White Swan

Chapter 9

At seven o'clock in the evening, the light rain in the afternoon turned into a downpour.

Qiao Fei leaned on the passenger seat, looking at the blurred street view outside the window.

He remembered that when he was a child, he liked to count the raindrops on the car window, and secretly cheered for the raindrop he was optimistic about, hoping that it would fall the fastest.Don't know when the habit died, maybe when he realized that his favorite Raindrop had never won.

For some reason today, He Haoyun was in a very good mood, so he specially picked up Qiao Fei and took him to have a meal.The restaurant chosen by the second young master of the He family has always been high-end western food, with a fork and red wine, it's more about showing off than eating.

"What's wrong? Why are you listless?" He Haoyun put one hand on the steering wheel and rubbed the top of Qiao Fei's head with one free hand. He felt that his soft hair felt good to the touch and messed up his hair. Just give up.

Qiao Fei originally didn't want to bring up the interview so soon, but seeing that He Haoyun was in a good mood, he finally couldn't help asking: "Well... a director of the dance troupe will come for an interview after a while, and he wants to choose a few actors to go to. A play. Can I participate? If I am selected, I will go abroad for a few months."

He Haoyun's cell phone rang, and he glanced distractedly at the screen on the bracket.

Qiao Fei paused, and continued: "It won't be too long, just a few months." After thinking about it, he added in a low voice, "And I guess I won't be selected."

"It depends on your performance. There will be guests at home later, so be good to me." He Haoyun didn't seem to have a big reaction to this matter, but paid more attention to the information on the phone.

Looking at the performance, does it mean that it is possible?Qiao Fei's eyes lit up, and his mood suddenly became better. He climbed over the seat and pecked He Haoyun's cheek: "Thank you, I will be very good."

He Haoyun laughed, taking it for granted that he enjoyed the boy's fawning.

Not long after they got home, the doorbell rang.The butler went to open the door and introduced the guests into the living room.

Qiao Fei sat on the high chair in front of the bar, his toes couldn't reach the ground, and he shook his legs a little nervously.Those who can be invited to the house by He Haoyun are either his drinking and meat friends, or important business partners.

No matter who it is, Qiao Fei can't afford it.He could only lean against He Haoyun obediently, with a gentle and harmless smile on his face.

He Haoyun greeted the visitor, stretched out his hand to Qiao Fei, and let him go: "Feier, come, this is the person in charge of our new project, Mr. Li."

It seems that today is the latter.

Qiao Fei jumped off the high chair, rubbed against He Haoyun, and snuggled up to him obediently.He Haoyun put his arms around Qiao Fei's shoulders and introduced to Mr. Li: "This is my child."

"Hello." Qiao Fei greeted politely and shook hands with the visitor.

Qiao Fei didn't like the lingering smell of smoke from these people, their noisy and hoarse voices, and even less the way they looked at her.

But he is like a parrot that can learn how to speak, he can only speak nice words, and he cannot curse, otherwise he will be thrown out by the owner.

He didn't want to be thrown out, he had nowhere to go, so Qiao Fei could only say "Hi", "It's a nice day" and "Have a nice day".

Mr. Li looked at Qiao Fei, sat down on the sofa, and never took his eyes off him from the moment he entered the door.Qiao Fei was uncomfortable being stared at by him, and couldn't help hiding behind He Haoyun.

"This ballet figure is good." Mr. Li clicked his tongue and commented unscrupulously.

The nanny brought tea and fruit and put them on the tea table.

"Let's dance and see. I always heard Mr. He said that the children in the family can dance ballet. I saw me today, so I didn't show it."

He Haoyun interjected: "Come on, he can't dance well, so he's at the bottom of the dance troupe."

"This leg is really exciting." Mr. Li sat forward and put his elbows on his knees.

He Haoyun's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, with a puzzled expression on his face, he said to Qiao Fei in a cold voice: "Okay, you have nothing to do, go upstairs."

Mr. Li still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by He Haoyun: "This is the design drawing handed in a few days ago, please take a look at it..."

Qiao Fei almost ran up the stairs, trying to resist the urge to slam the door.He sometimes hated himself for looking like this, with slender limbs and graceful lines, a standard figure for ballet.But the body that allows him to follow his dreams is also a cage that traps him.

The night rain blurred the lights outside the window.Qiao Fei didn't turn on the big light in the room, but turned on the lamp on the table, and huddled up in the dim light.

Qiao Fei knew that she was not that good at dancing.After all, he didn't have any professional training.When he was a child, the family had no money for him to learn dancing, and ballet lessons were extremely expensive. His mother denied him before he finished speaking, and asked him to study hard and go to a good university.

Qiao Fei didn't listen, so she skipped class every day in the second grade of elementary school, and secretly followed other people's ballet training classes.Across the wall, he couldn't hear what the teacher was saying inside, so he just followed the gourd, and he followed what others did inside.

