[Korean Entertainment] The years between me and Mr. G

Putting the milk and bread on the table, and picking up the wet and dirty painting, Xilin gestured to Quan Zhilong with the content on it, "Look, I'll finish the painting soon."

"...What...this is, the scenery outside the window!?!" The scenery drawn by crayons was a mess, abstract and convulsive, Quan Zhilong looked at the drawing paper and then at the scenery outside the window.After a few back and forth, I came to a conclusion.Absolutely, [-]% nothing like it!While frightened, I couldn't help but question, "Is painting interesting?"

"Of course! My dream is to be an illustrator!" After talking about his dream with some pride, he blushed and put away the painting instantly, "What about you?"

"Me?" Pointing to himself, he tilted his head, "Maybe I will be an artist."

"Probably?" The red face suddenly became serious, "How can a dream be approximate! How can it be approximate!?"

Startled by her appearance, Quan Zhilong waved his hands and said haha, "Okay, okay, my dream is to be an artist! Why are you so serious..."

"No." Pursing her lips and shrinking her neck, "I don't mean that, just..."

"Hey, we Xilin, who are we chatting with?" While talking, someone broke into the tea room again, saw two little devils sitting together, smiled, and asked, "Are you friends?"

"Dad, you're back!" He happily climbed off the chair and walked to his father, pulling his trousers and said, "His name is Zhilong, and he is a trainee of the company. Dad, do you know him?"

"A trainee?" Holding the cup, Xilin's father went blank.To be honest, his job is basically to wander the streets to find some handsome men and women with star potential. If the trainees in the company are not brought in by himself, they usually don't pay much attention.But in order to show his daughter that he is a professional person who cares about the country and the company, he thought for a while, then nodded, "Well, I know! I have a little impression."

Then he bent down to catch the water, only to find that his daughter was dirty all over, "Xilin, why are you so dirty?"

Hearing these words, Zhilong immediately looked at Xilin vigilantly, for fear that she would tell the truth.If she was the one who scared her down, would her father beat her up?

"Oh, I accidentally fell." Xilin smiled and explained lightly.

"Why are you so careless when you walk? Just say you have short legs... If your mother sees it, you will definitely scold us. Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom to clean it!" As he said, he put the cup next to the water dispenser, bent over The waist is about to pick up the child.

"My legs are not short... Dad, wait a minute." Xilin stepped back to avoid the embrace, stepped back, and stuffed the bread that he had only eaten a few bites into Quan Zhilong, smiling mischievously, " The bread is delicious, thank you. Let’s play together next time, goodbye, Zhilong.”

"Goodbye." Seeing the backs of the two leaving, he lowered his head and took a bite of the bean paste bread. Ah, is it because of the bread given by the elders?

Otherwise, how could it be so sweet.

One Saturday after that day, Quan Zhilong sat in the room doing homework, and started to wander while writing. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he wondered if she was still painting the scenery outside the window. After painting the scenery, there should be nothing to draw. Otherwise, take the newly bought flying chess to play with Xilin next time.

Sighing, inexplicably thinking of the sentence in his little head ----- dreams have no possibility.

In the past, I would have said with certainty that I wanted to be an artist, but when will this fake trainee day be big?In the ordinary day-to-day, slowly become willing to be mediocre and no longer believe in myself.Her words seemed to be enlightening.

"Zhilong." His mother's call from the living room interrupted his thoughts. He pushed his homework and ran into the living room. Seeing a colorful leaflet in his mother's hand, he sat beside her and looked at it. content.

"The most beautiful dance in the world is ballet. What is ballet? Ballet is: the blood of nobles flows in the blood vessels, and an elegant heart beats! Small trumpet flower ballet training class, create your aristocratic tomorrow~!! "

noble?Ballet?Training class? !An ominous premonition hit his heart, Quan Zhilong straightened his body and stood up from the sofa, showing a cute smile, "Mom, I haven't finished my homework yet, I think I should finish the task assigned to me by the teacher early. ..”

"Zhilong." Mother Quan put the leaflet aside and called her son's name softly.

"pinch?!"

"People who learn ballet are very temperamental. My mother wanted to learn ballet when she was young, but your grandmother has no money. Alas...if..." With a regretful look, "If you can replace your mother It would be nice to have your wish come true."

"!(⊙o⊙)!!!!"

"So." Mother Quan held her son's little hand in front of her chest, and looked at the child in front of her with bright eyes. Becoming an artist or a dancer seems to be a good choice, "Go learn ballet."

Quan Zhilong thought bitterly, can I refuse?I don't want to wear leggings!I don't want to wear leggings!I don't want to spin and jump with my eyes closed!It's so beautiful I can't even look at it!

