After the hair was pulled up, a snow-white jade neck was exposed, with a beautiful arc, like a beautiful swan.


    Li mubai smokes the cigarette in the hand, the eye color is deep.


    Maddoji, shafaz turns and walks into the middle of the room.


    She closed her eyes and tapped the beat of the music to find the feeling.


    The curtain of the classroom was not pulled. Two windows were open. Li mubai turned off the light in the classroom, and the moonlight came in from the windowsill.


    Reflecting the delicate figure of a woman, like a fairy under the moon, indescribable softness.


    Because the shoes were not suitable for dancing, Xiafei took off the shoes and put them aside.


    Empty classroom, dark environment.


    Old music and windows, and a covetous man.


    At first she didn''t get used to it, but gradually she found a feeling.


    She is very serious in dancing, not for performance, like dancing also has soul.


    Li mubai has been standing on the side looking at her, did not speak.


    There are more and more cigarette butts at the foot, and the time is getting late.


    After dancing for a long time, Xia Fei''s ankle began to ache. In addition, she didn''t wear shoes, and the discomfort became more and more serious.


    Li mubai''s sight swept over her ankle without calling for a stop.


    One o''clock in the morning.


    When she was spinning, Xia Fei se felt that her ankle was like a tear. She felt a sudden pain and fell to the ground.


    Summer Fei color forehead exudes a layer of cold sweat, one hand covers ankle.


    Sure enough, the ankle was swollen.


    Li mubai did not come forward, standing in place slowly: "how, the foot is broken?"


    Xia Fei se looked up at him and said nothing.


    One hand on the ground slowly stood up.


    The music is still going on. Li mubai''s eyes are quiet and he says slowly, "don''t you like it? Continue. "


    Xia Fei color takes back her sight, drops her eyes slightly, and continues to rotate just now.


    There was a dull pain in her ankle and her nerves were tense.


    She closed her eyes as if she were a child.


    At that time, my father was still there, and my mother didn''t abandon them to remarry.


    Dad would drive her to dance class every day.


    At that time, she was the youngest in her class. She was wearing a pink skirt and white pantyhose. She felt like a beautiful little swan in the mirror.


    Originally, dad just wanted to cultivate her interest and see what she liked.


    But unexpectedly, she persisted all the way.


    This will last two years.


    I don''t know how many times, the teacher stepped on the leg pain tears, do not know how many times, leg pain at night can not sleep.


    But even though she cried again and again, she went again and again.


    She loves dancing, like she loves life.


    The teacher didn''t take her seriously because she was too young.


    But gradually, the teacher to her more and more severe, serious and severe.


    She studied very well and became the teacher''s favorite disciple.


    Dad has always been proud of her, eager to boast to the whole world, how powerful she is.


    But good scene no, not long after my father died, the family also collapsed.


    She and her brother were sent to the orphanage, no spacious classroom, no piano.


    With the constant demand for training clothes, also did not have a pair of beautiful dance shoes.


    She can only practice the movements she has learned in the past in a place where there is no one, and she will consolidate her basic skills day after day.


    Later, she was adopted by the Wu family.


    On the day when Wu''s parents met her, they prepared many beautiful dolls for her.


    She didn''t feel too happy, she just said thank you.


    Until her birthday later, Wu Jingyu''s father asked her if she had any wishes.


    In the flickering candlelight, she looked at the man''s gentle face and whispered, "can I continue to learn dance?"