White Swan

Chapter 11

Qiao Fei and Luo Ziwen finished the last dance and got off the stage.

Immediately, several people gathered around, wanting to add their WeChat, Qiao Fei replied politely, and finally added the contact information of many people.

I have to delete it when I go back. If He Haoyun sees it, I may not be able to explain it clearly.

Luo Ziwen vigorously scanned the codes of the people around him, and checked to see if there was any good-looking little sister.

Qiao Fei raised her head and brushed away the hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall man with long legs waiting for a traffic light on a Ducati motorcycle.

He recognized the pure black helmet at a glance. Although there are quite a few people wearing black helmets in the city, with that Ducati motorcycle, he would definitely not be mistaken.

Shi Xubai straddled the motorcycle, with one long leg propped on the ground gracefully, and his right hand resting on the handle.

Qiao Fei couldn't help looking at it for a while.

Not knowing if he felt his gaze, Shi Xubai turned his head and looked towards the square.He was wearing a helmet and couldn't see his face at all, but Qiao Fei felt that he seemed to be looking at him.

"My God, it's been a long time since so many people have come."

Qiao Fei was taken aback by Luo Ziwen's sudden shout, and was distracted. Looking back, the red light at the intersection had turned green, and the motorcycle turned a corner and disappeared at the corner of the street.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the next performance began on the stage.

"I danced so well today, I suddenly felt like I became a star." Luo Ziwen flipped through the newly added contacts on his phone, with a happy expression on his face.

"Come on, you're still close to being a star." Qiao Fei picked up the things placed on the side of the stage, "I'm going first, I'm going back to practice the repertoire for the interview."

Luo Ziwen suddenly raised his head, sincerely happy for his friend, "He agreed?"

"not yet……"

"You didn't ask?"

Qiao Fei sighed lightly, and explained: "I asked, but he didn't say yes or no."

"Then dance well, maybe they will really choose you."

Qiao Fei knew that Luo Ziwen had no chance to participate in the interview. He was not an official employee of the dance troupe, but a student. Even if he was selected, he would not be able to go abroad, after all, his grandmother was still here.

He seriously assured Luo Ziwen, "Well, no matter what, I will dance seriously."

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Tomorrow is the day for the Elizabeth Royal Ballet to audition.

Qiao Fei stayed in the dance room of the villa all day, and performed the only solo dance dozens of times.He had memorized the movements a long time ago, but he had to repeat them over and over again, making every detail the best, and he couldn't find any problems.

He still didn't ask He Haoyun if he could go abroad. He didn't have the courage and was afraid of being rejected.But today is the last day, and I can only ask He Haoyun when he comes back.

Seeing that it was still early, Qiao Fei thought about going upstairs to stretch and relax.

Halfway up the stairs, the sound of a key turning just came from the entrance, Qiao Fei ran a few steps and rushed upstairs, planning to take a quick shower, tidy up a bit, and then go to see He Haoyun.

Getting ready, Qiao Fei sat in the room for a while, organized her words, and went downstairs.

He Haoyun was talking on the phone when Qiao Fei walked into the living room.The second young master of the He family stood in front of the window, his dark gray suit still in place, his right hand in his trouser pocket, he looked indifferent and dangerous.

He Haoyun yelled into the phone: "Can you stop being so annoying? My parents didn't care about me when I was young. Are you free now or something? Call me every day."

It was his brother He Chijie.

The memory of the last time He Haoyun called his elder brother on the phone was still in Qiao Fei's mind, he took small steps and backed away, wishing he couldn't disappear in place.

He Chijie didn't know what he said over there, He Haoyun slammed the window glass hard, "Leave it alone if you tell me."

Just as Qiao Fei was about to lift her foot and sneak back to her room, He Haoyun turned around in front of the window.

Seeing him, He Haoyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and cut off the phone without waiting for the other end to finish speaking.

"come over."

I thought I could hide when he didn't see me, but my hope was dashed.Qiao Fei tried her best to hold back the trembling of her calf, and walked slowly to his side, "Master Hao."

"En." He Haoyun responded, and his eyes fell on Qiao Fei's feet, "It's cold on the ground, why don't you wear socks."

Qiao Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't seem to be angry either.

The floor of the living room is made of marble, creamy white granite with light gray veins.

"I haven't had time yet..." Qiao Fei looked down at his feet, his mind was full of tomorrow's interview, and he didn't even think about wearing socks.

The nanny was quite discerning, and when she heard their conversation in the dining room, she immediately brought a pair of freshly dried socks from the laundry room and handed them to Qiao Fei.

"Lift up your legs." He Haoyun snatched the socks from the nanny, hooked his fingers to Qiao Fei, and signaled him to lift up his legs.Qiao Fei had no choice but to put her hands on his shoulders, and stretched out her right leg to him.He Haoyun broke Qiao Fei's legs into a straight shape, held his slender ankles, and put a pair of fluffy white socks on him.

In fact, Qiao Fei is not cold at all.

