C32 Born for Dancing

"Orphans! Why are you here? "

Qiuhe turned her head and saw a boy standing behind her. He was a student studying at the elementary school of Tea Village. He looked a little younger than Ah Liang. He seemed to be going somewhere as he passed by the monastery's entrance. He was probably rushing to Da Tea Village Primary School, which was located at the entrance of the village.

"I'm relaxing. " Qiuhe replied and immediately turned her head back. She placed her hands on the ground and sized up the small tree in the monastery.

She had just used all her strength to show her friendliness. The boy who came obviously would not easily like an orphan like her. No matter how hard she tried, she would not win any welcome. The boy just wanted to humiliate her a little. She revealed a bitter smile. But so what? She would rather be mocked by others and at the same time win the attention of others.

"Orphans, you don't do farm work, you have nothing to do here. You don't have parents. " Just as Qiuhe had expected. The boy laughed stiffly.

"That's right, I don't have parents, aren't they dead? But you don't know, their deaths are very meaningful. . . "

"You shouldn't have come here!" Before Qiuhe could finish, the boy was furious.

"I was just looking around here. I didn't go in!"

"That won't do either! Orphans!" The boy went up and grabbed Qiuhe's hair, pulling her up from the ground. Qiuhe felt as if her hair and scalp were separated at that moment. It hurt so much that her face turned pale. She could only protect her hair. She hugged her head. "I just want to talk to you, there's no one to talk to me. . . I don't want to go in. I know that place doesn't allow me to go in. My parents died, they did it for the Green Peacock. . . "Qiuhe was not strong enough to be a match for the boy. She was pulled by her hair. She shouted one sentence at a time.

She didn't mean any harm. This was what she wanted to say, but no one listened.

Qiuhe's hair was very thick, and it was as black as ink. Being pulled by the boy, Liu Hai'er blocked her line of sight. She felt like she was a bird with broken wings, struggling on the brink of death.

Suddenly, her scalp stopped hurting and her hair was released. The girl's heart was wrapped in warmth. Did her words have any effect? It touched the kindness and pity in the boy's heart. As Qiuhe thought of this, she instantly did not hate this boy anymore.

The boy bitterly walked towards the road to school. Qiuhe raised her head and looked at the boy's back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man standing at the entrance of the small monastery. It was the youngest son of the village elder. He was wearing a monk's robe. His expression was calm. His gaze fell on Qiu He's back. From time to time, he would also size up the incense stick that Qiu He had inserted into the incense burner that was about to burn out.

Qiu He suddenly felt her chest tighten so much that she could not breathe. Her lips that hung down from the corner of her mouth twisted and distorted. The feeling of being wronged was accompanied by a feeling of nausea.

The surging tears poured into her mouth, and she suddenly swallowed a few mouthfuls of salty saliva. Not a single tear flowed out. She stood rooted to the spot. She was thinking that if the village elder's youngest son did not come out and drive the boy away. . . She had to wait until the situation developed to what extent. Only then would the boy understand. She was just an orphan who had done nothing wrong and had no one to rely on.

She didn't mean any harm. Even if she broke her wings. Her life was very tough, but she had never troubled anyone.

The sun rose. The men from Dai Village, who were wearing monk robes, stood still dozens of steps away from the autumn lotus. Their shadows were very long. After a long time, he sighed. He didn't know why, but he sighed.

Qiuhe didn't pity herself. She only stood there for a short while before combing her hair. She walked towards the center of the village, swaying a little. She did not think about what had happened to her. When she was swallowing her tears, She suddenly understood that logic. There was actually nothing she could lose. . . If her life changed again, it would be obtained.

Walking past the fork in the road leading to Da Tea Village Primary School, Qiuhe slowed down her pace.

Early in the morning, in the 20 minutes of spare time before going to school. Tao Huizhen chose to practice the basics of classical dancing in front of the small hammock bamboo building. She picked up the practice of classical dancing again. Compared to before, she practiced seven or eight hours a day. She only had the precious twenty minutes of the morning. She didn't want to lose her basic skills. She had been learning dancing for ten years. That was ten years of her youth. It would be a lie to say that she didn't want to leave. She would still frequently dream about the stage.

Every time she danced, Tao Huizhen closed her eyes, as if she had returned to the scene where she had been drenched in sweat in the dance room at school many years ago.

She did a somersault and did a series of somersaults. She even jumped in the air. She continued to perform a series of back-and-forth somersaults. He kicked up the sky, crossed the fork and vertical fork, and finally made a waist movement. He finished all the basic skills. Tao Huizhen was already drenched in sweat. The needle on the watch pointed to the 15th position. There were still ten minutes left before class. Tao Huizhen thought of ending today's practice with an old drama, What a beautiful jasmine flower.

There were many versions of the movie. Most of them displayed the charm of the national folk song with the gentle rhythm of a woman. The whole song used a large number of classic hand gestures, "Three Curves," mimicking the shyness and stunning beauty of a blooming flower. The requirements for the dancer's basic skills were extremely high, and the control of the dancer's rhythm was similarly harsh.

It was not an easy thing to do it in a slow and moderate manner, with both softness and toughness.

Tao Huizhen hummed a accompaniment for herself as she jumped up as if there was no one else around. Although there was no sound from the outside world, her heart was already filled with the sound of accompaniment. She had skipped this scene many times. She picked it up again, but it was still not unfamiliar.

The music of What a beautiful jasmine echoed in her heart. Tao Huizhen used her body to describe the emotions and theme of the play.

Dancing, she was indeed a professional. She had extremely outstanding basic skills. After training and learning, He could easily display the aesthetic value of classical dancing and the ability to study it. Classical dancing was also known as a performance dance, not just a dance. There were also elements to it. When the song was about to end, Tao Huizhen recalled what her teacher had said to her - her talent lay in her charm.

After the dance, she finished the dance and settled down. Tao Huizhen acted as if she was taking things seriously as she faced the curtain in front of her. Her sweat dripped into the soil on the ground, and her face flushed red.

Not far away, Autumn Lotus was hiding behind a tree. She accepted Tao Huizhen's gratitude without anyone noticing. Tao Huizhen's dance. It was not that there was no audience. Qiu He's two eyes recorded the entire process of Tao Huizhen's morning dance practice. A little girl. A moving sweet smile appeared on her face. A pair of bright, watery eyes started to reflect the shadow of a new world.

It turned out that Tao Huizhen was only practicing by herself and was also very serious.

Qiu He was thinking that she often danced towards the stars in the night sky and no one accompanied her. She was the same as the woman from the city. All the accompaniment sounds rang in her heart.

Qiu He saw Tao Huizhen walking towards the school building of Big Tea Village Primary School. It was a side image of a dance, which Qiu He felt.

When Tao Hui Zhen completely disappeared from her sight, she began to recall the dance that Tao Hui Zhen had just danced. Every dance movement was reviving in the depths of her mind.

This autumn morning, Qiuhe forgot the bitterness of her life. Towards Tao Huizhen who came from a foreign land, she suddenly had a kind of affection and admiration for her.