Fu Yue, the youngest principal dancer of the Nancheng Song and Dance Troupe, had a stage accident during a national competition.
There were different opinions for a while.
Two years later, Fu Yue returned from injury without causing any waves.
As an unknown dance drama director, Fu Yue was preparing for a new work and took the initiative to invite Zhou Zhi, a physics professor who had just returned to China, to serve as a consultant.
Despite my sincere words and sincere invitation, the reply email I received was full of cold rejection.
Fu Yue refused to give up, and full of ambition decided to visit the thatched cottage three times to invite Zhou Zhi to come out.
Unexpectedly, I had made up my mind one second, and was hit hard by the reality the next: I couldn't even get through the school gate.
Fu Yue, who was in a hurry, gave full play to his initiative, but unexpectedly fell under Zhou Zhi's military coat.
Zhou Zhi: There's no need to be so polite.
Fu Yue: Shut up. Jpg.
During the New Year's Day holiday, director Fu Yue's new work was officially screened in the theater.
When the curtain slowly rose and the spotlight and applause converged on the center of the stage, Fu Yue, who was sitting in the audience, shed tears silently.
She squeezed out of the theater and came to the small square outside the theater alone.
The weather is cold at the end of the year, and the first snow is quiet. Fu Yue looked at the cloud-covered sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, a little starlight appeared in front of his eyes, and it continued to expand, quickly filling the space around Fu Yue.
Fu Yue's eyes were full of disbelief.
A clear male voice came from behind, and Fu Yue turned around suddenly.
The drone in his sight slowly avoided, and Zhou Zhi walked towards her firmly with flowers in hand.
"Miss Fu, can I ask you to dance?"
Intention: Go hand in hand and chase dreams