As a result, when his mother found out, she caught her home and beat her up. Qiao Fei wiped her tears and nose, and went outside the Ballet Academy the next day.

The teacher in that academy is kind, seeing him studying outside day after day, he opened the back door and windows of the dance room so that he could hear the sound from outside, and at least he knew what the moves were called.

When he was a little older, he went to the restaurant every day after school to clean the tables and saved some money.But that little money couldn't afford the expensive tuition required for professional ballet classes, so Qiao Fei could only learn to dance in one of the cheapest private dance classes.His mother didn't need to spend the family's money, so he let him go.

She didn't go to school seriously when she was a child, and Qiao Fei devoted all her time to ballet.He bought CDs and various books on ballet, and stretched his legs even in bed at night.

But no matter how much effort he put in, his ballet still couldn't reach the level of solo dancing. He was always struggling at the bottom of the dance troupe, unable to dance, and refused to give up.

He can only look up at the stars twinkling in the center of the stage, watching them accept the flowers and applause from the audience, but he stands in the last row, silently waiting for the day that belongs to him.

Qiao Fei's eyes fell on the schoolbag he threw to the corner, he pulled it over by the strap, and took out the magazine from inside.

His English is not good, and he did not recognize a few words he knew after reading it several times.He put on his headphones and played the fourth part of "Swan Lake".

Qiao Fei lay on the carpet in the room, with a pen in her mouth, flipping through the magazine page by page, finding out all the articles with Shi Xubai's photos, and opening the phone dictionary to translate all the unintelligible words Write down.

After looking up English words for more than an hour, Qiao Fei finally pieced together the general meaning of the magazine.The name of this magazine is "BorntoDance", which roughly means born for dancing.

It collects several dance critics' favorite ballerinas.Shi Xubai has appeared many times in magazines, and several articles are about his stories and dance dramas he has starred in.

The second page of No.30 is an interview with Shi Xubai, who passed the interview and assessment, and joined the Ballet of Santa Maria. At the age of 22, he became the principal, and served as the leading actor in almost all dance dramas. He is also the youngest chief in the history of Santa Barbara.

Dance critics spoke highly of him, saying that he is a rare genius in the ballet world, and his dancing is close to perfection, and he is called the Prince of Ballet, the prince of the ballet world.

Indeed a genius.The Santa Maria Ballet is one of the top dance companies. There are no less than ten principals among them. They can become principals at the age of 22, and they can also play most of the male leading roles. This is the result of hard work and dedication. .

Anyone who knows ballet knows that ballet actresses are usually the focus on the stage, the embodiment of elegance and elegance in everyone's mind.And a magazine that pays so much attention to interviewing and commenting on a male dancer is also a recognition of Shi Xubai's ability.

Almost half of the magazine was filled with photos of this genius, and Qiao Fei carefully looked at each page.He turned to page No.18 and stopped.

On the eighteenth page is a still photo that takes up the entire page. Shi Xubai is wearing a clean white dance costume, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, standing out in the center of the stage.

The dance drama is "Swan Lake", and Shi Xubai plays the prince.

The photo only took Shi Xubai, and did not include the princess who was partnering with him.He is alone in the center of the photo, with his hand outstretched to the right, as if waiting for his princess to approach.

The back page of the magazine told of his injuries.Shi Xubai was diagnosed with patellar pain syndrome in his right leg a year ago. His symptoms, which could have been improved by recuperating for several months, were aggravated by his high demands on himself.

He can't dance because a ruthless demon has ruined his ballet career.

Qiao Fei got up from the ground and hid the magazine in the crack of the carpet under the bed.He lay on the bed, thinking about what Shi Xubai had said to him during the day.

You dance beautifully.

Thinking about it carefully, he seems to be the first person in the world to say this to Qiao Fei.

Qiao Fei is even willing to give everything just to hear him say it again.

He took out his mobile phone from his bag, clicked on WeChat, and lay on the bed thinking about it for almost half an hour, struggling in his heart.He took out the small stone from his pocket, held it tightly in the other hand, and finally clicked on Shi Xubai's friend request.

The small stones were warmed by him, and the smooth surface seemed to be burning hot, burning his palms so painfully.

The phone rang, and Qiao Fei was startled. She almost dropped it on the ground. After finally holding it firmly, she took a look and saw that it was Luo Ziwen. He told him to meet him at the square at 61 o'clock on Zhou.

Qiao Fei clicked to reply, feeling a little empty in her heart for no reason.

But before he was depressed, the phone rang again. Qiao Fei picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.

[I passed your friend verification request...]

Qiao Fei clutched the phone tightly in front of her chest, wondering if Shi Xubai could hear Qiao Fei's heart beating on the other end.

The last picture of Qiao Fei before falling asleep is a prince, dancing alone in the dark night, looking for his princess all over the world.

Shi Xubai.

Qiao Fei liked the taste of the name on his tongue, warm like the sun, sweet and orange.