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Ling Jiale goes to Zhang Yuan's newly opened dance school to take classes.

It is said to be a dance school, but in fact there are only a few small classes.

Before Zhang Yuan retired, many local or foreign dance schools wanted to hire her back as the honorary principal. They were all well-known private educational institutions. They took a fancy to her resume and gave her a frighteningly generous salary, much better than those in the dance troupe before. .

But after talking for a while, Zhang Yuan found that she did not agree with their teaching philosophy. In the end, there was no agreement with the family, and the matter of re-employment was left alone.However, this incident aroused her concerns about the enlightenment of children's ballet, and she came up with the idea of ​​running a school of her own.

You have to worry more about running your own school.The most worrying thing about other people running a school is where to find good teachers. Zhang Yuan has taught students in the dance troupe for 30 years, and this is not difficult for her.She is bothered by certificates, audits, site renovations, fire permits, etc... For the first time in her life, she has to deal with so many trivial matters, and she has to deal with all kinds of people in the society, and she is so tired that her gray hair grows out. .

The first time Ling Jiale was forcibly pulled out of his home by Zhang Yuan to "help", he was surprised to find that the school had already been run, and even his elder brother had volunteered to come back from the United States to help, but he, his own son, had no strength at all. None of them came out.

Zhang Yuan "asked" him to help teach a class once a week, and he was ashamed: "Mom, I have time now, let me do something more for you..."

Zhang Yuan really thought of everything for him, not letting him teach those who are too young, and not letting him teach those who are too big, Ling Jiale comes to teach twice a week, the students are all little girls in the lower grades of elementary school, Both sensible, but not too many things.

The name Ling Jiale wrote on the class schedule was "Zhang Lele".

Every time when the get out of class ends, Ling Jiale is not in a hurry to end the get out of class.He will first summarize the performance of several children today one by one, especially those mistakes that are often made, each of which must be emphasized again and again, and then urge them to practice carefully after returning home, saying that they will check in the next class.

The serious words he said unconsciously reminded him of his childhood, when he always felt that his mother was too strict, and he never thought that he would become a teacher one day, and he would be the same.

After the last sentence, several little girls bowed to him, and he bowed back. The students went to pack their things, while he stayed to clean the floor.After a class, the floor was dripping with sweat. When he was a child, the rule was for students to wipe the floor. He felt sorry for these children, so he did it for him.

A girl didn't leave, but stood aside and watched him wipe the floor.

He found out before class today that this little girl had been watching him secretly, with a hesitant expression on her face, full of vigilance, as if she had a lot of thoughts on her mind, and she couldn't concentrate on her movements.

There are always times when I learn dance, especially when I am young, I feel too hard, I feel that I am not talented enough, so I feel doubtful and want to give up. At this time, I need someone to encourage and supervise me, from "experts" Speaking from experience is still useful.

Ling Jiale stopped and asked the little girl, "What do you want to tell me?" He is not good at dealing with children, and his tone is always a bit stiff when talking to them.What he was thinking at this time was how to use his giving up to motivate her to persevere.

Girls at this age are beautiful no matter what they look like, especially the little girls who have studied ballet, their temperament is even more outstanding.

She asked very beautifully: "Are you Ling Jiale?"

Ling Jiale's face turned red suddenly. Since when, he felt ashamed just to be called by his name.

He didn't even dare to claim the name his parents gave him, and he denied it tightly: "I'm not."

The little girl became more suspicious, examining his face like examining a prisoner.With his appearance, how could he admit his mistake?

"You are." The little girl affirmed, her eyes looked more like looking at a prisoner, or even an enemy, "You can't be a teacher. My sister said that Ling Jiale is the most disgusting person in the world."

"Get out!" Zhang Yuan's voice sounded terrifying.

Ling Jiale, who was almost dizzy, saw Zhang Yuan holding back his anger and striding forward, and saw the little girl turn pale with fright at Zhang Yuan's livid face.

Zhang Yuan grabbed one of the little girl's shoulders and pushed it out forcefully, saying sharply, "Get out! You are not welcome here!"

"Mom! Mom!" Ling Jiale stopped her in horror.His mother gave up her high-paying and leisurely job because she liked children and was responsible for ballet, and worked hard to open this school. Zhang Yuan is the chief and teacher, and she should be elegant and calm whenever she sees her. His mother How could he fight a child for him!

Ling Jiale snatched the terrified student from Zhang Yuan's hands to protect her behind her, and tried her best to persuade: "Mom! She is still young, she doesn't understand! Don't be angry with children!"

Zhang Yuan looked down at the student who was protected by Ling Jiale, he was indeed a child, first grade?Or second grade?The cute little face was crying and ugly, looking at the adult who suddenly violently attacked her with fear and pain.

But isn't her baby afraid?

Shi Shi also came, and he and Zhang Yuan came to look for Ling Jiale and witnessed that scene at the same time.

He took the student from Ling Jiale, Shi Shi had a gentle demeanor, and the student immediately fled to his side.He took the student aside to criticize education: "Ballet is the most elegant form of dance... No matter who says that, it is wrong."

