Su Jin slept until the afternoon.

After she got up, she looked at the cold breakfast next to the bed, and then looked at Li Xin's empty bed opposite, hooked her lips, and chuckled.

She still remembers that time in the dance studio, when she said hello to Li Xin, who was practicing dancing inside, on a whim. Unlike others, the person just muffled and looked straight at her, with no disdain or alienation in his eyes, only incomprehension and confusion.

It seems that he doesn't understand why he greeted her.

In fact, Su Jin herself didn't know why.

In fact, she had already seen Li Xin a long time ago, but she had never greeted her, and Li Xin didn't know.

At that time, Su Jin had not yet grown those rebellious factors, she took her sketchpad to the studio of the training class every day to study with the teacher, and the square room was the most comfortable world for her.

At that time, the corridor across the studio was a dance studio, and when I heard that the dance teacher there was a famous teacher, Su Jin was a little unimpressed. Most of them are private classes run by some famous teachers, and no matter how famous they are, they think they are just like that. Every time she passed there, she would hear bursts of crying coming from inside, and the strange atmosphere made her feel creepy every time she saw the dance teacher.

Late one night, Su Jin finally finished the work she was handing in, and when she passed through the corridor alone, she heard the faint cry again.

couldn't hold back her curiosity, Su Jin put down her things, quietly climbed up the window and looked inside, and saw that in the empty rehearsal room, a girl was practicing her movements alone, crying while practicing, perhaps because of the quiet feeling that there was no one around, the girl did not suppress her crying, and the crying sound of some shortness of breath due to the movement sounded clearly in Su Jin's ears.

And the girl seemed to cry and practice tirelessly from beginning to end.

Since then, Su Jin has noticed her, and after that, she has more or less learned about this person.

Her name is Li Xin, she has been practicing dance since she was a child, she has a younger brother, and a strict mother.

The understanding of her mother was not from Su Jin's hearsay, but from a small competition held internally.

Su Jin didn't go, because her drawing board had been smashed by her own hands.

At the corner of a corridor, Su Jin was smoking a cigarette with her head down, and the choking smell of smoke entered her throat, choking her and making her cough, which was the first time she had learned to smoke.

was smoking, she heard Li Xin's somewhat familiar cry again, and then another woman's voice sounded: "Why did you lose so many points this time?" ”

Li Xin didn't make a sound, and Su Jin only heard the suppressed low sob.

"Xiao Xin, how much does my mother expect from you, how much energy and money has been invested in you, this is the result you handed over to me?"

The woman's stern and somewhat cold voice made Su Jin frown inexplicably when she listened.

Li Xin seemed a little at a loss, her voice trembled slightly, and she was a little anxious: "Mom, I'm sorry, don't be angry, and ...... There are other games, and I'm really sure to play well. ”

Li Xin over there was still apologizing intermittently, and the woman didn't listen to a few words, so she directly interrupted her: "Okay, okay, don't say so much, forget it this time." Next Monday, there's another game, and I don't want you to make any mistakes that time, you know? ”

Li Xin nodded, looked at the woman's side face, opened her mouth and whispered, "Mom, I ......"

Before the words were finished, the phone rang, the woman turned around to answer the phone, and Li Xin swallowed back silently when she wanted to speak and stopped.

After the woman hung up the phone, she turned to Li Xin and said, "It's really a two that doesn't let me worry, your brother is fighting again at school, the teacher is calling, I have to go to school now." ”

The words were anxious, with the same reproach, but with a very different tone of cordiality.

This subtle difference can even be heard by Su Jin, who is a little farther away, how can Li Xin not tell the difference?

The woman turned around and went downstairs, but Li Xin was silent all the time. The woman seemed to think of something halfway down the aisle, and turned her head and called Li Xin again.

When Li Xin heard this, he suddenly looked up at the woman, with an imperceptible glimmer in his eyes.

But the woman didn't notice, she looked at Li Xin and frowned, still saying in that stern tone: "There are still a few days until the next competition, this time you have to prepare well." This mistake is so big, I think it's still a problem that your training intensity is not enough. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Li Xin to respond, he turned around and went downstairs, clattering his high heels, and gradually walked away in the empty corridor.

