But I'm not tall, he thought. Still, he took a big step to the left by looking to the left through a dance jumping maneuver.
"To the right!" It was the same voice.
Slightly annoyed, he turned to see a bloated woman, probably in her forties.
"Which side do you want me to stay on anyway," he said back, trying to squeeze out a smile.
"I've never seen a big man run to the front and jump!" She was still chattering away.
"What? I'm the one who told him to come to the front row. Can't a man come to the front row? They're good dancers, aren't they? This way, you come here." After saying that, the teacher waved his hand at him and signaled the few oldest sisters in the middle to spread out a bit to the sides.
Because of last year's epidemic, the square was marked with white crosses on the ground one meter away from the front and back, one pit for each person, and try not to bunch up.
So, from that day on, in addition to leading the dance of a few teachers, we can always see an old man, although not tall, but upright, almost every day in the middle of the front row of the most eye-catching position, with the bright and strong or gentle and soothing music, dancing.
Everyone guessed right, he, is my old Chen.
To be honest, at that moment, my old face was a little bit hot, why?
A man, because of the dance, but also have a woman to protect, this is not a thing!
This is the first time I've seen a woman in the world.