Zhang Yuan also softened her face, the mother and son were connected, and she realized that she shouldn't lose her composure in front of her son just now.

"Don't take what the children say to your heart. Your father will have a performance in two days. Let's go and listen to it together, okay?" In a blink of an eye, we can start chatting, which was absolutely impossible ten years ago. If ten years ago, With her temper, she must grab the student and let her call the parents over to apologize together.

Most of Ling Jiale's energy was still on Shi Shi and that student, "...Although you are still young, you still have to be responsible for your own words..."

"Lele?" Zhang Yuan put her arms around Ling Jiale's shoulders, and led him around half a circle, not letting him look over there.

Ling Jiale turned her head to look worriedly, "Mom, I'd better go over and say something..."

Zhang Yuan had no choice but to let him go.

Ling Jiale walked up to Shi Shi and the others, squatted down, and said to the little girl who had just been crying, "You just...really mistaken someone."

Shi Shi immediately frowned sadly and turned his head away.

Zhang Yuan felt that she would not be able to maintain peace if she stayed any longer. She insisted and said to the two of them, "Shi Shi sent this student out, and her parents should be waiting outside. Lele will wait for your senior brother for a while and let him send him off." You go home, I still have class later, go first."

Zhang Yuan left, and Shi Shi was about to send that student out, but Ling Jiale called to them from behind: "Your sister, why do you hate Ling Jiale?"

The student turned his head, not daring to speak.Shi Shi persuaded: "Forget it, Lele."

Ling Jiale squatted down and looked directly at the little girl, "Why?" There must be a reason for hating someone.

The little girl said timidly: "My sister said that because of Ling Jiale, Mr. Kitty is gone."

Ling Jiale grinned, showing a look of crying and laughing, "Mr. Goody..."

He was still a child, a child who couldn't even speak well.

Ling Jiale stood up, picked up the mop, and continued mopping the floor.Before Shi Shi walked out of the door, he looked back at him, and saw that his head was lowered, and the hair hanging on his forehead swayed with the movement of mopping the floor, covering his expression, which made people think that he seemed to be crying.

When Shi Shi came back after sending the students off, Ling Jiale had already finished mopping the floor, and was holding on to the pole in a daze. When he heard him calling him, he came back to his senses, turned his head and asked, "Are the parents of the students happy?"

"No..." In fact, it was the student who begged him not to tell his mother what happened just now. The terrified look on his face made him immediately understand that when she was pushed and pushed by Zhang Yuan, she cried because she was not afraid of the teacher's wife, but was afraid of the teacher's wife. The right to complain to parents.

He sent the student to his mother and said, "I practiced hard today. The child was in pain and shed a few tears."

The mother reprimanded her fiercely, thinking she couldn't endure hardship.

Shi Shi watched coldly from the side, imagining that the dejected little girl was a little taller and a little bigger, and became her older sister.Is it because they are unhappy that they take pleasure in insulting others?

"Lele, come with me to America, to my dance company." Shi Shi said.

Ling Jiale was surprised that something in her heart had been punctured.He was indeed going to "resign" from his mother, and the student's words reminded him that after the group broke up, many fans hated him and did many things that still make him shudder when he thinks about it.

Recently, he has kept a low profile. He may not have been followed by the paparazzi, or he may have been followed, but he feels that his life is boring and there is nothing worth reporting.But sooner or later... As long as he is still there, sooner or later, they will find out the relationship between Zhang Yuan and him, and discover this school. As long as he is there, they will find this place...

"Lele, I told the teacher about this, and they want you to go out too. If you don't want them, when the teacher retires and the dance school is on the right track, he and his wife can go to you, and they all stay. After studying, I am not afraid that I will not be able to adapt to foreign countries, at worst, I will come back in a few years..."

This wasn't the first time Shi Shi made this suggestion, but it was the first time that Ling Jiale didn't immediately reject it.

Shi Shi looked at his tangled hands on the pole, and said while the iron was hot: "Lele, there is no natural barrier between ballet and modern dance. Changing the type of dance is not as difficult as you imagine...Indeed, your basic skills are not as good as they are now." In the past, but didn’t you pick it up all the time? And modern dance doesn’t pay much attention to technique. Do you know how good your emotional expression is now? I saw the clips you recorded for me. There are several clips. I really ..."

Shi Shi was a little excited, and couldn't help getting closer, Ling Jiale dodged subconsciously, showing that touching expression between timidity and sorrow that cannot be described in words.

"Lele, you are different from before. You are more suitable for the stage than before! You used to be talented, but now you are more delicate than before. Dance is all about emotion in the final analysis. With your current emotional expressiveness, you can definitely be on stage. A good work that moved the audience! My dance troupe is developing very well in the United States, and there are many performance opportunities. Leon and Lucas also like you, and they have asked me to pull you into the troupe." Shi Shi grabbed Ling impulsively. Lele's hand, "You shouldn't be here, I thought you shouldn't waste yourself like this, you were born to dance, you should stand on the stage! Lele, come with me!"

Ling Jiale pulled her hand out from under his palm in panic, and said with difficulty: "Brother, let me think again..."