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Xu Feng went crazy looking for Ling Jiale—there was no one at home, messages and calls were not answered, and several assistants who followed him in the past could not contact him.Xu Feng even asked Chen Yan and Du Wen, they didn't know where Ling Jiale had gone.

Such a striking person seems to have disappeared overnight.Because of his recent situation, Xu Feng even thought that he couldn't think about it for a while and did something stupid.

Just when Xu Feng was about to go crazy, Ling Jiale was sitting on the street in a foreign country, drinking coffee and basking in the sun leisurely with his parents.

Ling Jiale's father, Ling Zongfu, is a senior music conductor and is leading the orchestra on a world tour this season.

Ling Zongfu performs dozens of performances every year, usually without his wife and children.

His wife, Zhang Yuan, used to be the principal of the National Ballet Troupe. After giving birth at an advanced age, she retired to work as an instructor behind the scenes. She is still very busy; her son, Ling Jiale, is always on the go. In the words of their circle, it is "constant announcements." After a year, Ling Zongfu and Zhang Yuan saw their son more times through the media than in person.

This trip with the family of three was the idea of ​​her mother, Zhang Yuan, because Ling Zongfu’s tour will pass by the city where she stayed when she was studying abroad, and Ling Jiale always wanted to visit that famous music academy when she was a child.

But Ling Jiale knew very well that his mother just wanted to take him out to relax.

The exotic and unfamiliar street scene made him very relaxed.

He looked at the couples and parents with children walking in the nearby square, saw their leisurely footsteps and smiles on their faces, and suddenly remembered the time when he was running freely on the road wearing that yellow vest and yellow helmet two days ago Feel.

There is a piano on the square. From time to time, passers-by come to give a performance. Most of them are amateurs, and some play it quite well. They may be students of the Conservatory of Music.

If it is played by an amateur, Ling Zongfu will not express a single word of opinion; but if it is a professional with a good level, he will not be able to help but comment.

It is said that the conductor is the "dictator" of the orchestra, and Ling Zongfu showed this point vividly.Ling Jiale and Zhang Yuan were used to him for a long time, let him make arrogant and harsh comments, and only listened to the music in the square.

When a certain song played, Zhang Yuan and Ling Jiale's eyes lit up at the same time, and they said in unison - "Candy Fairy"!

Zhang Yuan looked at her husband itchingly.

Ling Zongfu stopped his high-spirited talk, looked at his no longer young but still beautiful wife, and slightly waved his hands: "Go if you want, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Zhang Yuan stood up with some joy, and looked back at her son.

Ling Zongfu lightly reprimanded Ling Jiale: "What are you doing in a daze? Go there with your mother."

Ling Jiale stood up hesitantly, even though this was a foreign country, he was still not used to being too ostentatious in public.

Zhang Yuan smiled and took his hand, and walked briskly towards the piano. Behind her came Ling Zongfu's old-fashioned advice: "Take a picture of your mother!"

Zhang Yuan is really not young anymore.She danced for 12 years as the chief dancer, and she took the risk to give birth to Ling Jiale when she was nearly 62 years old. She was [-] years old at this time.The years have not only stained her face, but also soaked her bone marrow. She is no longer in the state of her peak.

But her dancing posture is still light and beautiful, and her eyes that have been tempered by time reveal the innocence and joy of a girl, making people feel that Candy Fairy is not old in this life, she is always happy, always dancing brisk and lively dance steps.

Zhang Yuan's confident dance attracted many passers-by to watch, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Ling Jiale stood closest to her mother and was taking pictures, but when she saw those mobile phones, she became timid and wanted to get out of the crowd.

Zhang Yuan did a beautiful arabesque dance, with one arm gracefully stretched forward, facing her son, and looking at him with gentle and encouraging eyes.

Ling Jiale hesitated for a while, put the mobile phone in her pocket, inhaled, exhaled, raised her head, retracted her abdomen, stepped forward two steps lightly to the sound of the piano, stretched out her arms softly and powerfully, and supported her mother's hand.

