Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 19 Swing Dance

This time, Song Tangtang was not wearing a military uniform. He was wearing a red turtleneck sweater, flared jeans, canvas shoes, and his original big braids were tied into a ponytail. He was dancing to the rhythm.

Like swing dancing?

It's like disco?
  In fact, Fang Minghua couldn't tell the difference between the two, but it was obvious that Song Tangtang danced very well.

Elegant yet graceful in her unrestrained dance steps.

After dancing to the song, Song Tangtang saw Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun standing by the wall and walked over.

First he greeted Zhao Hongjun, and then said to Fang Minghua: "Here you come? I just danced the swing dance, can you do it?"

"A little bit."

"Ah? You can do this too?" Song Tangtang was very surprised.

"Minghua said that their magazine held a dance party in the cafeteria." Zhao Hongjun explained next to him.

Song Tangtang didn't believe it.

At this time, the dance music started playing again:
  My lovely her, where are you?
  Why is there no news from her?

Where is my lovely her?
  It was sung by the same singer just now, and the tune was very cheerful.

Fang Minghua seemed to have heard this song before, but couldn't name it.

Song Tangtang spoke: "Fang Minghua, let's dance a song?"

"Isn't it a solo dance? A double dance?" Fang Minghua was a little confused.

"Did you know? Swing dancing can be done alone or together."

Fang Minghua really doesn't know.

"Let's go."

Fang Minghua had no choice but to follow Song Tangtang to the center of the ballroom.

"Follow the rhythm, you don't need to hold hands, the movements are very casual, pay attention to the twisting of the hips, and the most important swing! Move left, right, forward and back, change the center of gravity in turn, swing from one foot to the other! That's it! "

The girl started dancing to the rhythm.

Although Fang Minghua didn't dance any swing dance, he danced disco and later learned ghost dance for a while, but it was actually pretty much the same.

Watching the girl's movements, Fang Minghua slowly started to follow her, and became much more proficient in her movements after dancing to the song.

"Yeah, that's right. Your magazine really does swing dancing." The girl nodded.

Next, the two danced another song. This time, Fang Minghua let go and his movements became much more skillful. With this cooperative partner, Song Tangtang danced even more happily.

At the end, there were several ballet dancing figures in the air, which aroused applause from the audience.

Fang Minghua cannot learn this.

After the song ended, the two of them stood by the wall again. Song Tangtang seemed to feel a little hot, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her face, and suddenly said, "Wait a minute." She turned around and walked out of the dance hall.

After a while, Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang walking back, but he was holding two bottles of soda with straws in his hands.

"Give!"

"Thank you!"

Fang Minghua took it without any courtesy and looked at it under the light.

It’s not the Arctic Ocean, it’s the Ice Peak!
  This is Anxi's old brand.

Fang Minghua remembered that before he traveled through time, he came to Anxi and visited the Evernight City of the Tang Dynasty. Liangpi, Roujiamo and this ice peak were called the Sanqin set meal.

In this day and age, he had seen it in some grocery stores, but it was not cheap at 20 cents a bottle.

I took a sip with my straw in my mouth. It was sweet, sour, and orange-flavored. The taste and the packaging seemed to have not changed in decades?

"Don't throw the bottle away after drinking. I paid a deposit." Song Tangtang reminded.

At this time, Zhao Hongjun came over and said: "Tangtang, okay, you invited Minghua but you didn't invite me?" "Brother Hongjun." Song Tangtang rolled his eyes at him: "You can still drink this thing. Less?"

"That's true. I just returned to the city. It's fresh. I drink several bottles every day. Now I feel like vomiting after drinking this taste. Okay, you guys can talk."

Zhao Hongjun went to a group of people again and chatted with a few girls.

"Fang Minghua, please change the bottle later and let's continue dancing!" Song Tangtang said.

"Still dancing? Song Tangtang, the Red Army told me that you were a dancer in the art troupe, right? Don't you dance often?"

"That's different! When you dance in the art troupe, you have to strictly follow the rehearsal. If you make a mistake, you will be criticized! It's not like this dance, where you can do whatever you want. I can dance however I want!"

This is also true.
  Fang Minghua nodded and asked casually:

"Isn't it hard for the art troupe to rehearse?"

"It's not too hard, just a little tiring at most. It's not life-threatening if you sweat a little. It's much safer than going to the front to fight."

Fang Minghua knew that there was a war going on in the southern border.

But what made him feel strange was: "Aren't you from the art troupe? Why are you still going to fight?"

"Who said that members of the art troupe don't go to the front line to fight?!" Song Tangtang looked at Fang Minghua with wide eyes; "Of course we are not like ordinary soldiers, but we also have to participate in certain military training, including target shooting, throwing grenades, and camping training. These are all necessary Yes! What if we encounter enemies during the performance?"

"Do you think that the art troupe only sings and dances for the soldiers in the rear or in the hospital? Wrong! We all have to go to the front line. The troupe usually divides into small teams to go to the front line and perform propaganda performances on the battlefield."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"There is definitely danger, but compared with the front-line soldiers, we are relatively safe, even if we run outside all day long. The sun in southern Xinjiang is so poisonous that applying cream does not work at all. After a few days, everyone is as sunburned as Like a chimpanzee.”

What the hell!

Fang Minghua felt that he had been deceived by a certain director's photo of all the girls in the art troupe having big white legs.

Fang Minghua couldn't tell whether the girl in front of him had fair or dark skin. The few times he saw her, it was at night and the lighting was not very good.

He wanted to take a closer look at the girl's skin color, but of course he was embarrassed to say it, so he changed the topic and asked:
  "You're going back to the army after the Chinese New Year, right?"

"Yeah, so now let's have some fun."

At this time, the music started playing again. After Song Tangtang took the last sip of the drink, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth gracefully. Fang Minghua said, "Let's go dance!"

"What about this drink bottle?"

"Put it in the corner. No one wants it. People who come here to dance still care about the pennies? Let's go." After the girl said this, she grabbed Fang Minghua's arm.

He had no choice but to put the bottle in the corner and follow Song Tangtang into the center of the ballroom.

Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang spent the entire night dancing enthusiastically until the dance ended at almost 11 o'clock.

Both of them got on Zhao Hongjun's big red flag and drove Fang Minghua first to the magazine's family home on Jianguo Road.

"Goodbye! Slow down on the road!" Fang Minghua said and got out of the car.

"Bye-Bye."

"Goodbye! Fang Minghua!" Song Tangtang suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Fang Minghua turned around and looked at the girl sitting in the passenger seat in the car.

"I have only read a little bit of your poetry collection. I want to take it to the army to read. Is that okay? I will return it to you next time I return to Anxi." Song Tangtang said.

"It doesn't matter, just take your time and watch." Fang Minghua said, turned around and entered the gate of the family courtyard.

Zhao Hongjun said nothing.

He looked at Song Tangtang beside him, and then at Fang Minghua who had disappeared through the gate, as if he thought of something, thoughtfully.

"What's wrong? Brother Red Army?" Song Tangtang turned her head and looked at him.

"Nothing, let's go, I'll take you home." With that said, Zhao Hongjun started the car.

(End of this chapter)