"I", an avid ballet fan who has passed the age of no doubt, didn't want to miss the classic Swan Lake, so I rushed to the theater at nine o'clock in the evening and spent 180 yuan to buy a ticket refunded by others. Although it rained in Mao Mao, it did not dispel people's excitement; Although "the second act of fantasy" may be over, "the third act of splendor and strangeness is running out", it is also a kind of happiness to be able to grasp the tail and feel the shock brought by the climax. Because of the pleasure of focusing on the musical "All's well that ends well", I have no time to take care of everything around me. "In a hurry, I suddenly bumped into a person's shoulder. If he didn't dodge, we might both fall to the ground." So, by coincidence, the story outside the musical began: I rushed into the crowd, and I needed a short communication emotionally and intellectually; It was in the climax of the musical that he did not enjoy it, but stood alone in the cold wind and rain. "Halfway through the play, he is still waiting for a refund here." "The most dazzling Spanish dance on the stage was probably skipped, and the prince was fooled by the black swan." The two men had a brief exchange in the drizzle: "Do you have a ticket?" The young man's calm question alerted me. Obviously, because the young man didn't buy a ticket, he couldn't come to the scene and feel the soul of the musical. And "I" obviously felt from the tone of his question that he had the desire to ask for tickets.
I don't want to sell the ticket I bought at a high price from the bottom of my heart. But for his question, I have to tell the truth out of courtesy. "I want to see it myself!" Originally, I thought the young man would be disappointed after listening to my answer. Unexpectedly, the young man just said calmly, "No, I don't want your ticket. Go in and have a look!" "Obviously, I was moved by this young man's calm but thoughtful words and confused by his unexpected answer." What are you doing here? ""wait. Wait for her to come out. "Because of a ticket, two young people-a pair of lovers were ruthlessly separated-one was in the theater and the other was outside the theater; Because of a cold door, two fiery hearts are ruthlessly blocked in two worlds-one is the cursed beautiful princess and the brave infatuated prince who fight the devil for love, and they break through many obstacles and meet again; The other is that it is raining, and nothing can help them spend their lonely time except "lying in a row silently, like a car in a Goliath beetle". The young man's slightly shy words suddenly reminded me of my boyhood, when some absurd and sweet scenes flashed in my heart like fragments. As an experienced person, "I" can personally understand this blocked inner suffering. Out of a concern of the elderly for the young, after weighing, I decided to give him my ticket. " Ah, you need it more than I do ... Go in! "He took my ticket, read the information carefully-"180 yuan, first class ",and then handed it back to me. I thought he couldn't afford that much money, so I returned my ticket. " No money, go in and have a look! "In order to dispel his doubts, I quickly said." The location of your ticket ... is too far away from her ... "Despite my warm persuasion, the young man" pushed my hand with the ticket away ".
The hesitation and indecision of young people? "Delayed my time, brush my kindness. I am so angry that I don't want to go to the theatre. " "I said rudely,' You are sick!' The young man explained shyly, "I promised her to wait for her outside." ... she may come out early at any time ... I have to wait here until the end ... ""The crisp rain in Mao Mao shows no sign of stopping. " I abandoned the young man and ran to the door of the theater. When I entered with the door left unlocked, I hurriedly handed the ticket to a lady standing on the front porch. Startled, she looked at me doubtfully and shook her head, followed by a uniformed man coming from the ticket gate in the front porch and lounge. ""She stood by the front porch door and looked out through the glass. I leaned down and looked out, too. I saw the young man still in the same place, holding his hands on his chest and waiting for him at the gate of the theater ... "In order to enjoy a classic ballet" Swan Lake ",two young people went to the theater; Because of the ticket, the two men were ruthlessly separated. As the story of Swan Lake began and reached its climax, people inside and outside the venue were watching each other, not because they were moved but because of the thoughtfulness and care of two hearts. A couple, not in the flowers before the moon, but in a special place, was pulled by a unique prop-Swan Lake. They don't need to be caring and attentive, and they don't need to swear by each other. With mutual understanding and watchfulness, even casual actions can turn into endless friendship and flow into each other's hearts.
