Why?This is obviously a surrogate abuse article [Transmigration Book]

On the first day Ruan Xiao went to Yunyan's house for class, he was desperate, yelling that he should never go again.

Ruan Xiao used to receive step-by-step training from Mr. Yao in the club.

Because Teacher Yao knew that his ligaments and bones were not stretched since he was a child, so he always told him to do what he could.

As soon as Ruan Xiao cried out in pain, Teacher Yao stopped, and he would never force him in the slightest.

If Ruan Xiaozhan was a treasure in the club before, all he experienced was the simple mode.

For Yunyan, he can be said to be inferior to grass, and the mode has jumped from "simple" to "hell" level.

There is a practice room in Yunyan's villa, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters, with mirrors on the front and back walls.

On the first day of ballet class, Ruan Xiao stood in front of the mirror, holding the bar with one hand, standing upright with his left leg without bending, bending his right leg backwards, and raising it up to [-] degrees.

According to what Yunyan said, Ruan Xiao took the basic posture she asked for, thinking that this would be enough.

As a result, Yunyan took a few steps forward, grabbed his right leg, and continued to lift it up.

"Ah!" Ruan Xiao grinned, "Mr. Yun, it hurts, hurts, hurts!"

"I have the numbers."

Yunyan frowned tightly, and she knew at a glance that she didn't have much patience in class.

Regardless of Ruan Xiaohu's pain, she broke his leg upwards.

With more than 20 years of teaching experience, she can easily know where the limit of everyone's body is.

Before Ruan Xiao arrived, he was already crying, so coquettish that it made Yunyan feel angry.

After a pounding, his legs were bent backwards to an unprecedented height. Ruan Xiao tremblingly supported the practice bar, and before he had time to catch his breath, a hand knife slashed his lower back again.

In the practice room, Ruan Xiao screamed on his back, sweat and tears flowed down together.

Even though he could already see Yunyan's boredom, Ruan Xiao thought about his first contact with ballet, felt sorry for himself, and was afraid that the training would be useless, so he couldn't help but begged: "Mr. Yun, my waist is about to break..."

Yunyan patted his waist again, not paying attention: "Where does a child have a waist?"

"..."

Ruan Xiao dropped the golden beans silently, already starting to miss home.

The sunlight outside cast a layer of warm gold on the practice room, and Ruan Xiao kept standing in the warm light with his legs raised behind him.

Just looking at his movements, you can feel a kind of anxious pain.

Beside the practice pole, the upright left leg is tightly packed, and it has a tendency to tremble and swing.

The waist is folded back to form a curve close to the buttocks and legs.

When other ballet dancers do this kind of movement, it only makes people feel stretched and soft, but when Ruan Xiao does it, it is still stiff, just like a wooden doll that has been forced out.

Ruan Xiao inhaled and exhaled in pain, and five seconds later, the right leg that was overhead behind him began to fall inch by inch.

He turned his black eyes hesitantly, looked at Yunyan, and groaned: "Teacher Yun..."

Yunyan stared calmly and clapped her hands: "Concentrate."

Ruan Xiao immediately clenched his jaw and looked forward.

But the legs still fell uncontrollably.

Yunyan stepped forward again and lifted his leg up.

Ruan Xiao sniffed and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yun, how long will it take?"

"You can't hold on anymore?"

"Um……"

Yunyan looked at the clock on the wall, took a step back, and said, "Then hold on for another 3 minutes."

"!!!"

Ruan Xiao only felt a bolt from the blue!

3 minutes? ! ! !

He couldn't resist for ten seconds! ! !

Ruan Xiao's tears fell more urgently, every second of delay was like frying in oil for an extra minute, painful and unbearable.

Sure enough, after ten seconds, his legs began to soften and tremble like soft noodles, and the high-hanging right leg couldn't hold on anymore.

Ballet was too difficult for him.

Yunyan said at the right time: "Hold on."

Ruan Xiao trembled in fright, but only for half a second.

He was flushed, hesitant, and inattentive.

After much deliberation, Ruan Xiao decided to discuss with Yunyan.

His physical fitness is really not good.

Maybe Teacher Yun can follow him step by step...

Yet at this time.

Ruan Xiao saw Yunyan walk to the opposite window.

This villa is located at the foot of the mountain, with green bamboos and green trees outside, and an old willow near the window, hanging on the window sill.

Yunyan reached out, broke two branches from the willow tree, skillfully twisted the two branches into one, and walked back.