As the footsteps gradually calmed down, the glimmer in Li Xin's eyes gradually dimmed until it was extinguished.

She stood straight in place, feeling that the soreness in her whole body seemed to be magnified, and her feet, which were wrapped in dancing shoes, were even more stinging. She opened her mouth, and after a while, she whispered into the air around her, "Mom, I... My feet hurt. ”

The surroundings were empty and strangely quiet, with only her voice alone.

"Mom, my feet hurt."

Li Xin spoke again, mixed with a gradually amplified cry. Li Xin leaned against the wall, squatted on the ground, hiding his face and crying silently.

And in the corner upstairs, Su Jin always leaned against the wall and listened quietly, with the cigarette butt she had just thrown away at her feet, with a scarlet shimmer.

Her eyes dimmed, and she stretched out her foot to extinguish the cigarette butt, which became a cloud of soot.

After that time, she didn't see Li Xin. Because since then she has never touched a painting again, and has never been to the studio again.

It wasn't until much later, as if time had started all over again, that she walked through the school's rehearsal room, and there was a rustling sound from inside.

She inadvertently looked in through the window, and at a glance she saw Li Xin, who was practicing his movements inside. A few dancers passed by outside, and Su Jin heard their conversation,

"Eh, I heard that Li Xin will be transferred to our school not long after."

"That person won a lot of awards outside, and the school also put a lot of effort into poaching people here this time."

"Yes, yes, our teacher often explains her game videos to us."

"Such a master, that's God's reward for eating, let's just watch from afar......"

A few people gradually walked away.

Su Jin looked at Li Xin, who was not affected at all, repeating the practice over and over again, sweating profusely and tirelessly.

Talented? Su Jin doesn't think so. How many times have I practiced alone late at night before, and I practiced again after being injured. Behind it all, it's just hard practice day after day that ordinary people don't see.

If God appreciates food like this, then Li Xin is indeed worthy of it.

From the girl who cried alone in the dead of night to practice dancing alone, she has become a calm and determined girl now.

But no matter how it transforms, it seems that the only thing that remains the same is still dancing, dancing.

Su Jin's eyes were complicated, and she remembered the drawing board that was about to be smashed by herself; I remembered the dusty brushes in the utility room; I thought of the touch of the nib Mosuo on the drawing paper.

Lots and lots come to mind.

After raising her eyes and taking a deep look at Li Xin, she turned around and walked away.

It didn't take long for Li Xin to see Su Jin for the first time.

Su Jin sat on the windowsill with a smile and greeted Li Xin a little suddenly.

The paper with Li Xin painted on his hand was folded into a paper airplane by Su Jin and thrown towards Li Xin who was stunned.

After that, Su Jin returned to the dormitory where she hadn't lived for a long time, and the empty bed opposite was covered with a pink quilt, as well as a series of pink supplies.

It seems that there is another delicate little girl.

Su Jin didn't think so, so many people lived in before, and it didn't take long to hear about Su Jin's deeds, and they all left one after another. She thought it wouldn't be long before this man would leave.

It wasn't long before she was fiddling with her easel alone in the dormitory with her head down, when the door to the dormitory was pushed open.

She turned her head to look, and Li Xin outside the door was staring at herself with her schoolbag on her back, without the slightest concealment, with a face full of surprise.

Su Jin suddenly felt that she was in a good mood, and shouted to Li Xin outside the door with some bad taste: "Yo, it's you, that dancing chick." ”

Recalling this, Su Jin looked at the breakfast that was cold in his hand. Thinking about that time, when she suddenly teased Li Xin on a whim one day, and "threatened" her to hand over breakfast to herself every day,

The scene where the man was scared to death, huddled in the quilt, and said yes again and again with a trembling voice.

Su Jin took a bite of breakfast, thinking quite divergently in her heart, and she didn't know where Li Xin bought breakfast every day, and almost every time she didn't bring the same one.

It's really cowardly.