"Candy Fairy" has been played three times, and Zhang Yuan can't do many movements in place, and needs Ling Jiale's assistance to complete.The solo dance was jointly performed by the mother and son, which received warm applause.Zhang Yuan took her son's hand and bowed to the audience as if performing on a real stage.

On the way back, Zhang Yuan asked Ling Jiale: "Lele, do you know what are the three most correct decisions of mother's life?"

Ling Jiale was still immersed in the pure joy brought by the dance just now, and immediately replied: "Learning ballet?"

Zhang Yuan was trained as a figure skater when she was a child. When she was 12 years old, she suddenly and firmly changed to ballet. This start was much later than most people.

"It's third correct."

Ling Jiale gave a "puchi" and said affirmatively, "The first thing to do is to marry Dad."

Zhang Yuan looked at him and said softly, "This is the second correct thing."

Ling Jiale guessed what the first correctness was, and was a little surprised, but it seemed reasonable.

Zhang Yuan said: "The first correct decision is to give birth to you."

Ling Jiale's eye sockets were hot.

He used to always feel that he was a drag on his mother.Because of herself, my mother had to step down from the chief position and bid farewell to the stage.Afterwards, my mother was delighted to find that he was born with good conditions and was very suitable for dancing ballet. He was willing to learn when he was a child, and he was not afraid of hardships, but then he gave up...

"My mother only started ballet at the age of 12, and my classmates were all eight, nine, or even six or seven-year-old children. Standing behind them, I looked really big and stupid. Every time I was scolded by the teacher, I would miss the ice rink and regret it. Learn ballet by yourself."

"I became the chief at the age of 26. The girl I competed for was seven years younger than me. She said that I would jump to the chief position for three years at most. When she was 22, the position would still be hers. I have been After dancing for 12 years, that girl has already changed her career to teach remedial classes."

"I only met your father when I was 30 years old. Your father has a bad temper. Every time I quarrel with him, I regret why I chose him out of so many suitors. Later, I married your father. After so many years, As you can see, we are very happy together."

"I gave birth to you at the age of 38. There are many dancers who can continue to dance after giving birth. I think I am very hardworking and I should be able to do it, but this kind of thing still depends on luck."

"But mom never regretted it, do you know why?" Zhang Yuan asked.

Ling Jiale was about to cry, and her voice became tight: "Because I was so cute when I was young?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded: "Well, yes, you were very cute when you were young, and you have always been cute, and you are still the same now. But there is another reason, because I respect the stage, enjoy the stage, and do my best every day. No regrets."

"All the important and correct turning points in my life came much later than ordinary people. When I first made a decision, I felt a lot of confusion, fear, and even regret, but in the end, these late decisions brought me happiness and joy, because they all obeyed me. My own heart, and urged me to work hard for it."

Zhang Yuan looked at Ling Jiale, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and said lovingly: "Son, no matter whether it is sooner or later, or whether it is right or wrong in the moment, listen to the loudest voice in your heart, so that you will not regret it in the future. "

When the two returned, Ling Jiale's eyes were still red.

Ling Zongfu stared when he saw it: "Such a big man still loves to cry so much! I told you a long time ago, don't do that business, it's not a business..."

Zhang Yuan patted him: "Can you say a few words less?"

Ling Jiale looked at her father ashamedly: "Dad, you also know?"

It was the first time Mom and Dad had talked to him about the scandals.

Ling Zongfu paused, his brows furrowed even tighter, but his voice softened a bit: "Although we don't know your line of work, we believe that you will not let yourself be depraved."

Ling Jiale suddenly opened his eyes wide, and two streams of tears rolled down.

"Crying again!" Ling Zongfu scolded.

Zhang Yuan refused to let him talk anymore, and picked up a tissue to wipe Ling Jiale's tears, and blocked her husband's sight by the way.

