As the year approaches, the weather gets colder and colder.
It only snowed during the day, and a thick layer of ice formed in the artificial lake.
Ice edges hung on the treetops, shining brightly and beautifully under the light.
Huo Yunque took off his coat and walked into the hall.
"What about her?"
Now the first sentence when I go home must be about Song Yaoyao.
People who didn't eat fireworks in the past also have fireworks and a sense of belonging.
Uncle Zhang smiled, "Miss Song is practicing dancing upstairs now after dinner!"
"dance?"
Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely, he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, and walked up the stairs.
What is this little girl playing again
Uncle Zhang explained very proudly: "Miss Song is the monitor of their class, and she will be in charge of the program for this New Year's Day party! And Miss Song will also participate in the performance!"
"Oh? Then I have to take a look."
He hooked his lips and went straight to the third floor.
This dance practice room was rebuilt when his mother was alive, but since her death, it has been dusty.
In the past, Mr. Huo would come in and sit down from time to time, staring at the empty dance studio in a daze.
And now, even he wasn't here.
The door was ajar, and melodious and rhythmic classical music played softly.
The little girl was wearing loose sportswear, and she was slowly breaking down in front of the mirror.
Judging from her jerky posture and movements, it is obvious that she has no basis for dancing.
Huo Yunque leaned against the door, folded his arms around his chest, and watched quietly.
Jerky is jerky, but the little girl's body is very soft.
Occasionally raising her hand, a small white and tender waist will be revealed, soft and delicate.
Song Yaoyao practiced seriously, and finally practiced the decomposition movements sent by Xu Yue. When she looked back, she found that she had forgotten most of it——
In addition, when dancing with the same hands and feet, there was no progress at all after practicing for a long time.
Song Yaoyao, who had always been intelligent and known as a genius, was hit by such a big blow for the first time.
She stomped her feet angrily and sat down on the floor.
Stop practicing!
Song Yaoyao was puffed up in anger, when she suddenly heard a low laugh, her earlobes turned red, and she turned her head.
It turned out that at some point, Huo Yunque was standing at the door.
Her eyes flickered, and she said in embarrassment: "Brother, when did you come?"
"Well—not long, only about ten minutes."
Huo Yunque's tone was calm, and his expression looked quite calm.
"ten minutes!!"
Song Yaoyao pursed her mouth, and complained delicately, "Isn't that the way I was embarrassed, and you saw it all!"
In her previous life, she was very interested in dancing, especially when watching live, Song Yaoyao was very envious of the dancers' graceful dancing posture.
But she wanted to practice, but her heart didn't allow it. Song Yaoyao also didn't want her parents and brother to be worried because of her willfulness.
"Huh? How can I be embarrassed?"
Huo Yunque came barefoot, rolled his shirt up to his elbows, and squatted in front of Song Yaoyao.
"Just now! I look like I have the same hands and feet, I must be so stupid!"
Song Yaoyao blushed, her eyes were moist and shining. She scratched the floor uncomfortably with her fingers, and muttered softly, "It looks so simple, but dancing is so difficult—"
She doesn't want to participate!
"Is it difficult? But I think you dance very well."
Huo Yunque picked up the phone, and on it was the decomposition action played in a loop.
Xu Yue just joined the class group today, and she sent this breakdown video to the group.
After dinner, everyone can practice at home, and after school, they can practice in groups.
Song Yaoyao thinks that no one in the world can resist the compliment from the person in front of him, especially when this person is still his beloved.