Jiang Yu trotted all the way, crossed the green playground, came to the teaching building, and looked into the classroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The students have been lining up, holding the armrest in front of the mirror with one hand, and doing squatting exercises
Bai Shuyi was instructing three or four classmates to do basic movements. Seeing Jiang Yu standing by the window, she asked her to change clothes and prepare for training.
Jiang Yu went to the locker room and changed into suitable training clothes, stood in the back row of the classmates, and joined them to practice together.
Wen Lun, who was standing in front of her, turned his head and whispered, "Mr. Bai is instructing us to squat, you can follow me, that's all."
Jiang Yu thanked him gratefully.
Bai Shuyi walked to Jiang Yu's side, tapped her slender legs with a teaching stick, and said, "Although the ballet dancers seem to have long and thin legs, they are actually quite powerful. We want to put our strength in It shows on stage, which requires you to lift your body up as much as you can when you squat down."
Jiang Yu followed her instructions and tried to fulfill her request.
Bai Shuyi looked down, landed on her feet, and said, "I don't know what training you have received before, but here, I demand absolute norms and standards, Jiang Yu, give me a foot."
Jiang Yu tried one foot, and in this posture, it felt a little reluctant.
In the past, when Jiang Yu danced, she would do it in a position that she felt comfortable with. Although it was not necessarily an absolute standard, it was within an acceptable range.
If you follow Bai Shuyi's requirements, there may not be too many problems when practicing, but if she really dances, she may not be able to play to her best.
Although she felt uncomfortable, she still completed the squat training according to Bai Shuyi's request.
When the get out of class was over, Bai Shuyi told them: "After our training camp is over, we will give you a chance to show on the stage and re-assess the abcdef. Of course, after you enter Esmera, every semester will end like this. A staged stage show will be re-divided into classes. So students, for the goals in their minds, practice diligently and work hard."
After being encouraged by her, the classmates all stayed, determined to practice for a while.
Bai Shuyi took Wen Lun and Jiang Yu to another empty classroom and taught them individually in small classes.
"Wen Lun has no problem, Jiang Yu has a bigger problem." Bai Shuyi said without hesitation, "Jiang Yu, you dance too casually."
Jiang Yu blinked and looked at Bai Shuyi: "Yes... is it not standard enough?"
"Very irregular." Bai Shuyi frowned and said, "I don't know how your previous teacher taught you, but in Esmeera, we require every dancer to be the most standardized."
Jiang Yu said hesitantly, "But on the stage, shouldn't dancers find their most comfortable state so that they can exert their best."
"So you mean that professionalism and norms are not important, but having fun is the most important thing?"
"That was not what I meant."
"Do as I say, Esmeera doesn't need students with too many problems."
Jiang Yu found that although Teacher Bai Shuyi was gentle and kind to her on weekdays, she was really strict in class.
It's not against her, she is equally strict with other classmates, and even made a girl cry just now.
Jiang Yu knew that it was good for the teacher to be strict with them. If it is just with mud, they will never grow up. Isn't the purpose of her entering Esmera just to dance better.
According to Bai Shuyi's requirements, she completed the specifications of each action.
…
In the evening, it is a rare leisure time for Esmera's classmates. Many girls like to sit by the green fountain behind the park and have a rest and chat.
Wearing a loose hooded sweatshirt, Jiang Yu danced a ballet excerpt from "La Traviata" that she practiced today.
Qiu Li sat on the ground with a grass stalk in the corner of his mouth, looking at her against the sunset, his eyes narrowed slightly—
"This is the school you tried so hard to get into and taught you?"
Jiang Yu ignored him and continued to do big kicks: "When did your boyfriend have experience with ballet?"
"Every time on a date, my girlfriend is either practicing dancing or looking for a place to practice dancing. I should be a professional."
Jiang Yu walked to him and squatted down: "Then tell me, why am I not good at dancing."
Qiu Li wiped the sweat on her face with his sleeve and said, "It's not as natural as before. When you danced, you always smiled at me, but you didn't smile at me just now."
"That's it, so our boyfriend's standard of judgment is that I'm smiling at you?"
"This is very important." Qiu Li pinched the Dudu flesh on her face: "If you don't smile, I don't think it looks good."
"I really don't care." Jiang Yu pushed his hand away and said thoughtfully: "In the past few days, Teacher Bai has been digging into the details of a lot of movements, and the requirements are very strict, so I have to jump to the most standardized state."
"Then what's the point of that?"
