Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Some of the students took the lead to ask about the song. Peter was surprised to speak easily. Seeing Miss Pan De also agreed, he immediately changed the playlist. The two stood in a corner each, and everyone stood on the wall. There were very few seats, which made me embarrassed.

Weng Kexin came over and sat down with me, drank some water, and patted her calf: "Look carefully, one less time."

They drink water in small sips, which are consistent with the habits of professional bodybuilders. I don't know if they are particular about it.

"Why?" I was stunned. "Is Peter going somewhere else?"

Weng Kexin shook his head: "The dancer's life is limited."

Everyone was quiet.

The prelude was still blank, Miss Pan De suddenly rushed to the center of the classroom, and when she moved, the light followed. This is clearly not a stage, the lighting is scattered all over the ceiling, but there is undoubtedly a dark audience around her, her figure is the figure of dancing, she stepped on the rhythm, talking about the music-at this time finally had a tune.

I can see clearly: it was not light that was in place before, but the shadow of light, her dancing partner.

Two people do not need to communicate beforehand.

The song originally had a relaxed and discernible rhythm, but the dance didn't fall into place, changing everything invisibly, as if it should be. Fast, every action changes extremely fast, the enthusiasm erupts in an instant, and it becomes a spark. The dense and fast dance steps are piled up and accumulated from offensive and defensive before and after, and then immediately achieve gorgeous beauty.

Following my shortness of breath, fast, too fast, the dynamic beauty cannot be captured, I force each moment to stretch and expand, and then suddenly contract. There is a magnificent view in front of me, but I am also greedy for eternity.

She makes me strange, makes me intoxicated, makes me follow.

The true meaning of dancing has been blurred, and the spirit that burst out in the air resembles Miss Pan De's spirit and Miss Pan De's bones.

She is not alone.

Peter captures her every whim and echoes her slight improvisation. The space is so wide, but this one inch is as if it restricts them, and now they are all in their field. As if the aura of words has been condensed in the air, confrontation and fighting are only at the peak of the beat.

They separated.

Since the beginning of the dance, Peter's KGB-like face has completely disappeared, replaced by a smile forced by a certain muscle. Their dance is so eye-catching. Although I noticed the huge difference for the first time, I didn't feel funny. The dancer's expression unconsciously echoes the dance and changes with the dance, and Peter's smile has been in his eyes. The two danced solo separately, and when he rushed to us, he shocked my soul at a certain moment.

Latin dance is the interaction of emotions, which is true.

The master of the words walked around to us. This does not seem to be a regular arrangement, and the dancers who watched it carefully were slightly surprised. She didn't stay too much, just approached me very quickly, and immediately went away, returning to her center.

But I can't breathe at all.

I don’t want my heart and soul to suffer one after another. Someone will frighten before and some will take it later...

Although that originally belonged to her.

The solo dancers gather, and the sound of the wind is the sound of the kinked arms in the air. The confrontation also stopped temporarily, and the light and shadow melted into the embryonic form of the lamp. In the dry and dead wasteland, what is burning is the lamp of the night, and people and horses sleep close to each other. The cattle in the distance fell into a deep sleep, quietly spreading out, only the frayed lanyard hung around the traveler's waist.

I woke up like a dream, and followed the audience applauded vigorously.

They followed and danced another song, it was Rumba. The choreography has to be... much more lingering infatuation, and the beauty just now is enough to stay in my mind for a lifetime. At this moment, I have no other thoughts, just burning with jealousy.

Peter and Miss Pande did cooperate very well, and I believed that they were soul mates. I don't want to watch it when I think of it, it's not that I'm stingy, it's—yes—

I'm stingy.

But the dance itself is really beautiful. I followed them uncontrollably, the charm of Latin dance lies in this. For some classical dances, background knowledge is required for appreciation, and the beauty is sometimes reflected in the technical details. There is still a little threshold to indulge in it.

Latin dance is dizzying.

Miss Pande changed clothes, but Peter was still wearing a T-shirt that he couldn't see the original color. The crowd scattered, and I asked in a low voice, "Is this a common situation for you? Wearing completely sweaty clothes?"

"Oh, yes!" Weng Kexin laughed, "If you change it as soon as you get wet, you may have to use a washing machine twice a day to finish dancing. Sonia is going to change clothes with skirts and wait. We will have to practice other things later. We have higher requirements for body control and sweating is unavoidable. However, sweating just now will generally not be particularly smelly, depending on the individual."

This is really difficult to answer. My brain hasn't returned to work, so I thought about it and said, "You often practice for a long time?"

"This is a common situation for professional dancers. They practice for eight hours a day and go home at night to do flexibility training. It should be similar to working in an office." Weng Kexin talked about these in a casual tone, "Of course I will take a break in the middle. .Dancing to music is the happiest time, because it means that every detail has been corrected."

I felt thirsty for no reason, unscrew the water bottle and said, "Is it the same intensity as before?"

She nodded: "Cowboy dancing is my weakness, so we define it as the first thing every morning."