"If you are lazy again." Yun Yan shook the willow stick in her hand, trying to feel it, not joking at all, and said, "I will call you that."

Ruan Xiao gasped in shock: "Mr. Yun, you can't do it."

Yunyan ignored him.

Instead, she walked to his side and looked at his standing posture with a critical look: "Raise it higher."

Ruan Xiao twisted his lips aggrievedly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't say you can't." Yunyan didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and said, "Practicing is not a struggle with your body, but a struggle with willpower. If you think you can persevere, you will be able to persevere."

Ruan Xiao didn't understand, but he really reached the limit, he groaned, holding the exercise pole, his left leg suddenly loosened.

next second.

The wicker was mercilessly whipped on the leg, burning and hurting.

Ruan Xiao was stunned, but his left leg stretched uncontrollably again.

The right leg was about to fall, and fell below the height just now.

Before he had time to think about it, another whip came from the side.

Ruan Xiao had no choice but to raise himself a little higher.

Under the whipping of the willow sticks, Ruan Xiao gritted his teeth and persisted, tears falling silently.

He completely lost his mind, knowing that begging for mercy is useless, as long as his movements are not in place, he will be beaten. The only thing he has to do now is to think about how to hold on longer.

Ruan Xiao pursed her red lips, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"The branches in winter are too brittle and easy to break." Yunyan checked the wicker in her hand, shook her head, and said regretfully: "The spring ones are better... soft and firm."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

He remained motionless, not daring to make a sound.

***

That night, Ruan Xiao tossed and turned in pain.

Ruan Manling felt distressed when she saw it, so she climbed to the upper bunk and rubbed his legs.

After a while, she said: "Xiaoxiao, it's really hard work, so we won't go."

"What's the use of being famous again? It's not suitable for us."

"I see you practiced well in the club before."

Ruan Xiao covered his eyes with one hand, and yelled "Aiyo" like a toothache. When he was pressed to the sore spot, he gasped with a "hiss".

Other than that, he didn't say anything.

Early the next morning, before seven o'clock.

When Ruan Xiao walked, his legs swayed, like a little old man in his dying years, he walked two steps and stopped one step to the front yard.

Zhou Muye was about to go out for a walk with Ah Huang, when he saw Ruan Xiao, he raised his eyebrows: "Where are you going?"

Ruan Xiao was at a loss for a moment, and took it for granted: "Let's go to class."

Zhou Muye looked him up and down, interested: "Isn't it possible to say no?"

Mentioning this, Ruan Xiao couldn't help but sigh.

He lowered his head weakly, waved his hands, and said softly: "I think I can save it again..."

Ruan Xiao continued to walk out, but was stopped by Zhou Muye.

"I'll ask Lao Jin to send you off."

Zhou Muye took out his phone, and whispered to himself, "I thought you weren't going today..."

Ruan Xiao was shy: "No, no, it's too much trouble for Lao Jin, I can go by myself."

Zhou Muye glanced at his swinging legs, and said calmly, "Are you sure you can walk to the station by yourself?"

Ruan Xiao may also feel that he is not good enough, so he didn't hold on for long, and said, "Okay."

After a while, he raised his head again: "Aye, can you pick me up today?"

Zhou Muye looked at him for a while, and stated the facts: "...you are not afraid to trouble me."

Ruan Xiao blushed, put his hands behind his back, and lowered his head: "Don't...don't be so alien."

Zhou Muye: "..."

Yunyan doesn't accept being late, so during the winter vacation, Ruan Xiao was never late for a single day.

In the first week, every time Ruan Xiao got out of class and saw Zhou Muye who came to pick him up, he would break down and cry, saying that he was not coming, and he really didn't want to come again.

But the next day, he got up obediently and went out listlessly with his head hanging down.

Anyone who sees his appearance will have to sigh in admiration: children go to class like going to a grave.

Things finally got better in the second week.

The overstretched muscles finally adapted to the training after enduring the initial soreness.

Yunyan's whipping and reprimand to Ruan Xiao also decreased day by day.

Yunyan admitted that she was not optimistic about Ruan Xiao at first.

Too weak, without the professionalism that an athlete should have.

If it is too bitter, it will cry.

Cry when it hurts too much.

With her resolute personality, she absolutely despises her. She has never dealt with such a delicate student.

