[Ballet Elite] Rondo of Dreams

?I want to go see mom...

Mother……

Even in this life, I have memories of my previous life, but my impression of my mother is still very vague.My mother passed away when I was three years old, and when I was three years old, I didn't remember much, and the memory of my previous life only slowly recovered after I was three years old.

Mommy mommy……

When we came to the bottom of the mountain, it was already very late. Walking along the path, the lights of the temple were miraculously still on.

"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you so late!" I often come to visit, and I am quite familiar with the monks here.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, besides you, there is another distinguished guest tonight. Come in, it's cold outside!"

Anyone else?

I walked into the house and was just taken aback.

Sijay Raftowski? !

"Masumi, why are you here in the middle of the night, come and sit down, it's very cold outside." Mr. Lavtovsky was also taken aback when he saw me.

"Thank you." My voice was like a mosquito, and suddenly, I didn't know how to face him.

He...is the father of the person I like, but also the person who fell in love with my mother.

I'm not trying to blame the relationship between him and his mom, I've known it since the legend of dancing love.The love that can be given to others, the love that can be easily abandoned because of foreign objects, is not true love!But, at this moment, I can't face him...

"Masumi, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Some familiar voices rang in my ears. I raised my head, with tears in my eyes, as if I saw another face...

"Teacher..." I couldn't help but call out.

"Teacher? The teacher you call is..." Lavtovsky was taken aback, and then suddenly realized, he touched his face, "Is it really that similar?"

I am speechless...

"What happened to you and him?"

I turned my head away, trembling slightly.

Lavtovsky frowned, and then suddenly came to his senses, "You, the person you like, don't you!"

It seems that he has found out!

I finally know why I feel familiar when I see photos of him when he was young.Because, so similar to the teacher, why can't you see the person you like? !

"I really didn't expect!" Lavtovsky covered his eyes, "You would like him! When I was dancing the legend of love, I was thinking, who do you really like? Such deep feelings, unexpectedly, unexpectedly It will be him!"

"Yes, I like him!" Now, I don't want to hide anything anymore, I wiped away my tears, "But, what's the use of liking? What's the use of liking! He's fine with whoever he is, no matter how strange his life experience is. It doesn't matter. But why is he not someone else, he is your son, your son... woo woo woo..."

Although I can't imagine the days without my father, I can guess a little bit.

Countless hardships, countless sufferings... and the mother who raised him... I heard before that Teacher Serkeyev's mother died when he was very young.

No father, no mother, and learning ballet in a place like the Soviet Union...

I can't imagine what kind of life the teacher lived before.

In Moscow, when going to the teacher's house.At that time, I didn't understand anything, I just thought stupidly, so the teacher's house is like this...

hehehehehe

All of those things are all obtained by himself, after paying countless hardships and hatred!

I can't imagine how much hatred and how much...

And I am the daughter of the woman who stole his father...

Masumi, who knows nothing, doesn't understand anything, loves to cry and act like a baby.When something happens, she will hug him and cry, asking him to comfort and help him!

He even dared to say that he likes her without shame, insisted on dancing together, insisted on getting a response...

How dare I, how dare...

Dad said, the longer I grow, the more I look like my mother. My mouth and eyes are very similar. Sometimes I look at her in a daze, just like seeing my mother.

And my age is the age when my mother met Mr. Lavtovsky and went to the Soviet Union together!

I just dare not think deeply about what kind of mood the teacher will feel when he sees my face.

Along the way, how many times he held my hand.However, I am still not satisfied, I want to get more from him, more attention, more care, more... love!

Teacher, what kind of mood did you use to face me and face my confession?

He hasn't said anything all this time... As long as he says a little bit, let alone say he likes him, I won't dare to see him again!

teacher... teacher...

sorry Sorry……

Covering my face, I cried out of control, as if all the tears of a lifetime flowed out of my body in such an instant...

I don't know how long I cried. I completely lost strength and could only lean against the wall and sob.Even I feel terrible, where does so much water come from in the human body...

"Drink some water. If you keep crying like this, you will become dehydrated." Mr. Lavtovsky, who had been silent all this time, handed over a cup of tea.

I took it silently, and after venting, the whole person seemed to be in a state of emptiness, terribly powerless.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect such a thing to happen." Mr. Lavtovsky took off his sunglasses and sighed softly.

I shook my head, what's the use of saying this now, "Yes, can you tell me? About my mother, and, you and Teacher Serkeyev's mother... what happened in the Soviet Union during those two years thing, can you tell me?"

"I should have told you a long time ago, but I don't know where to start. Let's start when we met. Your mother...she doesn't talk much, but it's not that she can't speak. When something happens, she I will definitely tell the other party what I mean clearly. She is so slender and slender, but her willpower is very strong. At that time, the ballet circle in the Soviet Union could not accept too advanced ideas like it is now. And I, with a The return of the foreign female partner irritated the old stubborn. We were rejected by the theater, and even our family and friends did not forgive us."

I sat up a little straighter and began to listen carefully...