic light to get faster, but I didn't expect..."

Bian Xu sighed, turned his head and looked out the window, and suddenly saw a girl dancing in the circular square in the fence next to him.

Through an iron fence, you can vaguely see that the girl was wearing a white training suit and dancing classical ballet.

On New Year's Eve, there were still people who were full and were so full that they danced ballet on the school playground.

Bian Xu raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Where is this?"

The driver turned his head and saw: "It's the Affiliated Middle School of Beicheng Dance Academy."

Bian Xu looked at the congested vehicle in front of him and pointed to the curb: "Let's go in front."

The driver parked the car into the roadside parking space.

Bian Xu lowered the car window and looked out the window again. He saw the girl tilting her feet under the dim light, kicking her legs, and raising her arms and rotating smoothly for a week.

Soft arms, slender neck, slender ankles - extremely fragile lines with constant tenacity, with a contradictory and strange beauty.

As a dance ends, the girl gasps on the spot.

Bian Xu slowly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and recalled the scene in his mind. He gently tapped his index finger on his knees, and then tapped it a few more times, and there was a melody in his heart.

With the urgency of a sudden enlightenment, he opened his eyes and raised his chin at the driver: "Let's go."

"Maybe I can't leave yet. There seems to be some dispute in front of me, and it's still blocked..." The driver turned around with embarrassment, "How about I go down and see the situation, and you can wait a little?"

Bian Xu frowned, waved his fingers together, and signaled him to go.

The driver turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Bian Xu sat on the window ridge with his elbow for a while, patiently ran out, and opened the car door and walked down, rubbed his neck to flex his muscles and bones. When he raised his eyes, he saw the girl in the fence again.

She was no longer dancing, and was squatting on the ground with her head and knees buried, her shoulders trembling, and she looked like she was crying.

It was too far away and he saw only one back. He was not sure, but he felt curious.

It may be hard work to eat and cry on the school playground when you are full on New Year’s Eve, but it may be another story to eat and cry on the school playground when you are full on New Year’s Eve.

Looking at the iron door that was hidden beside him, Bian Xu pushed the door open and walked to the girl, looking at her with a contemptuous look.

The girl cried attentively, and seemed to have not noticed his approach and was still sobbing.

"Xiao--" The narration is very rare to meddle in other people's business, and the name is not smooth. The words "sister" come to his mouth, "Classmate?"

The girl suddenly raised her head, as if she was startled, and stood up suddenly.

Bian Xu saw her face with rain clearly and asked, "Why are you crying?"

"I..." The girl wiped tears with the back of her hands and picked up the down jacket on the ground, "I'm sorry uncle, I'll leave right away..."

"?"

Bian Xu blinked slowly, looked down at his outfit - he had just met with a conductor before boarding the plane, wearing a somewhat regular suit, and recalled his seemingly harsh tone just now - she regarded him as a security guard who came to drive people away.

"Little sister," Bian Xu sneered, "You call a twenty-year-old uncle, what do you call a thirty-year-old, grandpa?"

The girl was wearing a down jacket and was probably crying darkly before, and she couldn't see clearly when she looked up at his 20-year-old face. She pursed her lips awkwardly, and owed to him: "Sorry..."

Bian Xu wanted to say something, but suddenly noticed that the driver outside the fence waved vigorously to this side and told him that the road was open.

He looked at the little girl who was wiping her tears with her head down, pulled out the pocket towel in her left pocket of the suit, and handed it to her.

The girl raised her head hesitantly.

"Uncle gave it to you, wipe it." Bian Xu stuffed the pocket towel into her palm and turned around and left the school.

2

On July 14, 2015, at 2:00 pm, Nanhuai Dance Center.

It was the hot summer, and the sun was scorching, and the air was rippled by the sun. From a distance, it looked like a layer of fumigation mist.

Following New Year's Eve, Bianxue returned from Europe again after nearly half a year. At the joint invitation of the Nanhuai Ballet and the Nanhuai Opera House, he came here to prepare a song and dance drama.