Like their ballet dancers, one minute on stage and ten years of work off stage, which one can stand on the stage without enduring the unbearable pain of ordinary people.

So should figure skaters.

So Yunyan decided that Ruan Xiao was not in tune with her.

But in the gap between getting along, Yunyan gradually discovered something intriguing.

One day, she went out to take a break in the middle of class and came back 3 minutes early.

Before he got close to the practice room, through the slightly open door, he could hear Ruan Xiao sniffling, crying, and murmuring something choked up.

Yunyan quietly looked through the crack of the door.

Ruan Xiao is practicing the splits. After so long of training, he is already able to do the splits, but every time he splits a word, he has to die.

His slender and straight legs were split back and forth, and he propped his palms on the ground on both sides of his body, his head was hanging down, his face was flushed from holding back, and big tears were falling down.

"It's too difficult...Xiaoxiao is too difficult...It's so hard, I won't practice, and I will definitely not come tomorrow..."

But while saying this, the front and rear legs are still straight, without any slack.

It was only then that Yunyan realized that Ruan Xiao's pain in class was not for her to hear, nor was it for her to cry.

He just wants to shout, cry, let him hold back, he feels uncomfortable.

It was also at that time that Yunyan found out that Ruan Xiao basically didn't take it for a rest during the 15 minutes between classes.

Standing outside the door, Yunyan smiled to herself.

She found that Ruan Xiao was soft but firm, like fresh green shoots in spring.

***

After the Chinese New Year in mid-February, school starts.

Entering the second semester of the third year of senior high school, even the students of international schools are more immersed in the atmosphere of learning than before.

Even if they are not for the college entrance examination, they have to do various IELTS and TOEFL scores.

Only Ruan Xiao, because he is preparing for the upcoming season, will have two days off a week to go to the practice room or the ice rink for training.

After less than a month of vacation, the effect of training with Yunyan is almost immediate.

On the first day of school, everyone was amazed the moment they saw Ruan Xiao.

They only felt that there was something different about Ruan Xiao, but they couldn't tell.

It seems that the body is more slender, and the temperament is more calm, and the whole person exudes a natural elegance.

The students still remember that one day in physical education class, the teacher asked Ruan Xiao to go to the front to demonstrate the lower back movement.

Ruan Xiao came to the front, turned his back to everyone, and adjusted his large sportswear cuffs first.

He subconsciously turned the toe of his left foot to the side, as if he had learned a standing habit from ballet, which made him look slim no matter which angle he looked at.

From the perspective of the students, one can see Ruan Xiao turning his face slightly, concentrating on folding his cuffs, the sun seems to be the only one who favors him, illuminating his snowy skin brightly, his curled long eyelashes sweeping the shadows, and the lines of his profile are exquisite and beautiful. When he was so quiet and didn't speak, there was a kind of tranquil and far-reaching temperament.

The changes that ballet brings to people are often integrated into the flesh and blood, and every gesture brings a stable and quiet charm.

The students stared at the front without blinking, and this unforgettable scene was left in everyone's heart.

Ruan Xiao is as beautiful as the boy in the painting.

After the winter vacation, the results of Zhou Muye's biology competition came out. As everyone expected, he became one of the only four people in the country who will represent him in the International Biology Competition in the near future.

On the last Friday at the end of February, Zhou Muye went to Yunyan's villa to pick up Ruan Xiao as usual after school.

It's late today for some reason, Zhou Muye went to the living room to wait under the guidance of the housekeeper.

Passing through the practice room on the way, soothing music can be heard inside, and vague conversations can be heard occasionally.

"... I will go to Germany to meet another student in a while, I thought about it, you have to stop training now... you can consider going with me..."

"Germany... Teacher, I can't do it, my mother..."

Zhou Muye heard a few words, glanced lightly towards the door of the practice room, and continued to walk forward with the housekeeper.

Fast forward to March.

Zhou Muye went to the United States to participate in a competition. Before the competition, he had a week of closed training.

In the past few days, Ruan Xiao would go to the back kitchen to take a look at the calendar every day after returning from training at the club.

He lives a day, tearing up a piece of paper, sometimes passing through the back kitchen before going to school, and tearing up the calendar of the day in the morning, as if the time can suddenly disappear for a day and the days can pass faster.

But Ruan Xiao didn't wait for Zhou Muye, but he waited for Ruan Manling to inform him of moving.

It happened to be a rainy day that day, it was fine during the day, and it started to rain in the evening.

