Aspire For Love Wistfully

"Yao Yao, you are thin. I can't get in touch with you for more than a year. Where have you been? You didn't even come to the white house where you most want to go. Why?"

This question has puzzled her for more than a year. After Jiang Yao left, she didn't know where she had gone, and now she is. She hopes Jiang Yao can give her an explanation.

Jiang Yao, as like as two peas, bent down with a spoon to stir the liquid in the quilt. The original good design of cappuccino turned the same brown color.

Maybe it was well stirred, she stopped her hand and looked at her teacher.

"I went to a lot of places and saw a lot of different things. Teacher, you have been watching me grow up all the way. Since my primary school participated in the competition and you said I was a good seedling, I have been following you. Do you remember, teacher

When Jiang Yao talked about this, her teacher certainly remembered that it was the first time she saw Jiang Yao. She was the most Petite in a group of people. When she knew that she was Jiang Guangzheng's daughter, she was a little resistant.

Because the organizer told her to pay special attention to a little girl named Jiang Yao, whose daughter she is. She is known for her strictness, so when the staff said this to her, they immediately turned their faces.

To tell you the truth, what she dislikes most is such a person. In the end, she is the son or daughter of someone so and so.

So just like the staff member said, she really "pays special attention" to the little girl named Jiang Yao. There was no expression on her face, no tension on her face.

She was very satisfied with this, because Jiang Yao signed up late, so she was the last to appear.

As soon as she appeared, the surrounding parents immediately clapped and photographed her. She did not show any trace of timidity, but very calm standing in front of her.

Nod to the judges in front and bow.

At the beginning of the music, Jiang Yao just like a little elf smile, active in every place, a song ends. She took the initiative to stand up and clap for Jiang Yao. She was still the little adult and didn't smile because of any expression.

From the applause on the spot, we can know that Jiang Yao must have won this competition. Later, when Jiang Yao grew up, he also told her that he was proud and said that he had found treasure.

Since then, Jiang Yao has been under her door, and he has been teaching a lot of things.

"I don't want to dance any more. I want to spend more time on other places. Now I feel that there are many things missing in my life, not only family affection or friendship, but also other things. I want to pick them up now and look at the world again. "

Her teacher obviously couldn't accept the reason. She asked, "it doesn't conflict with your dancing, so you don't have to give up dancing. Yao Yao, if you think I'm giving you too little time, I can

"Teacher, I've thought about it for a long time, really."

Jiang Yao didn't want to talk about it in her heart. She knew that the teacher regarded herself as her successor. She also wanted to, but the doctor said that she couldn't dance.

In the past, when she was able to leave in the United States, she had secretly tried, and was severely scolded by song ya. That time, she was in bed for a week and couldn't get out of bed with a waist guard.

So she knew the seriousness of the matter, not that she could dance if she wanted to.

The story of the book shortage old man told her that family is very important. In the past, she didn't regard her family as relatives, so she ignored their feelings. Now it's different.

"No, it's not true, Yao Yao, you

She saw the disappointment of the teacher. She held her unfinished words in her throat and swallowed them. She shook her head feebly and gave her a smile.

"Now that it's decided, well, the teacher doesn't want to be a stumbling block to your decision."

She doesn't believe that Jiang Yao gave up dancing for this reason. There must be other reasons. Otherwise, with her years of experience with Jiang Yao, she must have suffered something.

Since she has made such a decision, let her go.

"Thank you, teacher. I'm really, really sorry that I didn't fulfill your dream."

Jiang Yao cried very sad. If she didn't have to, she would not have made such a decision. She loves dancing, from her heart, but what can she do.

Since I chose Gu Zhao, I can't regret it.

Sometimes when Jiang Yao is sitting quietly in the sofa club, she thinks that it's quite cost-effective to exchange her career for the life of someone she likes, even though he doesn't love himself but others.

So what? They all make their own choices. No wonder others.

"Now that you've made it clear, let's tell your fans that they've been waiting for you for a year, what they should face or what they should face, and the teacher can only help you here."

Her teacher raised her head and found that her tears still wanted to fall. She laughed, turned around and wiped her tears with a paper towel, sniffed, and touched her face with her hand.

"There's a long way to go."

Jiang Yao can't help crying. What she is doing now is like digging for her soul, the soul of her dance. It's like a farewell ceremony, and the teacher is the last one to leave.

"Well, don't cry, my dear."

She kept holding back her tears, and at last she couldn't help crying with her. Two people sad appearance, let the whole coffee shop are full of a light sadness, people feel inexplicable sadness.

Jiang Yao drove her teacher home. She was still at the door. Her teacher turned around and hugged her. She whispered in her ear.

"Come on in the future."

She left with a smile on her face.

Jiang Yao took a picture of the teacher's last walk with her mobile phone. Back in the car, she opened the microblog and wechat that she hadn't opened for more than a year. It was full of private messages sent to her by fans.

Almost everyone was asking her.

"Goddess, what's the matter with you? Why don't you show up?"

Jiang Yao looked at one by one, tears could not stop falling, dripping on the car, into the cushion.

She finished all this with tears in her eyes, then opened her mouth and announced one by one that she would quit the ballet stage which she was most proud of.

Finally, I attached the teacher's back, especially sad.

It took her a long time to turn on the send button. She threw her cell phone in the back seat and lay on her steering wheel, venting her dissatisfaction and pain.

She didn't know that 0.1 second after she tweeted, her fans exploded on the Internet.