The dreams are endless and endless, ignorant he seems to be back when he was a child.
At that time, his father’s company had not gone bankrupt, and his mother had not died of a serious illness. He had a lot of time to spend time with his classmates in dance clubs to learn to dance, whether it was the rhythmic h!p-HOP, or the passionate and unrestrained ethnic group and jazz. It seems to have flooded my entire life.
On this day, the sun was very bright. My father went to work with a briefcase. After my mother made a fragrant omelette for him, he went to buy vegetables with a basket. He sneaked out of the quilt, turned the window for two days and ran to the rooftop to practice the dance of the next day of the festival.
When the music sounded, he stretched his body and rotated in place. The music was getting faster and faster. He felt powerless, but couldn’t stop. He was dizzy. At this time, someone suddenly called him “Jinshu! Jinshu!”
This voice was so warm and familiar, as if it was pulling people out of the deep water again. He turned around in surprise, opened his mouth and tried to call out the name of this person, but his throat seemed to be severely choked by someone, why? I couldn’t utter those two words. I stretched out my hand to grab his hand, but my body didn’t have a good balance. I tripped over the tape recorder on one side and fell straight upstairs…
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