Ruan Manling looked at the rain curtain on the eaves and worried.

But all the moving minivans had arrived at the door of Zhou's house, and it was embarrassing to ask the masters to go home, so she simply moved according to the original plan.

Ruan Manling had already informed Shang Yao of her move.

Shang Yao happened to be at home that day, so he called other people in the house to help the mother and son move together.

Half an hour later, the fully loaded white truck drove out of Zhou's villa.

In the car, Ruan Manling sat in the front seat, patted her wet cuffs, then turned to Ruan Xiao who was in the back seat and said, "Xiaoxiao, take out a towel for mom from the bag, and wipe that one yourself."

"Oh, good."

Ruan Xiao bent down and rummaged through the plastic bag at his feet.

It was precisely because of this bending that Ruan Xiao missed a black Phantom Eight that was slowly passing by outside the car window.

In the rain, two cars passed by in dislocation.

Zhou Muye sat in the back seat of the phantom, unintentionally glanced out of the window, and then withdrew his indifferent glance.

Like this rich community where the Zhou family is located, the personnel structure is stable, and no one has moved for more than ten years, so almost no moving trucks have been seen in this area.

Although it was abrupt, Zhou Muye didn't feel at ease.

When he got home, Zhou Muye put down his luggage at the entrance, and took off his coat slowly.

Shang Yao passed by the door, wiping her rain-drenched hair with a towel.

Seeing Zhou Muye, she was stunned for a moment, and said, "Yo, you're back? Didn't you mean tomorrow?"

"Well, it's ahead of time." Zhou Muye didn't say much, after taking off his coat, he saw her wiping her hair and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Damn, I just moved Aunt Ling for you and got soaked in the rain."

Shang Yao didn't care.

Zhou Muye paused for a moment, then blurted out, "Where's Ruan Xiao?"

Shang Yao didn't take it seriously: "Let's go together."

next second.

The coat fluttered and fell to the ground.

The tall boy turned and rushed into the rain.

Shang Yao was shocked.

half an hour.

Then he shouted at the door where the cold wind came in: "Hey! What are you running for?"

***

Zhou Muye ran out of the villa and headed towards the direction the truck left.

The cold rain splashed on his face, which made him unable to open his eyes, but his cold black eyes were always fixed on a non-existent target in front of him.

——Going to Germany to meet another student in a while...

——You can consider walking with me...

—I can't, my mother...

The conversation between Ruan Xiao and the teacher in the practice room that day is still in my ears.

Zhou Muye never thought that Ruan Xiao would bring his family to Germany.

It would never have occurred to Ruan Xiao to leave without saying goodbye.

Zhou Muye couldn't help thinking.

How long has Ruan Xiao been away?

half a year?

a year?

Or is it like Bai Xiyu, who goes there for four or five years?

If you have to go, why can't you tell me in advance?

Why can't we wait for him to come back.

In Ruan Xiao's mind, what exactly is he?

I thought their relationship was already...

Zhou Muye gritted his teeth secretly. In the cold heavy rain, his skin was washed pale, and the corners of his always mean eyes turned red.

As he ran, the cold air continued to pour into his lungs, which became a dull pain like a knife.

In any case, the truth is that Ruan Xiao left without a sound, without even saying goodbye.

Slowly, the boy stopped, walked a few steps according to the inertia, and stood in the middle of the community crossroad.

With his hands hanging down by his sides, he stood in the rain curtain a little dejectedly for a while, then turned around and walked back.

Zhou Muye returned home again with water stains all over his body. Wherever he went, there were large water stains on the floor around his feet.

Ah Huang bounced around beside him, but he didn't dare to approach him, Gou Zi was a little restless.

"Hey!" Shang Yao felt novelty seeing his embarrassed appearance.

Her son has always done things in an orderly manner and is very calm and calm. He has never made himself like this since he was a child.

She still has the leisure to joke: "You have to save water, and you don't have to go outside to take a shower."

"Yeah." Zhou Muye's hair was wet, his head was lowered, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was colder than usual, "I forgot to bring the shower gel."

He ignored Shang Yao any more.

Picking up the jacket on the ground, he took out the phone from the pocket of the jacket.

Zhou Muye opened WeChat and saw that in the top chat, the record was still last week.

He stood there staring blankly for half a minute, and finally blinked, as if waking up.

Open the settings and blacklist that account.

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Young master chasing his wife: chasing, chasing, angry, stop chasing.