Stories are very common, but as one of the literary matrixes, love writing is as numerous as stars. However, Liu chose a unique perspective, and through the series connection of "I" as a narrator, witness and clue, he skillfully shifted the coincidence and misunderstanding in literary expression, making this ordinary story full of emotion, warmth and sweetness. It is this small fragment or the combination of one or two shots that captures the typical meaning, and outlines a certain side of a character or his personality with the combination of approximate sketches, which is vivid and full of rich life breath. Mini-novels don't win by the diversity of story lines, the intricacies of character relationships and the intensity of contradictions and conflicts. It is to capture the waves of life and put them in a specific situation, so that they naturally bloom, ripple and sometimes fall snow. Waiting for the End does not focus on the end, but describes the "waiting" and "watching" of two hearts. In a specific time and space, different people are in different environments and attached with different psychological demands. But a pair of lovers, because they are soul mates, build an indestructible protective wall in their hearts, resist the impact of external force majeure, and let the two hearts quietly inhabit the quiet harbor. This may be one of the reading experiences brought to readers by Waiting for the End! (Chen Shitong, Anhui Wanxi Economic and Technical School)
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Waiting for a rest.
Liu
It was already 9 o'clock in the evening, and I had just arrived in front of the theater. The ballet "Swan Lake" in the theater must have finished the dreamy second act, and there may be few gorgeous and bizarre third acts left. I am an avid ballet fan, so I jumped into a taxi and rushed to the theater, even though it was postponed to 8: 40 due to business emergency.
I didn't feel the light rain until I got off the bus. There is still a short distance from where I got off to the wide stairs leading to the theater gate. In order to avoid getting wet, I took a flight of stairs from the ticket office and the adjoining bungalow, because there was a canopy to keep out the rain. When I trotted, I looked at the gate of the theater. In my hurry, I suddenly bumped into a man's shoulder. I paused and looked. That is a young man with glasses. His eyes looked at me carefully behind the lens.
"Do you have a ticket?"
I was taken aback. There are people who are more obsessed with ballet than me. On the Little Square in front of this theater, under the streetlights, it rained like a car in a Goliath beetle. It lay quietly in a big row, and there was no other figure except the two of us. He's still waiting for a refund in the middle of the play on the stage?
"I want to see it myself!" I answered him and took out my ticket. Hey, why not? "No," the young man said to me kindly, "I don't want your ticket. Please go in and have a look! "
I took out a stack of business cards from my pocket, took out the expensive theater ticket and asked, "What are you doing here without watching?" "and so on. Wait for her to come out. "
I immediately understood that it was a couple who came together to wait for a refund, only one, so the young man let the girl go in first. I suddenly recalled my youth, and some absurd and sweet scenes flashed in my heart like fragments. I can't help but say, "Ah, you need it more than I do ... Go in!" "
I handed him the ticket, and he took it, carefully looked at the number of seats in that row and gave it back to me. My ticket is first class, 180 yuan. Did he wait for me to offer a discount? I quickly said, "No money, just go in!" He still pushed away my hand holding the ticket.
I think this young man is very strange.
The young man was embarrassed and explained; "I promised to wait for her outside ... she may come out early at any moment ... I have to wait here until the end ..." He turned to look at the door of the theater, fearing that the girl would float out of the door at the moment of our conversation, but he failed to see her in time.
I abandoned the young man and ran to the door of the theater. The light rain was crisp and I almost slipped on the doorstep. From the big glass of each door, you can see the lights on the front porch, but I can't push open a few doors. Later, I found that the door on the side was unlocked, so I pushed it open and flashed in. There is a lady on the front porch. I went over and handed her the ticket. She was taken aback, looked at me doubtfully and shook her head. Followed by the front porch and the ticket entrance of the lounge, a man in uniform came. Obviously, that's the ticket collector. He asked the lady first, "Don't you watch it?" Asked me again: "What are you ...?" I found the first lady I met, no, a young girl, standing by the front porch door and looking out through the glass. I leaned down and looked out, too. I saw the young man still in the same place, holding his hands on his chest, waiting for the door of the theater every time. ...
The music of the last scene of Swan Lake is released from the performance area, and the love between the prince and the white swan is about to break through the devil's obstruction and finally be complete. Looking at the figure blocked by rain, the girl suddenly bit her lip and her eyes shone with strange light ... I stood there, rubbing my white hair at my temples and immersed in the eternal melody. ...