So when his mother led him into the dance studio, Quan Zhilong's mind was full of the shadow of himself wearing leggings.It wasn't until the dance teacher with a cloak around his waist stood in front of him that he finally realized the reality. Sure enough, his mother was the unstoppable woman.

"Hello, are you Mrs. Quan?"

"Yes, I called to sign up before." Quan's mother looked at the slim teacher in front of her, and at the little boys and girls in the dance studio who were doing splits and legs, and her heart was filled with joy.That's right, what she wants is this kind of oncoming sense of art!She can already imagine her son standing and dancing under the spotlight (forgive me for using such an adjective) embracing the noble tomorrow of a better tomorrow!

"Okay, please wait here for a while, I'll get him the shoes and dance clothes." The teacher smiled apologetically, and turned to look for clothes in the small room.

As soon as the little friends who were warming up carefully saw the teacher leave, they immediately slowed down and looked at the newcomers with piercing eyes. Quan Zhilong looked at the future little ballet princes and princesses in front of him, and the three black lines slipped down instantly. .He's really not that good at ballet.

"Mom... can I not participate... I don't think I can learn?" Trying to make the last struggle, he looked up at his mother pitifully.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We Zhilong will definitely be able to dance very well. We have learned other dances so well. Mom believes in you!"

"But..." I couldn't believe myself.

"Sorry, Mrs. Quan, I only found this set, and I don't know if it fits well." After a while, the teacher appeared with a blue dance dress in her hands. Mother Quan looked through the size and frowned and said, "It's too big, our Zhilong is thinner .”

"Excuse me..."

"Forget it, let's go to other dance classes."

"Ma'am, you can find a way to solve the clothes, I will borrow a set..."

"Borrow?! Before I came here, I asked if there were any clothes, and you said yes."

"I'm really sorry..."

"Wait a minute." The immature voice of a child in the crowd called them, and the three of them turned their heads together, and saw a little girl in a pink skirt standing out from the line of leg presses.

"Xilin?" Quan Zhilong watched the person in the pink dance dress slowly walk in front of him, a little pleasantly surprised and a little surprised, "Why are you here?!"

"I still have a set of bigger clothes, can I lend you one?" Seeing the eyes of the teacher and mother Quan, Xilin asked to stay in a low voice, "Zhilong, don't leave. I don't want to stay here alone..."

So, a picture full of joy appeared like this. Xiao Xiaoquan was wearing a pink skirt standing next to a girl wearing the same pink skirt, spinning and jumping with the beat. I closed my eyes~ I was completely unaffected by other things Children whispering, and mother Quan's expression on I know my son is the little ballet prince.

"Didn't you say that you want to be an illustrator? Why are you here to dance?" I have a good foundation in dancing, so I can still win the leg press and splits.

"My mother said that the hobby of the most powerful illustrator in the world is ballet."

"real?!"

"Of course! My mother wouldn't lie to me."

"Ah, your mother is amazing, you know that!"

"What about you? How do you come to practice, ballet?"

"The dream on my shoulders is beyond your imagination. In short, don't say anything, we can meet here because there is an unreliable Mama..."

"I agree with this."

Quan Zhilong, who originally hated learning ballet, completely ignited his enthusiasm to go to the training class because of Xilin's appearance, and he arrived on time every week.In the dance studio, the two of them did splits, stretched their legs, chatted, drank soda, and lived a carefree life.

Until the afternoon when I practiced in the company a month later.

The two of them don't have much time to spend together in the company. Quan Zhilong has to practice dancing, while Xilin spends a lot of time in the scenery outside the window.The two could only see each other for a short time after lunch.

One day, when they ran to the rooftop, Xilin took out the mp3 borrowed from his father and shared an earphone with him. The pure white earphones were lightly and neatly inserted into the ears. Xilin leaned back a little, and the sunlight hit the eaves By the side, so as not to expose them to the sun, the weather is really good.

"Zhilong, do you know the new dance step that the teacher taught? I have practiced for the past few days and my toes hurt..." I closed my eyes and complained softly about the task assigned by the ballet teacher. The song is very comfortable to listen to this afternoon.

"..."

"Zhi-Long."

"..."

"Zhi-Long?"

There has been no answer, Xilin opened his eyes a little depressed, only then saw Zhilong sitting there concentrating, his eyes open and motionless.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Wasn't he stunned, Xilin immediately took off the earphones and stretched out his hands to push him, Zhilong was relieved, looked at her and looked at the mp3, and said, "Xilin, what is this?" Song?"

"Song? Let me see." Pick up the mp3, press the screen to turn on, it's an English song, but unfortunately she can't recognize it, so she can only pronounce it letter by letter, "cream."

"Cream.." Zhilong repeated it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "This song is very good, isn't it?"