I squinted my eyes, the practice process followed her? Teachers dote on students so much.

"What do you think of the first dance just now?" Weng Kexin asked me, "I mean the choreography part."

"Uh, I'm a complete layman," I thought for a moment, "but it's really refreshing."

She seemed to be thinking about something: "We are learning this dance. My partner is in Malay, he has learned almost, but he hasn't had a chance to practice together... Peter suggested that we change the dance, I don't want it. I like this dance, and it was edited by Old Pan De. I really hope that the immigration quarantine can be cancelled soon..."

"Old Pande?" I grasped the key message.

"It's Veronica Pander, Sonya's mother. Her name was Veronica Sadr before she got married. I have all of her game videos." Weng Kexin said a lot about Miss Pender's mother. Thing, "Peter and Sunny were also choreographed by Old Pan De, do you want a video?"

I nodded and said, "Is it a great game?"

She seemed to realize that I didn't know anything about it. After a pause, she said, "It's the first-tier match, the amateur group. Unfortunately, there were two big mistakes. They didn't pass the second round."

I nodded slowly, and then asked: "What's the first echelon?"

She was also in the mist for a long time, and pointed to the ground: "The first echelon of the earth?"

"Okay." I digested silently, "Will chatting with me delay your practice?"

"Not at all! I'm doing unconscious imagination exercises." She said a term that I understand every word but still don't understand what it means when combined. I even suspect that she made it up for laziness." By the way! Where did we talk just now?"

I thought for a while: "Sonia's foot hurt."

She and I said at the same time: "I was very young then."

The huge difference in narrative angles did not make Weng Kexin feel embarrassed at all. She immediately said: "Anyway, I was very young, and Sonya was not in Singapore at the time, so she had no way of knowing the specific situation. She just changed her new partner. I didn’t even know that I had sprained my ankle because of excessive practice. It was only when the test results came out that she remembered that she had heard a squeak."

I frowned tightly.

"Then I found her right leg Achilles tendon..." Weng Kexin made a breaking motion, "Peter was very depressed during the period before and after the operation. You know, people are easy to blame themselves too much. But Sonia is The strongest woman I know has basically completed rehabilitation in half a year. People who have not experienced that kind of pain are hard to imagine."

I was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "Thank you for telling me, Ke Xin."

Weng Kexin shrugged: "I was thinking that you must also be a very strong woman, explicit or implicit. Don't let us down, okay?"

"Okay." I looked into her eyes. "It sounds like this accident is not as far away as I thought. Is it 13 years from now?"

"It's 13 years." Weng Kexin said, "Peter just came to Singapore, and the studio was a mess. I really don't know why my teacher suggested that I switch to him... I think it might be fate."

When she finished speaking the last word, she stood up silently.

Fate greeted her.

I didn't dare to drag Weng Kexin to chat again, burying my head in the news, I just wanted to create an illusion of working in front of Peter. Recently, the three of them are very busy and practice intensively. In the end, I was watching from afar, and in the end I inevitably added a class.

The practice ended on time at five o'clock in the afternoon. Miss Pan De is still full of energy, and the other two people are slightly tired, feeling that they are reluctant to speak. Peter is okay. The contrast between Weng Kexin and Weng Kexin is too great. My impression of her was upside down three times in one day.

I was basically done with the things I was doing, and I watched Miss Pan De stretch. Changing her high heels, she only kicked her legs twice at first. I haven't reacted yet, and in the blink of an eye, my calf is parallel to her face.

Little scenes, Li Yao, don't make a fuss.

Isn't it one hundred and eighty degrees? This is normal and normal.

But I didn't hold back, and took a breath: "How did you do it? Why did you go up suddenly?"

I see others slowly suppressing the splits. Maybe kicking is different from that?

Miss Pan De looked at me with a calm expression, put her feet down, and kicked them up again.

She laughed.

I must have exposed my surprise invisibly.

"It's okay." Miss Pan De moved her shoulder joints, "Practice every day, so can you."

I am still a little worried: "Doesn't it hurt?"

"To you or to me?"

"to you."

Miss Pan De smiled and shook her head, and suddenly said: "Are you free now?"

"Uh." I paused, "I can't practice with you."

She laughed blankly: "It's not mandatory. I just want you to help me take the fascia gun in the staff lounge. Is that okay? I want to stretch a little longer."

After speaking, she winked at me.

of course! I rushed out immediately.

When they came back, they just saw them press their legs, their postures were surprisingly consistent, with both feet hanging on a high and one low stool, one hand resting on the leg, and the other playing with a mobile phone.

I am not saying that people cannot play with their phones while stretching.

——It's just that, until a few seconds ago, I always thought that the 180 degree split was the limit of the human body.

The legs of the three of them are in reverse arches. Miss Pande has the shallowest arc, which makes my leg hurt; Peter is like a hook, which makes me feel that his leg has broken himself; As for Weng Kexin, who is the most flexible...

I quietly compared it.

Are her legs pressed to two hundred and fifty degrees?

Little scene, Li Yao, little scene. Don't make a fuss.