my brother is not cute at all

At 7:30 in the morning, the restaurant of Bishan Villa opened on time.

Meng Hong neatly placed walnut buns, crystal steamed dumplings, glutinous rice siu mai, fish porridge, crab roe wonton noodles, and sweet soy milk on the table in advance. After adjusting everything to the most pleasant level, the flower arrangement in the restaurant was trimmed, and the morning radio was adjusted to the appropriate volume.

After everything was packed, Hou Chenghai and Ji Wanyu sat face to face in a comfortable and comfortable environment, officially enjoying the beginning of the day.

Footsteps sounded upstairs, they looked at the same time, Hou Zeqi and Yang Yue were already fully dressed and ready to go out.

"Dad, Mom, I'll send Xiaoyue to rehearse in the regiment. I won't have breakfast with you because I'm afraid of traffic jams."

Hou Zeqi was dressed very casually today, jeans, down jacket, even the sweater inside was hooded, half of the hat was covered when tidying up the collar, when Yang Yue saw her, she tiptoed to help him without thinking Tidy up.

As soon as he turned his head, Hou Chenghai was staring at his every move intently, his face was calm, but his eyes were very kind, and there was an inexplicable strangeness together, which made him withdraw his hand immediately in fright.

"Ahem," Hou Chenghai cleared his throat, pretending to be calm, "Understood, drive carefully, and remember to eat when you meet a suitable place on the road."

"Well," Hou Zeqi responded lightly, zipping up the cat bag and going out.

Hou Chenghai opened his mouth and called out again: "Wait."

The two stopped at the same time.

"After you two return to Lanting, take care of each other more. If you are not busy, come here more often." Hou Chenghai said, looked at Yang Yue more, and said to Hou Zeqi: "Remember to supervise your brother to eat on time." Medicine, don't get sick again."

Hou Zeqi knew that he had passed the hurdle in his heart, so he glanced at Yang Yue and smiled, "Okay, I understand."

Focusing on everyone's eyes for a moment, Yang Yue was a little at a loss, licked her lips and said to Ji Wanyu in a strong nasal voice: "Mom, I'm leaving."

After speaking, he took two steps away, then remembered something, turned his head and whispered: "Daddy, goodbye."

"..."

The sound of the security door opening and closing became the last sound in the spacious living room.

There was silence in the restaurant for a while, Hou Chenghai couldn't believe his ears, and looked at Ji Wanyu, with a faint excitement in his expression after waking up from a dream.

Ask: "Did you hear that? Xiaoyue just...did you call me?"

"Well," Ji Wanyu smiled, picked up a sticky rice dumpling and put it in his small dish, gently urging: "Eat your meal."

For a long time, Yang Yue thought that hanging a wire was a cool and fun thing, but in fact, hanging it up was not the same thing.

His waist and back were restrained, and many movements that could be easily completed on the ground were all hindered by his control. All the movements and force methods he was used to were overthrown and started again. For more than a month, he felt that he Like a crab tied up with five flowers, it is like being tortured every day, being tortured in different ways.

After the waist is fixed, all the center of gravity and starting point are gathered at the crotch, which requires the dancer to accept a completely different way of movement, so he has to adjust his movement power and way of movement during this period of time, and Not an easy task.

Moreover, this kind of performance with many uncontrollable factors has caused great damage to the actor's waist. Yang Yue started to learn to dance at the age of five, and has suffered from serious back injuries over the years. This rehearsal not only caused his back injury to recur twice, even In a pas de deux training, due to a partner's mistake, he hit his spine hard on the ground when he lifted the bar up!

For more than a week, he wore a neck brace in class and rehearsal.

In short, during the rehearsal during this period, his whole body was suddenly weightless and he was hoisted up and floating in the air, or he was entangled in ropes and left bruises all over his body. A large number of rapid rotations in the air made him feel sick every day and lost his appetite. The little weight accumulated by being pampered and pampered was quickly emptied before liberation, resulting in a hypoglycemic swing and becoming top-heavy. The whole person was slapped on the chair beside him, and a piece of skin was rubbed off his forehead. This made Hou Zeqi almost go to the director that night.

Time flies by.

The performance was about to take place, and the rehearsal venue for all the actors was transferred to the theater. The wire was adjusted to 20 meters, and everything was overturned and started again.

Hou Zeqi occasionally came to visit the class with snacks and milk tea. Seeing the rehearsal process of these dancers, he couldn't help but feel emotional. He knew that the dancers were suffering before, but he never thought it would be so hard. Their path is Those who suffered, suffered, injured, and bleed came here, betting their own physical life with every step, and desperately fighting for the things they love.

On the stage, there was another mistake in the pas de deux. Seeing that the actors were exhausted, the director called for a pause: "Stop, all the actors take a 15-minute break."

When the words fell, everyone disbanded on the spot.

Yang Yue had already noticed a tall figure wearing a peaked cap in the corner of the back row of the theater, so she took off her restraints and walked over.

"How is it? Is the waist okay?" Hou Zeqi saw that he was walking towards him profusely, and immediately gave up the seat on the farthest side and dragged him to him and asked.

"En," Yang Yue responded lightly.

