Drifting Towards You

After the hair was gathered up, a snow-white jade neck appeared, with a graceful curvature, like a graceful swan.

Li Mubai smoked the cigarette in his hand, her eyes deep.

Midogee, Xia Feise turned around and walked to the center of the room.

She closed her eyes, tapped the beat to the music, finding the feeling.

The curtains of the classroom were not drawn, and two windows were open. Li Mubai turned off the lights in the classroom, and moonlight spilled in from the windowsill.

Reflecting the slender figure of a woman, like a fairy under the moon, she is indescribably soft.

Because the shoes were not suitable for dancing, Xia Feise took off the shoes and set aside.

An empty classroom, a dark environment.

The old music and windows, and a man staring at him.

At first she didn't get used to it, but gradually she also found the feeling.

She is dancing very seriously, not for performance, like dancing but also has a soul.

Li Mubai kept standing aside looking at her, without speaking.

There are more and more cigarette butts at my feet, and the time is getting late.

After jumping for a long time, Xia Feishi's ankle started to hurt, and she didn't wear shoes, and the discomfort became more and more serious.

Li Mubai glanced over her ankle and didn't call to stop.

One o'clock.

During one rotation, Xia Feise felt that her ankle was torn, and she fell to the ground with a sudden pain.

Xia Feise's forehead oozes a layer of cold sweat, and she covers her ankle with one hand.

Sure enough, the ankle swelled up.

Li Mubai didn't step forward, and stood still and slowly said, "Why, my foot is broken?"

Xia Feise looked up at him without speaking.

He stood up slowly with one hand on the ground.

The music is still going on, Li Mubai's eyes are faint, and he slowly said, "Don't you like it? Go on."

Xia Feise retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes slightly, and continued the rotation just now.

Her ankle was always aching, and her nerves were tense.

She closed her eyes, as if back in childhood.

My father was still there, and my mother did not abandon them and remarry.

Dad would drive her to dance classes every day.

At that time, she was the youngest in the class, wearing a little pink skirt and white pantyhose, and she felt like a beautiful little swan in the mirror.

Originally, my father just wanted to cultivate her interest and see what she liked.

Unexpectedly, she persisted all the way.

This persistence lasted for two years.

I don't know how many times, the teacher stepped on the leg pain and cried, and I don't know how many times, the leg hurts at night and can't fall asleep.

But even if she cried again and again, she still went again and again.

She loves dancing, as if she loves life.

The teacher didn't take her to heart because she would be too young then.

But gradually, the teacher became more and more strict with her, serious and severe.

She learned well and became the teacher's proud disciple.

Dad has always been proud of her and can't wait to brag to the world about how powerful she is.

But good times, my father passed away not long after, and the family also collapsed.

She and her brother were sent to an orphanage, without a spacious classroom, and without a piano.

Without the practice clothes that are constantly in demand as he grows taller, there is also no pair of beautiful dancing shoes.

She could only practice the movements she had learned before in places where there was no one, and consolidate her basic skills for a day.

Later, she was adopted by the Wu family.

On the day Wu's parents greeted her, they prepared many beautiful dolls for her.

She didn't feel too happy, but thanked her.

Until her birthday later, Wu Jingyu's father asked her if she had any wishes.

In the beating candlelight, she looked at the gentle face of the man and whispered, "Can I continue to learn dance?"