After turning on the phone, after reading the text messages she sent, I didn't think much, and then called her directly.
He walked out, walking some distance from the dormitory, leaning against the wall, the phone was connected, and when his thin lips opened, a voice came from there, still a male voice:
"Hello there?"
His black eyes flashed slightly, and his hand in his pocket was pulled out.
If he remembers this sound correctly, it is the perfect one.
"That's the case. I saw Yin Zhu seems to be absent, so I helped her answer it."
He didn't speak up.
"Hello? Is anyone listening?"
He moved his long legs, "Listening."
Hearing Zhou Yu's voice, Zhuo Quan's expression was a little unclear.
"Ah, in order to avoid your misunderstanding, let me explain to you."
Before Zhuo Quan had finished speaking, Zhou Yu spoke:
"No need to."
Then he went on to say:
"Don't touch her things without her consent."
His tone was indifferent, unlike the words that seemed aggressive.
Hearing that, Zhuo Quan was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled a few times as if to relieve his embarrassment. Just as Zhuo Quan was about to speak, his cold voice came from the other end again:
"Don't bother."
He paused, his black eyes staring outside as calm as water.
"My girlfriend, you can't pry."
…
She went from adaptation to habit in life in a foreign country.
Every day is very busy, only in the middle of the night, she has a little time to think about other things, think about him.
Zhou Yu called her several times during the first time she was enlisted in the army, but after a long period of time, she was no longer in touch.
She knew that his military career had just begun.
Both people are running for each other's ideals.
Her training life in South Korea was not very smooth at the beginning. She would always hit the wall and bump into the wall in the middle of doing things.
The etiquette of South Korea is very different from that of China. When she first came, she told some teachers that she was impolite.
Whenever she doesn’t dance well or sees other people doing it like this, coupled with the teacher’s strict requirements for her and her poor Korean speaking skills and communication problems, she is under a lot of pressure at this time. She was about to break down emotionally.
I want to go home, I want to give up, I want to end quickly, I'm too tired, really tired.
When she was about to cry, when her mother called, the tears she had previously endured couldn't help streaming out of her eyes.
She missed him every time after this.
Gritting her teeth, carrying his ring, as if he was by her side, she survived this way, from the last in the assessment to the first place, and the results of the subsequent assessments stabilized all the way, winning the first place consecutively.
Slowly, I became fluent in Korean, and I made a lot of close friends around me, and everything started to get better.
The Goddess of Luck always favors those who work hard, and the olive branch for her debut in a group is delivered to her without any suspense.
The training didn't stop. One night, she was training alone in the company dance studio. After a long time of training, sweat dripped to her chin, her eyes blinked, and the sweat poured down.
She stopped and looked at herself on the mirror wall.
A self whose image and temperament have changed.
The only constant is herself.
Here she has experienced a lot of painful frustration, laughter and praise, time and tempering, smoothing her water chestnuts and filling the gaps.
Be more confident, tough and cheerful.
Suddenly remembered.
She is here.
It has been two years.
…
Green leaves grow.
Fallen leaves, return to the roots.
Heavy snow, flying around.
Four years of training life is over.