An Ge raised his eyes and looked at Ning Jiashu.

As if he didn't hear what he was saying.

"What did you just say?" she asked, frowning.

Ning Jiashu suddenly turned around, his dark eyes looked directly at her, his chin was tight, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and after a pause of two seconds, he said in a deep voice: "I saw Director Qiu just now, and he suggested that you stop dancing in the future." ”

"Don't dance?" An Ge asked, "Then what can I do? Isn't all my previous efforts in vain?" and ......" She paused, and then said, "Director Qiu said that the operation was successful, and he also hoped that he would be able to see me dance again in the future, and he would not be able to say these things to you." ”

An Ge's eyes stared at him tightly: "Ning Jiashu, what do you mean? Why is it that I have nothing to do when I stay in the hospital, and there will be more things as soon as you come back?" Last time I put on a cast, you said that Director Qiu said that the treatment was delayed and that I needed to re-operate, but now I have had surgery, and the doctor also said that the operation was successful, and I have been doing rehabilitation, seeing that more than two months have passed, and the cast will be removed soon, you told me again, Director Qiu suggested that I should not dance, why didn't Director Qiu tell me every day during the ward rounds, and you will tell you as soon as you come back...... I don't understand, am I a patient or are you a patient, why does he tell you all about my situation, he has to tell you everything?"

An Ge was inquiring and aggressive, her eyes were full of fire, and her fingers on the wheelchair were white.

"No, I'm going to ask Director Qiu myself, what does he mean, one moment to say this, another time to say that......" As she said that, she pushed the wheelchair with her own hand, moved, and when she didn't pay attention, the wheels slipped and tilted to the side, and she turned over on her side when she saw it.

An Ge couldn't help but exclaim.

Ning Jiashu didn't hesitate for a second, took two steps and one step, and stepped forward and held someone in his arms with a wheelchair.

The wheelchair came to a halt, and the two of them were frightened and sweaty.

"You're scared me to death, can you not be so anxious next time......" After settling down, Ning Jiashu squatted in front of her, stretched out his fingers, and wiped the beads of sweat from An Ge's forehead.

His face was pale, his eyes were sharp, but his tone was gentle.

Ange leaned into his arms, his eyes closed and panting.

"I'm not in a hurry, I can't ......help it," she said after a long pause, she said in a weak voice, not caring that her tone was crying.

Not being able to dance means that she can't stay in the art troupe, it turns out that wanting to be admitted to the military academy has also become a problem, without dance as a professional support, she hasn't even studied in high school, how can she be admitted to university with cultural classes.

What's more, there is a sick father at home, and where does she have the financial ability to study.

She could neither take off this military uniform, nor could she wear it in vain.

She can't just let the army raise her for nothing.

The troops will not raise her in vain.

"I'll push you back, let's go find Director Qiu again and ask ...... clearly."

Ning Jiashu had already guessed her thoughts, and his heart softened and he was relieved.

Ning Jiashu pushed her and went to the doctor's office.

Director Qiu was writing medical records in the office, and when he saw them come in, he put down the pen in his hand.

Ning Jiashu said: "Director Qiu, I said that she didn't believe ......"

An Ge glanced at him and asked extremely seriously: "Director Qiu, you said last time that I could still dance, why did more than two months pass, and you said that I can't dance anymore?" ”

Director Qiu was silent for a while, and then took out An Ge's medical records from a stack of medical record bags on his desk.

He pushed his glasses, pointed to the medical records and said: "Although you have been able to walk and run like a normal person through rehabilitation training, your legs are no longer able to support your body to complete those difficult dance moves, if you continue to dance, once you are injured again, you will really have to be in a wheelchair." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out An Ge's film from his medical record bag.

He pointed to a thin slit in the bone in the film and said to An Ge, "You see, this is the crack in your bone, and now it will take a long time for it to heal slowly...... He looked at An Ge: "Do you think you can continue dancing?"

An Ge didn't give up, still asking: "...... before that"

Director Qiu put down the film and said, "Comrade An Ge, I can understand your feelings as a dancer, but this is not a joke, I am responsible for you." ”

An Ge wanted to say, then you said that I could dance because you were not responsible for me?

But now, she can no longer testify, she can only hang her head and nod slowly.

Ning Jiashu pushed her to the ward, and was equally silent along the way.

After a while, An Ge's expression gradually relaxed.

"Aunt Xiulan, you said you would pick me up in an hour, did you forget?" After entering the ward, An Ge shouted into the room.

Aunt Xiulan was drying clothes on the balcony, and when she heard her voice, she rushed out in fright, "I said I'll pick you up after drying the clothes, why did you come back by yourself?"

When she saw Ning Jiashu behind the wheelchair, she was frightened again.

"I think you've forgotten about your eight achievements. An Ge complained, picked up the glass on the table, and took a sip of water: "The sun makes me thirsty." As he spoke, he took a big sip before putting down the glass.

Her face was pink from the sun, her eyes were bright, and her red lips were stained with sparkling water.

Ning Jiashu stood by the door and watched, her heart ached, and she secretly thought about how to do her ideological work.

As soon as she wanted to speak, she heard An Ge ask, "By the way, do you say that I want Xiao Xiaoqing to contact me with a tutor?"

Ning Jiashu: "......"

How did you figure it out so quickly?

The mood shifted a bit suddenly.

Ning Jiashu frowned: "It can be, or I'll find it, Xiao Xiaoqing may not have that kung fu." ”

An Ge pursed his lips and glared at him: "You have that kung fu? You are not a student, where do you know how to find a tutor? Do you really think that it was in our era, there were training institutions everywhere?"

Ning Jiashu looked at her with a fierce look of baring her teeth to herself, and couldn't help but wonder, this is a little better, why hasn't she started to do her ideological work, she has figured it out by herself?

Emotions shift too quickly.

An Ge looked at him silently, thinking that he hadn't heard it, and continued to frown and muttered to himself: "Hey, if you hurry up like this, you won't be able to take this year's exam, it's not that you have to wait for a year, you still have to delay it for a year." ”

He frowned and thought for a while, and said, "That's right, I can take the professional exam first, so won't I delay the time?"