It was the beginning of May, and the weather was getting hotter. He simply took off his sweat-soaked shirt to reveal his thin and sharp muscles. At the same time, he raised his chin and signaled, "Help me put on the corset, button the innermost row."

After speaking, he picked up the milk tea at hand, shook it and tied it, and Hou Zeqi picked up the waistband to do so.

Only two months of rehearsals have reduced his body fat percentage even lower. When he raises his arms, the two ribs exposed are not even the serratus anterior, but the bony ribs. Looking at his already slender waist from the side At this time, the thread was as thin as a Gurkha saber out of its sheath, showing its sharpness.

But if you look closely, the cold white skin is covered with scattered bruises, bruises, and strangle marks, even under such dim light, it looks very shocking.

When Hou Zeqi saw it, his heart felt as if he was stabbed hard by a hot steel needle, and his heart throbbed in pain.

He sighed softly, and his thick and handsome eyebrows twisted up in the dark where he couldn't see clearly: "Ancestor, can you take care of your body a little bit? Look at your body, which is bruised and purple. I thought I often abused you domestically."

Yang Yue bit the straw and laughed lightly: "You've been abusing me domestically, so you don't usually spank my ass?"

The waistband was fully buttoned, Hou Zeqi coveted his thin and thin waist, and hugged him for someone to sit beside him.

Said: "How can I? Didn't I see you working so hard recently, haven't I tormented you for a long time?"

"What? Are you holding back?" Yang Yue glanced under him, and laughed at him undisguisedly: "You are quite aggrieved by what you said."

"Isn't it?" Hou Zeqi leaned close to his ear, pecked lightly on his cheek like a dragonfly, and said in a very vile voice: "I'm almost suffocating. When the premiere is over, I have to ask you to give it a good job." I'm coming back!"

Yang Yue pushed him away, tilted her leg towards his thigh rather horizontally, and ordered: "Leg."

Hou Zeqi understood, pinched his calf muscles and kneaded them gently.

The muscles that had just finished exercising were still tense and sore, and after such a massage, they instantly relaxed a lot. Occasionally, Yang Yue gasped when he touched the wound.

Say, "Hiss, take it easy."

Only then did Hou Zeqi realize that there must have been a lot of bruises on his legs, and he asked with a wry smile, "Is it really worth it if you insist on hurting yourself in the end?"

The light in the theater was very dark, only the top light and face light were turned on on the stage. Yang Yue sat in a dark corner, looking at the resting dancers on the stage, drinking water, chatting, sitting on the floor, and messy hair. But still shrunk aside and recalled the actions...everyone's every move was so real and so familiar, he looked at them, the light spots gathered in his eyes were full of joy, shining like stars.

"There is nothing worth it. Dancing is an integral part of my life. Without it, I don't know how I would have survived my fucking childhood. Rather than insisting on it, it is better to say his love for it, It has long been transformed into a kind of loyalty."

He suddenly thought of something, sighed with a smile, lowered his thick eyelashes, and the light flowing in front of the stage coated his delicate side face with a light cold blue, which instantly endowed him with a magical power that could make others calm down and listen .

"Hal told us before that people who work hard are not fools, and he is not blindly enduring hardships. He must have seen value, hope, and the light of his own life in the process of enduring hardships, so he will persist. , will go all out.”

Time seemed to start to flow backwards suddenly, dragging his memory back to the large and old practice hall, a beam of faint sunlight was projected on the mottled floor through the tall glass windows, and the moment the tree shadows outside the window swayed, that moment The light suddenly brightened, and the floating dust flowing quietly in the air seemed to be alive, flying towards the place where the light came from without hesitation...

His young self was deeply attracted like that. From then on, he jumped in that glorious practice room for ten or fifteen years, and there will be another twenty or twenty-five years in the future, or even a whole life, a whole life...

As long as life lasts, love will never stop.

He turned his head, and there was a stream of light in his smiling almond pupils, just like the light that illuminated his childhood through the glass skylight, and hit Hou Zeqi's eyes——

"Brother, turning what you love into a career is a very happy thing, isn't it?"

Is that right?

Hou Zeqi looked into his eyes, and suddenly remembered that when he first joined the FIH team, the coach who retired because of a hand injury but still stuck to his e-sports position said to everyone: "You are much luckier than others, because you put what you love It has become your own profession, this is what you should be grateful for..."

"Maybe," Hou Zeqi looked at his side face, and felt that such a mature and calm expression appeared on such a baby's face, which was indescribably cute and charming, so he laughed at him: "I didn't expect my family to be so smart." His ancestor was sometimes a stubborn little fool."

After 15 minutes, the director returned to the stage and summoned all the actors to take their positions.

Yang Yue stood up and untied the girdle around her waist, and threw it onto Hou Zeqi's lap with a snap, laughing and cursing.

"You know what a fart, it's not stupid to stick to what you love, it's stupid to give up."

The author says:

Seventh brother has been avoiding everything about the former FIH team, because the departure of his teammates and the withering of the team have always been a knot in his heart, but he helped his younger brother get rid of the shackles of childhood, and Yang Xiaoyue will use his own way later. Helping my brother out of the shadows, they can be regarded as two-way redemption in a certain sense, but it will take a long process afterwards, babies, don’t dislike me, I am really promoting the development of the plot very quickly, believe me!