"Are you hungry? Don't cook today. I remember that you like pasta, and the nanny has already made it." He Haoyun sat on the sofa and opened a magazine on the coffee table.

Qiao Fei didn't respond, hesitating how to ask He Haoyun about the interview.

He had just finished the phone call with He Chijie, and Qiao Fei had seen how much He Haoyun annoyed his elder brother, and he also knew that He Haoyun would sulk for a long time every time they finished talking, so asking him now the possibility of his agreement is not not tall.

But the interview is tomorrow, and if you don't ask now, you will never have another chance.

And He Haoyun cared about himself just now, and put socks on him.

Qiao Fei comforted herself in this way, and sat next to He Haoyun anxiously, curled her legs on the sofa, lowered her head and played with the wool on the socks: "Master Hao, I have an interview with the dance troupe tomorrow, can I go? Going abroad for three months, if you are worried, I can call you every day, and you can see me whenever you want. Actually, I just want to give it a try, and they really won’t choose me.”

He said so much, but He Haoyun didn't answer, but poured Qiao Fei a glass of brandy and pushed it in front of him, "Come, have a drink with me."

Qiao Fei especially hates drinking, that kind of pungent liquid can set her throat on fire, and she swallowed it with difficulty, and her stomach is still burning with pain. I really don't understand why He Haoyun likes to drink this kind of thing.

"I have an interview tomorrow, can I drink it next time?" Qiao Fei glanced at the glass of wine on the table, feeling that it was spitting a message to herself like a poisonous snake.

It's not that he never drank with He Haoyun, it's just that He Haoyun never forced him to drink when he said he really didn't like it.

"Good, be obedient."

Unable to refuse, Qiao Fei could only pick up the wine glass, pinch his nose and drink down the wine. He couldn't help coughing a few times, choking his throat and eyes sorely.I heard that this brandy is very expensive, and there are not many bottles in the world, but Qiao Fei really didn't know why it was so expensive, it was bad enough to drink.

He Haoyun poured him another glass and motioned him to drink it down.

Qiao Fei shook her head slightly, "It's so uncomfortable...I don't want to drink anymore..."

"The last cup, I won't lie to you."

This last cup became two cups, three cups...

He Haoyun smiled slightly, his handsome face looked a little cold.

He Haoyun in front of him gradually overlapped with the scene two years ago.At that time, Qiao Fei was talented, but he experienced setbacks that many people would never experience in a lifetime.

He had no father since he was a child, and when he asked his mother where his father had gone, he never got an answer.

On the day Qiao Fei became an adult, his mother left with someone and left him a note saying that he was already grown up and that he would have to walk his own way in the future.

He knew that his mother had long wanted to elope with her lover, and he was the only hemp rope that tied her here.Now that he has grown up, the hemp rope is broken, and there is nothing to keep her.

The City Theater Ballet is recruiting new performers. Qiao Fei tried it out with a fluke mentality, but the training he had received was nothing compared to the training he had spent a lot of money on since he was a child, so the interview was rejected.The artistic director of the dance troupe at the time told him that he could try to go to the affiliated academy and come back for an interview after he had practiced his dance skills.

Where would Qiao Fei have the money to pay for her tuition?

He sat alone on the steps outside the dance troupe, with nowhere to go.

He Haoyun just finished discussing the sponsorship with the group leader and left the theater.When he went down the stairs, he didn't see the boy sitting below, and accidentally kicked him up.

Qiao Fei was startled, and looked up at He Haoyun with teary eyes, covering the painful place from being kicked, like a puppy that has no home.

He Haoyun thought he was blocking his way, so he asked him not to sit here and get in the way in a blunt tone.Qiao Fei didn't answer, but just looked at He Haoyun with bewilderment in his eyes.

Just when He Haoyun lost interest and wanted to avoid Qiao Fei, the boy said cautiously: "Are you from the dance troupe? I dance really hard, and I have danced for many years. Why don't you watch it again?" ..."

Qiao Fei hesitated to speak, as if he was trying to grasp the last straw, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he could hardly hear it.

He Haoyun looked down at the thin and frail boy in front of him, as clean as a piece of white paper, blinking a pair of watery almond eyes.

He looked back along Qiao Fei's line of sight, understood, and asked the boy, "Want to join the dance troupe?"

"Yeah." Qiao Fei looked up at the tall man in front of him from the ground, He Haoyun was holding the light behind him, and behind him was a blue sky and white clouds.

He Haoyun became playful, and asked Qiao Fei if he would like to accompany him for a few days, and just chat if he doesn't do anything.He is the biggest sponsor of the dance troupe, so naturally he has a way to let Qiao Fei in.

The innocent boy didn't think carefully about the meaning behind this, but knew that if he said no, his dream of dancing ballet would come to an abrupt end.

So Qiao Fei agreed, looking at He Haoyun with gratitude in his eyes, thinking that he was an angel sent to him by God.

He lost his home, his parents, and in the end there was nothing left but his shattered dreams, muddy and filthy.