CHAPTER 224: 214 TAKING HIS SON TO THE DANCE HALL

The plan to cut ties with Chun Zisu, never to play with Chun Zisu again, and to break off the friendship altogether gradually became fuzzy in Meng Shuyan’s mind after listening to his mother’s adamant declarations.

Could it really not have been Chun Zisu?

"Mom, so how do we go take a look?" the little one asked in a childish voice.

"We follow them," Tian Sangsang said with a toothy grin, her white teeth gleaming with a cold light.

Tian Sangsang pushed the wheelchair, cautiously following behind Zhao Chun and the others, temporarily putting aside the matter of submitting her work. After a winding path, they arrived in front of a building, not in a bustling area, but rather in a more secluded spot. Above it, hung the sign of the dance hall, "Dream Ballroom".

At the entrance stood someone in black and white attire, resembling a service person.

Tian Sangsang stood at the door with interest, observing for a while. Outside were lines of cars and bicycles. Stylish young men, gentlemen in suits, and refined people in neat Zhongshan suits, and women, some dressed revealingly, others elegantly.

At this time, the dance hall was in its early shape, unlike the social dance halls of years to come. In short, the current video halls and dance halls were places frequented by stylish youths or people from all walks of life—plainly said, a mix of extremes, the highbrow and the lowbrow.

However, such a trend was not good. Thinking of that event two or three years later... why would Zhao Chun come to such a place?

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" The service person stopped them to ask.

"To watch the dancing," Tian Sangsang replied blandly.

The service person looked at the two of them, momentarily dumbfounded. Usually, those coming here were vibrant men and women, so eye-catching, but today’s combination—a big one and a small one, with the woman not seeming to be a native.

It seemed the dance hall didn’t have a rule against foreigners and minors entering...

"Watching the dance here requires a ticket, sixty cents in the day, one dollar twenty at night." The service person thought about whether to ask the boss if they could let such people in since it was the first time encountering this situation.

"Why not half-price for my son, since he’s still young?" Tian Sangsang bargained.

"Miss, are you sure you really want to go in? Bringing a child here isn’t appropriate." He’d never seen a parent bring a child to a dance hall. And looking at the parent, she didn’t seem fit to be in a dance hall either. "By the way, miss, you’re a foreigner, right?"

Bastard foreigner! Have you ever seen a foreigner speak Chinese without an accent!

Tian Sangsang frowned slightly, displeased, "Chinese! Genuine!"

The service person chuckled awkwardly, unable to decide. Tian Sangsang decisively took out money, "Business is business. No reason not to do it. To be honest, I just want to take a look inside. My husband... hasn’t been home much these days, just coming to your dance hall. I brought my son to have a look, perhaps broaden our horizons. I promise to keep it peaceful and not disturb others; my son is very well-behaved, doesn’t cry, doesn’t fuss, doesn’t run around."

The service person looked at Meng Shuyan. The kid was really adorable, with a fair and delicate face, big black eyes, sitting in a wheelchair, pursing his little mouth, looking at you, melting your heart.

And so, they got the tickets. Tian Sangsang, in good spirits, entered with Meng Shuyan...

This kind of dance hall with such a nostalgic feel, I’ve never been to one before. Really should register a Weibo account and post it for the modern netizens to see.

The facilities in the dance hall seemed quite simple, compared relatively to twenty-first-century KTVs.

The floor was laid with mosaic white tiles, star lights hung from the ceiling, and a flashing ball light was in the center. A band was around, each with different instruments—piano, guitar, bass, jazz drums, violin, etc. The hall was about 80 square meters, with an imperfect dance floor at the center, half the tables surrounding it with spectators.

Outside, it was day; inside, it was a colorful nightlife.

Meng Shuyan was here for the first time, feeling a mixture of tension and fear, but mostly curiosity. All around were these good-looking uncles and aunts, twisting and turning, twisting and turning...

With many onlookers and quite a few dancers, everyone’s attention was on the center, so they paid no extra attention to Tian Sangsang.

Tian Sangsang followed their line of sight to the center and saw Ji Yao’er dancing with a young woman, both exuding grace and charm, stirring the crowd’s enthusiasm, though Zhao Chun wasn’t among them.

Zhao Chun sat by a table in the corner, drinking while glancing at the dance floor. Only when he saw Ji Yao’er’s dancing could he ease a bit of his melancholy.

Tian Sangsang quietly found a spot behind them and sat down.

"Boss, maybe you should stop drinking, you’ve had too much..."

Zhao Chun lifted his glass, taking a swig, frowning, "Ah Yu, I’m puzzled, how did Li Yibai change his tune? He used to be so friendly, now acts high and mighty everywhere!" He never felt so humiliated before.

"Writers’ awful tempers... they think highly of themselves," Yao Yu said, defeated. Junior Li recently published a novel called ’Heroic Legend of the Condor Heroes,’ it was a hit at school, everyone gathered in the library daily discussing the plot.

"The higher they stand, the harder they fall..." Zhao Chun sneered, his cheeks flushing under the light, "I refuse to believe we can’t find a script to film. He won’t let us film, well, I don’t give a damn! One day he’ll regret his choice!"

The TV station’s scripts were crafted by special writers, how could they let them film as mere students? "We might not find a script better than Li Yibai’s ’Desire.’ My dad really praised that script. The director likes it a lot, says it has foresight and is quite realistic. Could potentially become iconic..."

"And a friend of Li Yibai’s is acquainted with the director and introduced a director specifically."

"Wenxiu, is it?" Zhao Chun’s eyes dimmed momentarily, Wenxiu, indeed.

Script? ’Desire’?

Tian Sangsang’s keen ears clearly caught their conversation. Well done, Li Yibai. Not only stepping into the realm of martial arts novels, but also not leaving TV dramas aside. How could she let him have it easy!!

Zhao Chun got up, stumbling out of the crowd, seemingly heading to the restroom.

Seeing this, Tian Sangsang quickly seized the chance and followed with Meng Shuyan.

Zhao Chun, covering his mouth, dashed to the restroom, vomiting on the way. Previously, he only ever had small sips of alcohol, never this much, and it made him sick.

After vomiting, he washed his hands and face, shook his head, and upon turning, shock hit him.

He fell to the ground, as if scrambling and tumbling, unable to stop shouting...

That black woman just stood behind him, fixing a cold, straight, and eerie gaze on him! It almost scared him sick!

"Why is it you again?" Zhao Chun remained seated on the ground, panting, eyes wide with fear.