White Swan

Chapter 1

City Theater Ballet's production of "Giselle" sold out within a week.

As the only ballet company in the urban area, any ballet they put on is extremely sought-after.After all, many people think that watching ballet is an experience of royalty and nobility, and a way of appreciating high art.

Qiao Fei sat on the backstage bench, flexing her ankles while waiting for the curtain call.His role is only in the first act, and he has nothing to do after the intermission.

I don't know if it was because he didn't stretch well before going on stage, his calf was a little sore, and his muscles seemed to be twisted into a ball.Qiao Fei reached out to massage her legs, and glanced at the watch on the wall.

Nine fifty.

After finally getting through until the stage manager called for someone, Qiao Fei got up and stood on the side stage with other actors.He moved his shoulders, endured his fatigue, and straightened his body.

After sitting in the backstage for a long time, she got used to the dim environment. When she came on stage, the dazzling lights made Qiao Fei almost unable to open her eyes.Although the stage was brightly lit, the auditorium below the stage was pitch black. No one could be seen, only thunderous applause could be heard.

Without any disturbance, Qiao Fei walked to the front of the stage, bowed deeply, put a smile on her face like a mask, and then trotted to stand in the last row of the stage according to the procedure, waiting for the rest of the actors to call their curtains.

He lowered his eyes a little, studying the old scratches on the dark gray floor.Beads of sweat slid down the neck and flowed into the collar, which was sticky and a little uncomfortable.

My calf still hurts, and I feel a little cramp.

The curtain fell slowly, and the applause died down.Qiao Fei was the first to rush off the stage, almost ran to the dressing room, poured some makeup remover on the cotton sheet, wiped it on her face randomly, and walked out with her bag.

Coming out of the actors' exit backstage, Qiao Fei saw the silver Rolls Royce parked on the right at a glance.The driver saw him and got out of the car to help him open the door.

Finally got into the car, Qiao Fei nestled in the seat, slightly relieved.He straightened his legs, pointing up his toes, trying to relax his calves.

Qiao Fei brushed away the broken hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat, and asked Uncle Yang, who was driving, to turn up the air conditioner. In August, it was really hot at night.

"Giselle" has been performed five times in a row, and it must be a lie to say that I am not tired.Qiao Fei danced the whole night, plus the rehearsal in the morning, her body was in severe pain.He dug out a bottle of ibuprofen from his bag, poured out a few tablets, and was about to swallow dryly, when he heard Uncle Yang cough lightly.

"Second young master is in a bad mood today." Uncle Yang looked at him from the rearview mirror and said kindly.

Qiao Fei's hand hanging in the air stopped immediately, and she came to her senses: "Understood, thank you Uncle Yang."

He counted the painkillers in his hand, poured them back into the bottle calmly, closed the lid, and stuffed the bottle at the bottom of the bag.

He Haoyun didn't like him taking painkillers, because he would feel sleepy after taking painkillers, and he could hardly fall asleep after a long time.And his bad mood means that Qiao Fei will not be allowed to sleep until he is in a good mood.

It was almost midnight when we got back to the villa, the housekeeper and nanny had all rested, and the house was silent.After entering the entrance, Qiao Fei gently put down the bag and swallowed.

The living room didn't turn on the lights, so the scene inside the house could only be seen clearly by the moonlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He Haoyun sat on the sofa with his back to the door.There is a glass of Courvoisier brandy on the coffee table, which has almost bottomed out.

"It's so late, why don't you come back." He Haoyun heard the sound behind him, and turned his head slightly, "You didn't hear me when I told you to come back at ten o'clock in the morning, did you?"

"Something went wrong backstage, it started late..." Qiao Fei walked nervously to the sofa, rubbing her fingertips, trying not to let her heart beat too fast.

What he said was true, someone forgot to turn off the smoke machine backstage before the show, set off the fire alarm, and almost didn't call the firemen.

"Are you looking for an excuse?" He Haoyun got up and walked in front of Qiao Fei. The tall figure blocked the moonlight firmly and shrouded Qiao Fei in the darkness.

Qiao Fei lowered her head and apologized softly: "...I'm sorry."

He Haoyun narrowed his eyes, carefully studied Qiao Fei's slightly trembling appearance, suddenly raised his hand, and swung at Qiao Fei's left face.

I don't know where Qiao Fei got the courage to dodge, standing two steps away from He Haoyun trembling slightly.After staying around the devil for a long time, Qiao Fei gradually learned how to recognize the signs of his anger.He could basically tell when He Haoyun wanted to hit him, he just never dared to hide.

"Master Hao... let me go this time, okay? Tomorrow will be the closing performance, and there will be a lot of people coming to see it."

He Haoyun looked at him coldly, pinched Qiao Fei's cheek with the fingers of his right hand, and squeezed hard.

The hungry wolf will never let the rabbit go, even if it begs for mercy pitifully.

"You are a group dancer, who do you think came to see you?" He Haoyun had a handsome face, but he said the most poignant words.With a little force on his fingers, he pressed five marks on Qiao Fei's face.

He Haoyun is like this, what belongs to him must leave his mark to be satisfied.

Qiao Fei has fair skin and straight and slender legs. After all, he has danced ballet for more than ten years, so how could he not be in good shape.He is 20 years old, but he is not tall, and his frame is still thin and small, which is exactly the type that He Haoyun likes.

It's no wonder that Qiao Fei can't even win the solo position in the dance troupe. She is not much taller than a girl, and she can't show the beauty of a prince and princess.

Qiao Fei felt a dull pain in his cheek, he frowned slightly, and clenched his hands into fists beside him.He wanted to help He Haoyun's wrist but he didn't dare to raise his hand, he could only quietly wait for when he would calm down.

After a while, He Haoyun let go of his hand: "Get out of the house."

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At two o'clock in the morning, Qiao Fei was lying on the cool summer quilt, listening to He Haoyun's steady breathing beside him.He hadn't had time to change the clothes on his body, and the gray tights stretched a bit uncomfortable.

The muscles in her calf were sore, Qiao Fei turned over, bit her lip, and struggled repeatedly.There is another show tomorrow night, and dancing all day without proper stretching will only make the muscles stiffer.

Making up her mind, Qiao Fei got out of bed, walked out of He Haoyun's bedroom lightly, did not go back to her own room, and went directly downstairs to the dance room in the basement of the villa.

He Haoyun's villa is divided into four floors. He built a three-room dance room in the basement for Qiao Fei a year ago as a reward for being obedient.But he never went downstairs to watch Qiao Fei dance.

There are mirrors on the three walls of the dance room, and poles are also installed. The floor is covered with the highest quality light gray PVC plastic, without a single scratch.

He Haoyun has never treated Qiao Fei badly in terms of material needs. He can give Qiao Fei anything to make him feel drunk in various luxurious environments, trying to force him to forget that all this is just a beautifully packaged birdcage.

There is an attached bathroom on the right. Qiao Fei went to take a shower first, and stood in the shower for a long time, trying to relax her body under the hot water.After changing into clean clothes, Qiao Fei took the yoga column by the wall, sat on the ground and slowly massaged her calves.The night was extremely quiet, only the reflection in the mirror accompanied him silently.

Tired of rolling, Qiao Fei simply lay down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.This dance room is Qiao Fei's favorite place in the villa, and he spends more time here than any other place.

Qiao Fei is willing to find freedom in dance and comfort in music.

He often plugs in his headphones and dances to the music, trying to imagine what it would be like to fly, but it is not until the end that he finds out that he has no wings and cannot fly.