Come from the airport and listen to the receptionists along the way to count the development history of Nanba and Nanhuai Opera House. Bian Xu's ears were already calloused, and his face turned cold to freezing point when he got off the bus.

But the receptionist seemed to feel that it was suitable for listening to stories when people were tired from the journey. They continued to introduce the development history of the dance center. After telling the past stories, they finally talked about the current situation: "The young actors of our dance troupe and the musicians in the opera house are already waiting in the theater to take promotional photos. Do you think you should go over and say hello to everyone first, or change your clothes and prepare for the shooting?"

Bian Xu replied indifferently: "Say hello, I'll ask you if you have breakfast, don't have enough lunch, when will you get off work at night, where will you plan to have a meal?"

"..." The receptionist probably heard his irony and took him to the locker room awkwardly.

Bian Xu changed into a formal tuxedo and followed the receptionist into the double doors of the theater.

The musicians chatting in the music pool immediately stood up when they heard the movement.

The ballerinas on the stage also looked at him.

Bian Xu walked through the audience and came to the stage, shook hands with the conductor of the Orchid: "Hello, Bian Xu."

There were rustling discussions on the stage.

The receptionist clapped his hands and signaled everyone to calm down: "Everyone, calm down, this person is..."

"No need to introduce it," Bian Xu glanced at the dark stage, interrupted him, "Let's start right."

The musician and the dancer took their place, and Bian Xu also sat down on the piano chair.

The photographer directed everyone's stance and posing in front of the tripod. After taking a group of photos, he made a "ok" gesture.

The head of the dance troupe checked the group photos and confirmed that they were correct. He asked the dancers and musicians to go to the backstage to rest first, then walked to the orchestra to ask the conductor and the border: "Why don't the two teachers stay and confirm the close-up photos?"

Bian Xu was about to wave his hand, but when he saw the commander responding first, he nodded and stood up.

This senior who conducts the experience belongs to Bian Xu, and his elders in terms of age, and has some connection with Mr. Bian. Before leaving, Mr. Bian specifically instructed him to try his best to cooperate with the work of the orchestra.

It is always difficult to avoid dealing with people in the circle. Bian Xu is tired of these and has decided to retreat behind the scenes after this year, but at least now, his playing career has not yet come to an end.

Bian Xu walked to the tripod patiently and watched the photographer call out several close-ups of him for him to choose.

"Whatever you want, you guys look at it."

"Then this one?" The photographer pointed to the photo on the camera. Due to the angle problem, the corner of the photo was shot into a corner of the stage. "This is a good look, and the corner can be cut here. Can you see it?"

"Okay." Bian Xu looked at the corner of the photo and said, but when he finished speaking, he paused. He remembered something and pointed to the group dancers in a corner of the stage, "Enlarge it."

The photographer magnified the corners.

The high-definition pixels allowed Bian Xu to see the face of the group dancer in the corner at a glance.

The memories of New Year's Eve suddenly emerged from my mind.

Bian Xu narrowed his eyes strangely, but after a few more glances, he became uncertain - after he went back that night, he just wrote a song, didn't ask who the girl's name was, nor did he go to that school again. He had already left this matter behind, but after nearly half a year, his impression was no longer so clear.

Besides, one is North City and the other is South Huai, it would be too coincidental if the same person is really the same person.

"Teacher Bian, are there any problems here?" asked the photographer.

Bian Xu did not answer him and turned his head to ask the dance troupe leader: "Is this your new actor?"

"Yes, I just got into the exam last month."

“Where did you get the exam?”

"Beiwu Affiliated Middle School."

There is such a coincidence in this world.

Bian Xu smiled incrediblely, looked at the person in the photo for a while, and asked again: "What's the name?"

"Liang Yixuan."

Bian Xu nodded and read it word by word: "Liang Yixuan."

3

On July 31, 2015, at 1:00 pm, Nanhuai Dance Center.

On the scorching sun, the sun is so fierce that people can't open their eyes. The sky is shrouded in the heat, so blurred that it is not real.
To be continued...