It was winter, November 16, 2015. It was snowing for the first time in Jia City and it was the first time they met.
Songyi was dragging a heavy suitcase in her hand, with a large bundle tied to the suitcase, and her thin body was also carrying a bag.
This was Songyi's first time coming to Jia City. She was out of tune with the prosperous Jia City. Her white T-shirt was washed white, her face was dirty, the corners of her mouth were dry, and her hands were covered with calluses.
She came to the rental house she had found in advance. Although it was in a very dilapidated alley, it was much better than her hometown in Shanyun Town, Rong County.
Songyi knocked on the door: "You..." She didn't say much when she came to Jiashi. She suddenly became hoarse when she spoke, and she cleared her throat again.
Before she could speak, the person inside opened the door. It was a boy wearing a black T-shirt and gray overalls. He looked very young.
The boy said politely: "It's snowing heavily outside, come in."
Song Yi bowed lightly. She thought that the person she shared a room with was an old man, but she didn't expect that it was a young man.
She stepped in the door and shook the snow off her body.
The boy spoke gently and politely took the baggage on her back: "Hello, I am Sheng Jingche."
…
A beam of light shone into the room and shone on Sheng Jingche. He raised a smile and said, "Classmate Xiao Song, does this melody sound good to you?"
Her fingers gently plucked the strings, making a pleasant sound. Songyi looked at him in surprise. Sheng Jingche was really talented.
Song Yi said excitedly, "Did you do this yourself? It sounds really nice."
Sheng Jingche was slightly shocked when he heard Song Yi say this. He raised his head proudly and then nodded heavily.
"When I become popular, baby Xiaosong, can you dance to this song at my concert?"
Songyi smiled and responded to him: "Okay."
…
She slowly opened her eyes in the hospital bed and saw a man sleeping on his stomach next to her bed.
His hair was still as soft as before, and the dark circles under his eyes were heavy.
Songyi sat up slowly and glanced at her legs. With tears in the corners of her eyes, she realized.
She can never dance again...
Sheng Jingche, who had always been sleeping lightly, opened his eyes, looked at Song Yi, and said excitedly and worriedly: "A Song..."
He sat up, and Songyi looked at his bloodshot eyes, crying in a broken voice: "Jingche... I can't dance anymore, can I?"
Sheng Jingche knows best what dancing means to Song Yi. She started learning dance when she was five years old and has been dancing for nineteen years now, when she is twenty-six years old. Her career was finally starting to look up, and soon the end of her fortune was coming, and she might never be on stage again.
Sheng Jingche cried softly and comforted Song Yi: "No, I will find the best doctor for Ah Song. We will definitely be able to dance again. We will definitely be able to."
Songyi and Sheng Jingche have known each other for three years and have known each other day and night. Songyi has accompanied him from an unknown singer to the best male singer now. She has watched Sheng Jingche go down step by step with her own eyes.
What a blessing.
She had always wanted to be a dancer, a dream she had shared with her late mother.
Concept: fragments of life