Jiang Yu gave him a fierce glance, and he immediately changed his words: "That's very interesting, if everyone dances exactly the same, it's like watching a robot dance, it's really cute."
"..."
"You still speak human words."
"You used to be kind of... free to play, and I looked in a good mood."
"It seems to make sense."
At this moment, a faint voice sounded: "From a professional point of view, ballet does require a strong norm."
Jiang Yu turned around and saw Wen Lun walking over.
He was wearing a loose casual white sweater, and after saying goodbye to three or two friends, he walked up to Jiang Yu and Qiu Li: "What you just said is not quite right, ballet is not a personal performance like jazz hip-hop, ballet is a group of people If everyone has to have their own personality, then there is no way to complete the stage, so the normative requirements of Bai Shuyi are very important."
As soon as he came over, the smile and tenderness on Qiu Li's face instantly disappeared, and the look in his eyes sank.
"I look at it from an outsider's point of view. When I watch my girlfriend's dance, I want her to feel comfortable, so that I will be comfortable. If she dances unnaturally, of course the audience will feel awkward."
Hearing the words "boyfriend", Wen Lun glanced at Qiu Li subconsciously, and asked Jiang Yu, "How did he come in?"
"He's... here to help me with public service."
Wen Lun glanced at the mended shoes on Qiu Li's feet lightly, and said, "Of course you want her to perform to the extreme, but from the perspective of the normal stage, it is necessary to maintain the universality of the norms. It's my professional opinion."
Jiang Yu saw the undercurrent and tit-for-tat between the two, and she quickly said to Wen Lun, "My boyfriend doesn't know ballet, he's a layman. And he's stubborn, so it's not easy to be persuaded."
Wen Lun nodded and was about to give up when he heard Qiu Li say again, "What did Tan Yan say at that step?"
"what?"
Qiu Li raised his jaw, looked at Wen Lun, and said calmly, "Bu Tanyan is recognized as the best dancer in your circle, I've seen all her performance videos, she's not what you said. The standard dance, she dances very casually, just like Xiaoyu used to be."
When Qiu Li moved "Bu Tanyan" out, not only Wen Lun, but Jiang Yu was stunned.
In the past, he had always had a mediocre interest in ballet, but he did not expect to search for Bu Tanyan's performance videos, and he also saw the experience.
Obviously, he didn't seem to care about every word she said, but he actually did his homework with all his heart.
Wen Lun pondered for a moment, and it seemed that he really couldn't find any words to explain Bu Tanyan's dance, after all... She is the queen of the ballet world, and she hasn't been able to make a single Bu Tanyan for many years.
He embarrassed: "The example you gave is not universal. After all, not everyone can become Bu Tanyan."
Qiu Li sneered and said, "That's really unfortunate, our family Xiaoyu can do it."
Jiang Yu was a little embarrassed, and took his hand secretly.
I've never seen such a compliment to my girlfriend in front of outsiders.
Wen Lun smiled decently: "I can understand you saying that."
Jiang Yu said quickly: "Don't mind, my boyfriend is just a little stubborn."
"It's okay." Wen Lun said to Jiang Yu, "I want to cooperate with you on the stage show after the training camp. Let's fight for no one to be relegated, or continue to be Teacher Bai's students, how about it?"
"Ah, of course it's fine."
If she can cooperate with Wen Lun, it will definitely achieve the best results. After all, Wen Lun's strength is the most outstanding among all the male dancers in Esmera, and Jiang Yu's black swan is also good. Requires the cooperation of "Demon King" or "Prince".
"We have to take classes together during the day, and only have time for training in the evening. I asked the logistics teacher to get the key to the dance classroom. We have to hurry up."
"hold head high."
Jiang Yu glanced at Qiu Li.
Qiu Li's face was sullen, and he made it clear that he was eating jealousy. Jiang Yu may have to take into account his feelings more, and refused: "I may have to accompany my boyfriend, otherwise, classmate Wen Lun, you can find another girl to match..."
Wen Lun was a little disappointed: "Well, then I'll find someone else..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiu Li said with a cold face, "Who the hell wants you to accompany him."
After saying this, he didn't look at them, got up and left.
Wen Lun said helplessly: "That... your boyfriend is a little temperamental."
Jiang Yu frowned slightly as he looked at the back of Qiu Li's departure.
Of course she knew that Qiu Li chose to leave at this time in order to give her a chance and not want her to miss Wen Lun's partner.
But... what the hell.
This stinky temper.
…
When Qiu Li returned home, she was in a bad mood for a while, and Jiang Yu ignored the text messages she sent her.