She said softly to Ling Jiale: "Mom and Dad have thought about it for a long time, and they think that we are too neglectful of duty. We have been very busy, always on business trips, and paid too little attention to you, so that you were bullied outside and did not tell your family. .”

"Lele, why did your mother give you the nickname Lele? Didn't she just want you to be happy? Maybe when you were young, your mother was too strict with you. Because my mother came into the rehearsal room late, she ate a lot Bitter, I always hope that while you are still young, you can quickly lay the foundation, and now I think about it, but I regret it... Mom now feels that nothing can compare to happiness, and I hope you can do what you want—"

"I don't agree with your mother's point of view." Ling Zongfu interrupted Zhang Yuan, showing some dictatorship again, "Although I don't agree with you as a star, I don't agree with you running away—"

"How can this be called running away?" Zhang Yuan retorted unwillingly, "It's called staying away from bad influences. Who said before that our family is an art family, we must have artistic integrity and stay away from bad customs—"

"But he has already entered this industry! He has spent so much time and energy, and he has to make some achievements to be justified! He can retire after success, or he thinks it's okay, and he quits on his own initiative, but he can't be like Now, because we encountered difficulties and were forced to leave, isn’t that considered a surrender?”

"I disagree with your idea—"

Ling Jiale wiped her face with a tissue and smiled helplessly.

After that, the family of three went to Zhang Yuan's former music school for a stroll, and in the evening Ling Jiale and Zhang Yuan went to Ling Zongfu's concert again.

Zhang Yuan secretly told him that her family has enough savings, and she plans to quit the dance troupe this year, and wants to start a dance school by herself, hoping that Ling Jiale can go home and help her.

After the concert, the family returned to the hotel, and Ling Jiale went to his room.

He didn't go into the bathroom to wash up right away, but went to look in the mirror in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom.

He took off his underwear, leaving only a pair of briefs, and started warming up seriously.

When stretching, I obviously feel that my body is different from before. The ligaments are tight and the muscles are not obedient.Not to mention compared to when he was a child, he was even a bit worse than when he was in Mr. Goody.

He remembered that he once went out to compete on behalf of the country, and those applause and praises were as ethereal as a dream that had been waking up for a long time.

Of course, he didn't dare to hope to return to the previous state, he only hoped that there would be a little bit of the previous kung fu left.

After warming up, he first tried a relatively simple vertical fork, with his right leg behind him, kneeling on the ground, his left leg stretched forward, and his hands on both sides of his body.

He kept facing the mirror, looked up at himself in the mirror, and exhaled softly.

The left heel slid forward against the ground, the crotch sank slowly, and the muscles at the base of the thigh already felt a slight tearing sensation—but fortunately, it didn't reach the limit at all.

Down, down again...success!

Ling Jiale couldn't believe that he sat down so easily.

The tip of his outstretched toes touched the mirror, and this leg was connected with the one in the mirror, like a straight bridge, closely connecting his restless heart with the sweat and love he once had.

Ling Jiale leaned over and hugged her leg, put her cheek on it, and hugged herself tightly.

The next day, Zhang Yuan accompanied Ling Zongfu to the next city, and Ling Jiale flew back to China by himself.It was too boring while waiting, so he couldn't hold back, turned on his phone, thinking that he must not read the comments, and just asked Xiaoya how her work was going.

Ever since he caused that kind of scandal, artists have stayed away, and he himself blocked many people. After that audition, he even blocked Xu Feng and many people in the company, so the phone has been very busy. Quiet.

Now after turning it on, it keeps popping up new message reminders, and the red signs are densely packed.

He quickly glanced over, all asking where he was.To his surprise, Chen Yan took the initiative to contact him and asked him to call back immediately after seeing the news.

He dialed out the phone a little excitedly, and finally heard Chen Yan's voice:

"Ja Le, are you okay! You scared me to death!..."

"Xu Feng contacted me and talked to me a lot. I seem to be convinced by him..."

"Wang Xu's play is a rare opportunity after all, you finally got a second chance to audition, you must seize it!"