Chapter 13 alley old door

Half of the style of Spain is contained in the flamenco dance. At night, the city is quiet, and the alleys stretch quietly.We walked to find a place, and even the friends who led the way were puzzled: the name of the road is good, and the house number is close, why is it still so silent? The house number you were looking for hung on an old wooden door, which was closed.Tap three times with the back of your finger, and the door opens, revealing a thin and small man.We said we had called to make a reservation, and he bowed politely to welcome us in. There is an old wooden wall blocking our eyes when we enter the door, and we can only turn around, but when we turned around, we saw the scene behind the wooden wall, which really surprised us.

It was a very large venue, with one or two hundred people already sitting around the tables drinking, the conversation was very quiet, the candles on the tables were flickering, and the atmosphere was a bit mysterious.There is a stage inside the arena, and everyone came to see a family dance troupe perform, including us.This is their family's private house, so it hides so secretly and is so crowded, there is no trace beyond the door. The stage lights came on and the show began.Pingping Tingting came out with three young girls, one gentle, one spicy, and one slightly inclined to the alternative, all extremely beautiful, probably the daughter and daughter-in-law of this family.They appeared dignified, as if they had just attended the opening ceremony, or went to church together.Suddenly, one of them was like a whirlwind, the wings of the clouds spread out and danced, and the other two stepped aside.The dancer doesn't look around at all, just lowers his head and eyes, as if in deep introspection, but stretches his arms and body like a nine-day demon charm, galloping like lightning.But at an unexpected moment, she suddenly stopped and raised her skirt to stand tall.There should have been a smile on her face, but she didn't. She only denied everything just now with extraordinary silence, making the audience doubt themselves with blinking eyes: How could such a cowardly and elegant girl spin so fast?

The skinny man had a sad face, and as soon as he came out, he accelerated his steps into summer raindrops, as if he was going to wipe out the heat in an instant.He should be the youngest son of this family, and family inheritance gave him such strong legs and feet.If it is, then I have to revise the judgment I just made, he will not be the husband of any of the three girls, and if he is their husband, he will not be so angry and miserable.Of course, it may be the other way around. The raindrops in this summer are the rhythm of the rider and the number of steps of the warrior. He is rewarding the happiness bestowed by God with the touch of worship?

Quietly and gracefully, a middle-aged woman entered the stage. She should be the eldest daughter-in-law of this family.The same rush boils down to holiness in her, the same agitation turns into thinking in her, and she flashes more suspicious eyes than the young dancer.Such a neat pause was amazing, but she wondered if such a pause was necessary.In the end, she finally smiled. Unlike the young dancers who didn't laugh at the end, only she dared to laugh, but there was a three-point sarcasm hidden in the smile.Is she mocking others or herself?Is she mocking the world or is she mocking the dance?have no idea.I only know that with this three-point taunt, this dance is beyond the mundane and refined, and has entered the mature way of being able to look at thousands of mountains.

There was a fat old man standing by the side of the stage, who could be seen as a parent. Parents should supervise the whole process of the performance.Unexpectedly, the eldest daughter-in-law had just left the stage, but the old man walked to the center of the stage.He thought he was going to make a speech, but he didn't. He suddenly lifted the hem of his suit and danced lightly.His body is too fat to turn quickly, but he has a breath, condensed very thickly, and when he uses it a little, he feels that his gestures are very important, but he is not impetuous.At this moment, I finally understand that for such an elderly dancer, it is humorous to express normal weakness, it is humorous to express abnormal health, it is humorous to express amazing proficiency, and it is humorous to express temporary unfamiliarity.This dancer who is least like a dancer can do anything, and his age makes his every move a classical magic of life.

The climax is the appearance of the old lady.This is the real pillar, the soul of the night, though she is too fat and too old.As soon as the old lady appeared on the stage, she was not angry and pretentious. All the actors on the stage stood aside and watched her devoutly, including the fat old man, her husband.Even several staff members in the backstage stood upright at the corner of the stage, and it was obvious at a glance that this was the highest ceremony for their family.The dancing postures on the stage just now were all taught by the old lady bit by bit. Now the master is out, and everything is quiet.On the face of the old lady, there was no calmness like a daughter, no sadness like a son, no sarcasm of a big wife, and no humor of a fat old man. She just frowned slightly and remained expressionless. Any expression seemed a bit mundane to her.She has been organizing everything at home for decades, and has gone through the complete world, so when she comes to the stage, she understands what she should get rid of.All around the stage, dancers of all colors are eagerly watching her every move. This is a classic they face every day, but it seems that they will never be able to achieve it.Is she frowning at the step difference of the juniors?Or, is it because you feel ashamed that you are old but have not taught it to your family?

There are really knowledgeable audiences in the city cheering softly, and someone is also heard saying: There are few people in Spain who can dance so violently with their lower limbs without the slightest sway of their upper body like her. The old lady finally finished her dance. Amid the applause of the audience, all the people standing upright on the stage entered into a state of dancing to conclude tonight's performance.But it is different from the ending of other dances. Although the scene is lively, each dancer does not communicate with each other, and does not care about the audience. No, there are only fiery arrogance, flowing loneliness, and melancholy unrestrained.

At this point, the audience has not realized that this is a family dance in an alley in the dark night. They only feel that the flickering candle shadows in the room have completely turned into the famous sunshine of Andalusia. In the south of Spain, most of the sunlight, night, morning light, and twilight enter and exit the dancer's body, and the remaining half is a natural phenomenon.