He felt that he seemed to be too generous today, and kept telling himself in his heart that there was no need, Jiang Yu belonged to him, and he couldn't have anything to do with that little white face.
Don't be jealous, don't embarrass her...
But... really can't.
As long as he thinks of Wen Lun, the way he looks at himself... Qiu Li feels as if there are countless poisonous snakes entrenched in his heart, all penetrating, drilling straight to the weakest and most inferior place in his heart.
Qiu Li's back slammed heavily against the wall, and he felt that his whole body was frozen and woody. The whole world seemed to have turned on the shielding mode, so he couldn't hear the sound and couldn't feel the temperature.
He was full of thoughts... only Wen Lun's eyes were looking at him.
Qiu Li grabbed the knife on the table and scratched it on his arm without hesitation.
The sharp blade passed by, and blood came out, ticking along the forearm.
He suddenly felt a sharp sting, and this sting suddenly pulled him from the numb world back to the world...
will hurt.
Anything related to Jiang Yu will feel it when it falls on him.
Pain, joy, sadness... She was the only color in his black and white world.
Qiu Li leaned his back against the wall and slumped to the ground in embarrassment.
…
Jiang Yu danced at night and felt uneasy, so he sent a text message to Qiu Li, but he did not reply to her.
The vinegar jar must be angry again.
The next morning, Jiang Yu deliberately got up early to go to the restaurant.
Qiu Li had already come over early, dressed in white overalls, and was cleaning the dishes to be used later.
Jiang Yu sneaked behind him, ready to scare him while he was not prepared.
The water was rushing, Jiang Yu slammed down behind him, and shouted - "Hey!"
Qiu Li was completely unmoved, not frightened, not looking back, as if he hadn't heard.
Jiang Yu pouted and was about to complain when he suddenly saw two more Band-Aids on his forearm with his sleeves rolled up.
She grabbed his arm and tore off the Band-Aid.
The two Band-Aids were joined together, and below it was a fresh slender wound, which looked like it had been slashed by a sharp knife.
Not deep, but saw blood.
Qiu Li withdrew his hand and frowned slightly: "Can't you be gentle? It hurts to death."
"You still know it hurts!" Jiang Yu got excited, grabbed his arm, and said excitedly, "Look at your arm, do you have a piece of good skin! Did you forget what you promised me!"
Qiu Li's arms were originally supposed to be very beautiful. His skin was white, and the arcs of blood vessels were faintly visible, but there were all kinds of marks after self-mutilation on his arms, which were barely visible. She had just torn off the band-aid. Blood oozes again.
Jiang Yu felt that all the efforts he had made before seemed to be in vain.
She tried so hard to make him better, but if he didn't get rid of the bad habit of hurting his own body, how could he become better.
"What's the matter with you, you clearly promised not to self-harm!"
"You take care of me..."
Qiu Li withdrew his hand and continued to wash the dishes again, letting the cold water wash away the blood on his hand.
"You asked me to dance with Wen Lun yesterday."
"It's me..." Qiu Li said with an expressionless face, "I was the one who was incompetent and furious in the end."
"Then what do you tell me to do, I can't listen to you, and I can't listen to you."
"Let's go then!"
Qiu Li understood that his mental state was very problematic, and he had been unable to control his emotions.
And the result of this... is to hurt the people around you.
That's why, for so many years, he didn't dare to go to his mother and let her see himself in such a dilapidated state...
"Go!"
Jiang Yu was roared back by him, and his eyes were slightly red: "If you really leave, don't regret it."
"roll!"
Jiang Yu threw down the lotus seed bread that was going to be given to him, turned around and left.
Qiu Li looked at the back of her leaving, and then looked at the bread that had been kneaded into a ball, and his heart was suddenly empty.
The instant Jiang Yu ran out of the workshop, he stumbled over, pulled her back, leaned against the wall, and hugged—
Biquge
"Don't go, don't go, sister."
The moment he heard him call her "sister", Jiang Yu's heart was smashed to pieces.
"Son of a bitch!"
She struggled a few times, and then let his hot body hug her hard...
"I'm wrong."
"You know it's wrong, but you will never change it." Jiang Yu's voice was crying: "No matter what I do, you will never change it, and I will never be able to help you."
Qiu Li was heartbroken.
He held the back of her head, pressed her face tightly against his chest, and rubbed his head against the hair between her neck, his voice hoarse and helpless—
"Xiaoyu, I want to get better too, don't give up on me..."
The author has something to say: Ballet-related, purely the author's nonsense, if I offend, please forgive me_(:3∠)_