Man Yu was a born dancer.
She practiced dance at the age of six, and by the time she was eighteen, she was a freshman at the Dance Academy.
On her eighteenth birthday, her father gave a pair of beautiful red dancing shoes to the only princess in his life.
With a loving father and a loving mother, and a talented woman pursuing her favorite career in dance, she originally thought her life would be a joyful round dance. However, this happy note came to an abrupt end the year she turned eighteen.
It was also in that year that her father died suddenly in a car accident, and her mother soon chose to remarry. In just one year's time, she went from her parents' favorite princess to a wandering Cinderella, and her world has since become a sad song of wandering.
She understood her mother's remarriage. A woman in her forties, with a husband who has sheltered her for most of her life, she no longer has the courage to carry the burden of life again.
But she couldn't forgive her mother's betrayal of love, her father died less than a year ago, and her mother was able to smile and wash her hands for others. When she thought of her parents' previous love, she only found it ironic.
For love, she has no more illusions!
What's even more terrible is that the suffering she experienced was like draining her soul, and even though she used all her strength, her dance, no longer had the aura of the past.
Until she met the person who awakened her soul again.
She was in the prime of her life in the university time passed hastily and arduous, every day in addition to eating and sleeping, classes and part-time work, she spent all the time on practicing dance. The red dancing shoes on her feet are worn out, but she still can't throw them away.
She wanted to succeed, she wanted to go crazy. Eileen Chang had said that it was important to be famous before it was too late. She wondered if the famous writer was like her when she said this, living in dire straits and not seeing any hope.
In her sophomore year of college, the dance teacher arranged a partner for her to dance with at the welcome party. It was a clean and sunny boy who smiled warmly when he saw her for the first time.
They rehearsed together and occasionally ate together, and the boy would run to buy her a matcha ice cream when she collapsed in exhaustion. He would hand her a cup of warm red bean milk tea when she was having a bad period.
She vaguely felt that this boy is different for her, she enjoys being with him, the warmth of the spring breeze, but like an ostrich timid, do not dare to take a step forward.
Slowly, she realized that her dance had regained its aura, and she was delighted that her soul had blossomed once again, just for the sake of the one beside her.
The welcome party performance was a great success, the music played, she wore a red princess dress, stepped on the red dancing shoes, dancing beside him. Time is frozen in the second he took her spinning, she seems to be back to the warm embrace of her father, back to his former princess.
After the gala, no more rehearsals were needed. He would still find reasons to ask her out for dinner and a movie. Will be in her late at night out of the dance classroom when she put a coat for her.
She's trying to accept him slowly, but her heart just isn't quite ready yet. What love was all about, at eighteen, she wasn't sure. The word would remind her of her mother's shy little-girl demeanor when she looked at her father, and of her mother's lowered brow and caution when she faced her stepfather.
The boy is unaware of her inner turmoil, and interprets her closeness as encouragement and trust, believing that their intimacy is a done deal, just a windowpane away.
On Christmas Eve, the year they met, with snowflakes flying, there was a romantic atmosphere in the air.
Under the dim light, he held a bouquet of red roses and fell on one knee in front of her, begging her to be his girlfriend.
At that time, she had just finished rehearsals, and her feet were still wearing the faded red dancing shoes, in the face of sudden confession, was moved to tears.
However, the ending was not the happy one that everyone expected. In front of everyone, she rejected the boy who had already lived in her heart.
The romantic confession became a joke in the eyes of others, and the boy left angrily. He felt that she had been playing a trick on him, and since then, he never looked for her again.
Looking at the boy's despondent background, she hides her face and weeps.
It's not that she doesn't love him, it's just that she has too much to bear, and she can't bear to drag him down with her.
That winter, the stepfather drunkenly beat his mother, the family, which had no emotional basis, fell apart overnight. Her mother cried to her in aggravation, and there was no way she could ignore her only relative in the world.
With the only money she had, she rented a house for her mother and settled her down. She dropped out of school and started traveling to all the major dance troupes in her city to sell herself.
She needed money, she needed to survive, she needed to support herself and her mother. And she carried all this on her weak shoulders, a heartache that her peers could not understand. At the same time, she really does not have the strength or time to run a love. She thought, if there is really fate, maybe he will wait for her.
The year she turned twenty, she had already become a pillar of a dance troupe, with the qualification of leading and solo dancing.
The red dancing shoes left by her father have long been worn out, and can no longer accompany her on stage, but she still can't throw them away, hidden in her personal backpack, because there is love and care from her father.
Another year of early snow, she walked out of the rehearsal room alone. The street is sparsely populated, and a couple of young lovers are walking past her laughing.
She suddenly remembered him, the only cheerful melody of her short college days.
She asked her classmates for his current address, and on the day before the New Year's Eve party, she summoned up the courage to go to him, wanting to invite him to see her New Year's Eve performance.
Under the dim light, there were snowflakes. She saw that familiar figure. It's just a pity that at this time, he already had another her by his side.
The woman's smiling eyebrows, and the upward curve of the corners of her mouth, are telling her how happy and sweet they are at this moment.
She stiffly swallowed back the hello that was stuck in her throat and turned around, the fog rising from the corners of her eyes, smudging her eye makeup.
She knew he had clearly seen her, but hadn't opened his mouth to say hello. She thought that he was probably still hating her for being so desperate back then! Or, he has long forgotten who she is.
When she got home that night, she cried in her mother's arms for a long, long time. This time, she was really from the bottom of her heart to forgive her mom for her father's betrayal. Perhaps, she really understood what love is.
Love, not only possession, but also fulfillment.
On the day of the New Year's Eve performance, she received a parcel while making final preparations at the backstage.
In the package lying quietly, is a pair of red dancing shoes, and a note.
The dragon's handwriting was from none other than him, the man who had once loved, but now no longer belonged to her, and he said, "I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. May your dreams come true and you become the hottest dancer in the city."
The music started, the sexy and lazy voice of Faye Wong. She changed into the red dancing shoes he gave her, and twirled and jumped recklessly on the stage, and the audience fell for her beauty and offered thunderous applause.
But all this she seems to hear, she is like the stage of the wandering children in general, has been looking for, but can not find the return of the soul.
At the end of the song, the curtain of the stage slowly fell, and at the same time, the curtain fell, and her love.
If the loss of love is a necessary course of life, then her love, not really started, has been hastily fall!
Red dance shoes, can only continue to wander, wandering ......