White Swan

Chapter 14

When Qiao Fei returned to the villa and opened the door of her room, she saw the bouquet of roses on the bed.The rose-red flowers with drops are wrapped in a black gold-edged wrapping paper and tied together with a sky-blue ribbon.

He stood at the door of the bedroom for a while, not wanting to enter the room.

Probably different from many people, Qiao Fei doesn't like flowers, and it can even be said that she dislikes them.He didn't like to watch it wither away bit by bit, gradually fade away, and finally be thrown away.

When she was a child, Qiao Fei's mother brought home again and again different men, and each man swore to his mother that he would be good to them.The men would send his mother flowers, each bouquet was different, sometimes roses, sometimes hyacinths, sometimes roses.

Qiao Fei watched these flowers being put into vases, withering and withering day by day.The only thing these flowers have in common is that they end up in trash cans.

Compared with flowers, Qiao Fei prefers pebbles, at least they are eternal.The flowers are not special, unlike his pebbles, which are unique in the whole world.

This little stone has been with him for many years and is his most precious possession.It meant more to him than any roses, expensive gifts, or even a dance studio in the basement.

Qiao Fei and He Haoyun said that they don't like flowers, so instead of giving him roses, it's better to spend more time with him, even if it means talking to him more.He Haoyun didn't hear it at all, or he heard it but didn't care. The roses were sent as they were, and the company's tedious matters were never postponed for him.

After all, how easy it is to ask an assistant to buy a few flowers is much easier than spending time trying to make your little lover happy.

The roses on the bed still exude a light fragrance, a little sweet and intoxicating.

He Haoyun never bothered to apologize to him, he would only comfort him in this way that had nothing to do with language.After all a storm never asks forgiveness from a drowning man.

Qiao Fei picked up the flowers on the bed and threw them into the trash can in the corner.

He sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the messages on his phone.When the rehearsal is over, Shi Xubai will sometimes give some guidance to the protagonists in those dance dramas in the group, pointing out the problems in the dance that day and how to improve.

This information has nothing to do with Qiao Fei, but he still read it over and over again, and couldn't help but wonder if he would get more guidance and care if he was one of those chiefs.

Shi Xubai is the orange-flavored candy he hides on the top of the cupboard. He will never eat it, and only take it out occasionally, but it can also satisfy him.

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The artistic director of Elizabeth Royal Ballet finally chose Lu Yang and another actor to attend their performance.

"A Winter's Tale" will be their last dance drama at City Ballet. After the performance in February next year, they will go to England to rehearse a new dance drama.And City Ballet will also get the opportunity to promote, and the plays that Lu Yang and that actor will star in in the UK will also say that they are from City Ballet.In short, this is a contract that can benefit both parties, after all, the flow of talent in the art world is very high.

The dance troupe will hold a banquet for the artistic director who came from a long distance, but in fact, it is not so much planned for the artistic director, as it is to solicit sponsorship for the next chief who will replace Lu Yang.

This is the case of open and secret struggles in ballet companies. When a chief stands out and climbs a high branch, the actors waiting below are scrambling to squeeze up, eager to stand in the center of the stage.

Only the main character can be remembered by everyone, can be on the posters hanging outside the dance company, become the focus of people's attention, and receive flowers after the performance.

There is no one in the dance troupe who does not want to be the chief, and Qiao Fei is no exception.

Qiao Fei sat on the high chair at the bar, with a Chinese-English translation of "History of Western Ballet" spread out on her lap.The content inside is very interesting, and the accompanying illustrations are also very beautiful. There are many white dresses worn by classical ballet dancers.

This book tells in detail several of the most famous dance plays in the West, including the background story and various adaptations of "Swan Lake".

He casually flipped through the book, listening to He Haoyun discussing with Director Zhao over the phone about sponsoring new actors.

"Okay, let's talk about it when I go." He Haoyun hung up the phone, threw the phone on the coffee table, and stretched his arms lazily on the back of the sofa.

Qiao Fei raised her head from the book, and asked He Haoyun cautiously: "Are you going to a banquet?"

"Well, the night after tomorrow, you go with me."

Qiao Fei flipped the corner of the page lightly with his fingertips. He had actually expected this result, but he still begged: "Can I not go? It's useless if I go to this kind of banquet, it just takes up space there." .”

This kind of banquet for sponsorship for dancers has nothing to do with Qiao Fei, he is just a group dancer, there is no need, and no one will sponsor him.It's not that he hasn't been there before, it's just that he is very lonely, watching a group of people talking and laughing there, but he can't get involved in it anyway.

One of the most important skills of being a prima ballerina is being able to stand in the center of the crowd as a matter of course, calmly attract everyone's attention to yourself, and stand in the spotlight without fear.

Qiao Fei was not so confident. He didn't dare to fight or grab, so he could only stand in the back row, eager for attention, but afraid of being the focus.There was nothing noble about him, no lift of the chin, no fake smile on his face.

He's not a candy, so it's useless to wrap it in a pretty candy wrapper.

"Be obedient, go if you are told." This sentence finalized the result, and He Haoyun did not leave any room for negotiation.He raised his eyelids and asked Qiao Fei casually, "Do you like the flowers I gave you?"

Qiao Fei smiled obediently, "Well, I like it very much, thank you."

The flower is lying in the bottom of the trash can.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" He Haoyun raised his hand and asked Qiao Fei to come over and let him sit beside him.

Qiao Fei put down the book, nestled into the sofa, and leaned her head on He Haoyun's shoulder.Ask him now if he is uncomfortable, why can't you ask him before forcing him to drink.

He shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

"My darling, you have to practice your drinking capacity, don't be so drunk, you will lose face when you go out in the future." He Haoyun put a pair of long legs on the coffee table, and said falsely, "If you are not drunk, say Maybe you just passed the interview, don’t you think so?”

Qiao Fei tried to force a smile on her face, suppressed the soreness in her heart, and replied copiously: "Well, I'm sorry."

Satisfied, He Haoyun rubbed Qiao Fei's head with his big hand and went upstairs.

After he left, Qiao Fei nestled herself into the corner of the sofa, her eyes gradually glazed over.

A year ago, He Haoyun was working overtime at the company. Qiao Fei was bored at home alone, turned on the TV, and saw a report of a car accident on the news. The driver was drunk and drove the car outside the fence of the highway and fell off the cliff.

And the picture shown on the TV was his mother.

After He Haoyun came home, Qiao Fei told him about it, her eyes were red, hoping to get some comfort, but all she got in exchange was one sentence, didn't your mother want you?

This is true, but she is still his mother after all.

Qiao Fei didn't want to drink, and he didn't want to practice his drinking capacity. He wanted to pour all the brandy in He Haoyun's collection into the sink without leaving a drop.