369 STOP 2 STOP-2: The Long Haired Ballet Teacher in New Purgatory City

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

Xiuxiang tilted her head and glared at her mother.

"What do you see?" said the mother, too, puffing out her anger and pointing to her face.

Hideka felt as if there was still dirt on her mother's fingertips.

"Your father doesn't do anything good all day, and you can do the same, right?"

The mother kept dangling in front of her eyes, and Xiuxiang was like sitting on pins and needles, and she didn't dare to move.

My mother always associated herself with my father, as if she was much better than the two of us.

"But, I can't see my mother's appearance", the mother in front of me is a shaking shadow, no figure, no face, blurry, how can this happen?

I must have forgotten about it, it's so funny.

Who can forget what their mother looked like?

However, I just can't remember what my mother looks like.

"You have to ask yourself, why do you want me to ask? How do I know?" said Xiuxiang, her chest still tight, as if remembering her anger.

"I'll just ask you to help me do this, you didn't do it, tell me yourself, what else can you do. Not only did you not ask why, but you also learned a bunch of pretentious habits, and when I looked at it, it was even more unpleasant. I see that you are quite clever for a day, but I actually didn't expect you to be so stupid! I can't even do this little thing, what can you do when you grow up? Tell me yourself, what can you do?" The mother said breathlessly, the pronunciation of the word was a little strange, Xiuxiang held back the desire to laugh, and pouted, her expression was very uncomfortable.

"You can't cut my hair anyway. Xiuxiang cried, "You can only dance well if you keep your hair." ”

"What kind of theory can't be beaten with eight poles! Look, what did the teacher teach you? You don't know it yourself!"

She wanted to comb two pigtails because her classmates said she must look good in that way.

She also said that when she returned from vacation, she would comb her hair like that to show her good friends.

She felt another contraction in her chest, as if she couldn't breathe, and suddenly opened her eyes, and saw the big silver scissors in front of her that seemed to shine on her deformed eyes.

Xiuxiang tried to exhale a breath, and her chest cavity was better.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief and breathed smoothly.

The mother's voice seemed to echo, as if it had come out of a gramophone, buzzing and loud.

"I told you to go to the barbershop, did you go? You can't tell the difference? You don't understand the words? Why don't you have any memory at all? You are young, who is not good at learning, what kind of ballet teacher to study? At first glance, you are not a serious and good person. ”

"Why isn't the teacher a good person?" retorted Xiuxiang, who still hadn't understood too much about what "serious" was.

"Your dad is blind, you are even more blind! Tomorrow, I will definitely change a teacher for you, this teacher looks demonic, and has learned to keep a strand of hair on his chest, and his hair is not tied up well behind him all day long, and the headband is still loose, and after a while, the headband falls to the ground, and she has to comb her hair again, who doesn't know that she is deliberately seducing people, and wants to make a lot of money! I tell you, that kind of person is not a good person! Who doesn't think she is like a vixen? It would be good to be like that? You still learn! You still learn! Is that elegant? That's bewitching! What is wrong with learning, you have to learn to grow long hair? If you don't learn well, you won't learn well. ”

Mother said, looking around in the drawer, and finally found a pair of scissors, all silver, looking silvery, making people tremble. Mother came over with the scissors in a hurry.

Seeing that the scissors were about to fall on her hair, and she didn't know where she got the courage, she pulled her hair hard, got off the stool with enough strength, and took two steps at a time, regardless of it, and ran out in a panic, running from upstairs to downstairs, from the door of the stairs to the park, and she couldn't get out of breath while running, and couldn't even cry.

"Don't, don't. Xiuxiang made up her mind: she couldn't be allowed to cut her hair.

"Mother must be crazy. "She's definitely sick." ”

The hair is your own, and cutting it is a betrayal of yourself and a betrayal of your pursuit, in short, if you cut your hair, everything changes, you just can't cut it.

"Dance is an art, you have to put your heart and soul into it, and if you like to do it, you have to stick to it. The dance teacher smiled and looked back, her long hair up to her hips, it was really beautiful.

"I'm different from others, I like the feeling of my hair behind me, a lot of people who practice ballet, they tie up their hair, say it's in the way, I don't think, the body, the eyes, the muscles, the posture, the fingertips, the toes, and even the hair, I think I can dance, every part of the body can be used to dance. "The teacher is really gentle and kind.

It's the opposite of my mother.

My mother didn't know why, but one day she became unkind to herself.

Therefore, Xiuxiang likes the ballet teacher very much, what the teacher said is right, Xiuxiang remembered the teacher's words, and felt more energetic in her legs, "If you give up here and don't insist here, then nothing can be done." ”