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Jingxuan and Ruoxi walked and talked, discussing the topics they wanted to explore in depth. Ruoxi excitedly shared her thoughts, "I want to focus on the unique bars in Cuigu Town, and maybe some distinctive restaurants, like those run by indigenous or new residents." Her eyes sparkled with anticipation for the unknown.
After hearing this, Jingxuan furrowed her brow slightly and said thoughtfully, "Bars... It seems there aren't many in Cuigu Town. The nightlife here isn't very vibrant, so it might be difficult to find suitable places." There was a hint of concern in her tone.
Ruoxi shrugged casually with an unyielding attitude, "Oh well, we'll find it eventually. What about you, Jingxuan? Do you have a theme in mind?" She looked at Jingxuan curiously, awaiting her response.
Jingxuan shook her head gently, expressing her confusion, "I don't really have any specific ideas yet. I'm still searching for inspiration." Her voice carried a hint of hesitation, clearly finding it difficult to choose a suitable theme.
The two continued to stroll along the streets of the town, searching for inspiration. The scenery on both sides of the street was distinctive, from old shops to quiet alleys, each place contained a unique story of Cuigu Town. In such an environment, they gradually began to open their minds, trying to find inspiration from their surroundings and identify a topic that would pique their interest and be suitable for field research.
Jingxuan and Ruoxi walked along the street filled with the atmosphere of daily life, where there was a supermarket supplying daily necessities to local residents, as well as scattered snack stalls. Although the street was lively, it seemed to lack the special quality they were seeking. Their pace slowed in front of the supermarket as they discussed their next course of action.
Ruoxi seemed a bit disappointed: "It seems like there's nothing different from regular daily life here. The bars and unique restaurants I wanted to find are all missing." Her tone carried a hint of disappointment.
Jingxuan also nodded in agreement and suggested, "How about we go to another place to see if we can find what we're looking for? It seems like it's not here." Her eyes sparkled with the anticipation of discovering something new.
As they were preparing to return along the original path, Ruoxi's attention was suddenly drawn to a certain place across the street. She excitedly shouted to Jingxuan, "Hey, hey, hey! Jingxuan! There's a dance troupe here, look!" Her voice was filled with excitement.
Following Ruoxi's gesture, Jingxuan turned his head and saw a sign hanging upstairs of a hot pot restaurant, displaying the logo of "Valley Rhyme Dance Troupe." The sign for the dance troupe was located next to the entrance of the first floor of the hot pot restaurant, with a sign indicating "Please go to the second floor."
Seeing this sign, Jingxuan felt a complex mix of emotions. Dance used to be an indispensable part of her life, but she chose to give it up due to an injury. In this moment, her inner world became conflicted and struggling.
Ruoxi noticed Jingxuan's change and asked with concern, "Jingxuan, what's wrong? Shall we go up and take a look?" Her voice was full of thoughtfulness and care.
Jingxuan took a deep breath, nodded, and with a hint of hesitation and curiosity, said, "Alright, let's go up and take a look." Her voice carried a sense of anticipation, as if this would be a rediscovery of the past, perhaps bringing new direction to her future.
The two of them crossed the street together, entered the alley, and headed towards the direction of the Valley Rhyme dance troupe, filled with uncertainty and possibility. This might be the new starting point for their field investigation, or perhaps the opportunity for Jingxuan to rediscover dance.
Jingxuan stood at the entrance of the Valley Rhyme dance troupe, her eyes fixed on those familiar yet distant words: ballet, folk dance, modern dance. Each word awakened memories in her heart, of the days when she used to soar freely in dance, as well as the painful blow that forced her to give up her beloved dance.
An indescribable excitement surged in her heart. These dances used to be a part of her life, a way for her to express herself. But along with that came a deep fear and unease. Since the injury, dance had become not just beautiful memories, but also an indelible pain for her. She was afraid to face the stage again, afraid that those memories of failure would resurface.
At the same time, Ruoxi's excited voice interrupted her thoughts. Full of curiosity about the dance troupe, Ruoxi expressed her desire for new things in her words: "I've never been to a dance troupe before. What will it be like there?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she was already ready to explore this new world.
Jingxuan came to her senses and forced herself to answer in the calmest voice: "It's like a regular dance studio, with open dance space and large mirrors." But her voice could not hide the turmoil in her heart. Every word was an attempt to converse with her past, and every sentence seemed like self-reassurance, trying to suppress her inner fear.
Standing at the door, Jingxuan's feelings were complex and difficult to unravel. Dance used to be her dream, but now it has become a trauma in her heart. She wants to go in and face the world she once loved, but at the same time, she is afraid of getting hurt again. Her heart is tangled, wondering whether she should step through that door again, whether she can face dance again.
A sentence from Ruoxi brought her back to reality: "Let's go, let's go up and take a look." Ruoxi's voice was full of support and encouragement.
Jingxuan took a deep breath and finally made up his mind. With a mixture of anticipation and fear, he followed Ruoxi up the stairs to the dance troupe. Every step felt like a challenge to his limits, like a conversation with his past self.
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