[Ballet Elite] Rondo of Dreams

"You..." Aoi was stunned for a long time, and then suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahahahahaha..."

"Is it that funny?" I couldn't help but frowned, "You promised not to laugh!"

"I'm not laughing at you!" Aoi half-covered her face, the corner of her mouth was still smiling, "I'm laughing at me and Feixiang. We were both surprised when we saw you and Ren dance Sirofield. The two of us I thought that the two of you could adapt to each other’s idiosyncrasies and create something new. In the end, you felt a bit like dancing with Mr. Serkeyev... Hahahaha... No way, no way , My stomach hurts from laughing!"

what?

It turned out to be so!

Why for a moment, I also have some dumbfounding thoughts, what is this and what is it!

Aoi finally had enough of laughing, so she stopped smiling, "Masumi, do you really want to dance with Teacher Serkeyev so much?"

"Well, yes!" I folded my hands, "I really want to..."

"Then don't give up because of Liliana!" Aoi said with a rare stern expression, "I heard from Feixiang that Teacher Serkeyev is very concerned about you!"

"Fei Xiang, how could Fei Xiang say this, does he know something?" I exclaimed.

"Probably not yet," Aoi shook her head. "But he should have felt it. After all, he has always been by your side and the teacher, and he is very careful. That's why he told me this."

"What did he say?" Did something happen that I didn't know about?

"Last time you suddenly became stiff and unable to move your feet. Because of this matter, Mr. Serkeyev went to discuss it with the doctor. When you returned to Japan, he specifically told Feixiang to pay attention to your condition." Aoi repeated Feixiang. "Fei Xiang said: Mr. Serkeyev, he... puts all his energy on Masumi. Although I heard that there are many excellent Russian ballet dancers who are eager to be taught by him, it may be because none of them can impress him. Soul, that's why he dismissed it. Teacher, he always looks expressionless, rarely even smiles, and some people even say that he has a heart of stone..."

"Teacher didn't!" I retorted eagerly.

"Listen to me!" Aoi made a stop gesture, "but when he talked about you and your dance, his eyes were burning with enthusiasm! It was you who melted his heart of stone and burst into flames Your passion, it's you! Not Liliana!"

"I, I..." For a moment, there was nothing else except the hot eye sockets.

I never knew, the teacher, the teacher...

"So, come on!" Aoi patted my shoulder, "If it's you, maybe you can succeed!"

"Enen, thank you, Aoi." Thank you, thank you...

Not long after Aoi finished speaking, she flew to Morocco.And the time my uncle gave me to think about it for a week is coming soon.

After the competition, I didn't go to tell my mother my results of this competition. While my father was still in Tokyo, the two of us went there again.

Then the two of us met Sijay Raftowski again.

This time, I must ask clearly.

After thinking about the wording for a long time, I decided to start here, "Dad, do you know the person who greeted me just now? It's not because of my introduction to the grave last time."

Dad sighed, "Actually, I've wanted to tell you a long time ago. Now, maybe it's the best time."

After thinking about it, my father said, "Dad and your mother have known each other since we were very young. At that time, your mother had already started dancing ballet. After graduation, your mother was admitted to the ballet troupe, and my father was also in that dancer at that time." We have known each other before, and now we are working together again, and we have become good friends who can talk about everything. At that time, the ballet in Japan was not so developed, and our dance troupe even invited to the Soviet Union Moreover, the one invited was Sijay Raftovsky, a 22-year-old talented Soviet ballet dancer. At that time, the ballet company here selected the heroine to partner with him. The chosen one was Your mother, they also danced "Sirofield", just like you did in the final. Probably during the rehearsal, the two were attracted to each other and fell in love with each other. When the performance ended successfully , they are inseparable."

Dad stared into the distance, lost in memories, "Your mother loves him very much, even if everyone objects, even if she knows that he already has a fiancée, even if she knows that she will hurt others, she still follows him to Moscow without hesitation."

I covered my mouth suddenly, unable to speak, my mother...

"Unexpectedly, two years later, she came back again. No one knew what happened. When she came back, the passenger ship she was on was in a shipwreck. Although she was rescued smoothly, her health became very bad. After a long time She just got better, and she didn’t say a word about her experience in the Soviet Union until she died, and I dare not mention it! It’s just that sometimes, she would sit in the dark all night, maybe at that time, She's in a different world, dance with him."

"Dad, Dad..." I hugged Dad, tears streaming down my face.Why, why, so sad.Let my tears not stop.Such a tragic past, such a desperate thing...

"It's okay, it's okay!" Dad patted me on the back lightly, just like when I was a child.

I cried for a long time, until my eyes started to hurt, and I didn't stop crying.

After sweeping the tomb, because of school assignments, I took my classmates who came to visit specially, and went to the art gallery where my father was.

Dad carefully explained the paintings and sculptures to us. I don’t remember many of them. I only remember a sentence I saw on the wall of the art gallery: Love is the art of struggle!

After the visit, I had planned to go on an outing with my classmates, but who would have thought that the weather would be so bad that it would rain. Fortunately, my father had already gone back.

Fortunately, there is a rest place.

"Huh? It's you!" I pointed at the one who was already there, and shouted.

Unexpectedly, he also came to visit!

"Are you so surprised to see me?" Ren raised his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, yes, yes, I was surprised, but not surprise, but fear!

Not long after it rained, it stopped and I was able to go out again. I stood up happily and prepared to continue my outing.Then, just as soon as he moved, someone grabbed his wrist, "I have something to tell you!"

What, what?So serious.

"What's the matter?"

"About Sirofield, don't you want to hear about it?"

I was taken aback, and then I had to say hello to my classmates and let them go first.No way, I'm just crazy about ballet.