Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Miss Pan De is the latest to end.

Weng Kexin has already gone to take a bath, but Peter has been waiting for her. Abruptly, we met again. I shook the fascia gun awkwardly: "Do you want to use it first?"

"I don't need it." He came over, "Do you know anything about sports medicine?"

His plain tone seemed to ask me if I could speak English.

"It's beyond the scope of my knowledge." I confessed, "but I am always willing to move into new areas."

"I know some introductory books, you can read them with kindle." Peter said, "I will let Sonia push my business card to you in a while. I will be home in 25 minutes to half an hour after we separate. , You should be able to receive it at that time."

So precise. I was a little puzzled in my heart, but still agreed and responded enthusiastically: "Thank you! This helped me. It always takes a lot of time to find a good introductory book."

"It's okay." Peter nodded. He really didn't smile at all when he spoke, and after a day of adaptation, I was still stunned from time to time.

Suddenly, he said: "Maybe you want to use a fascia gun to help her relax her muscles later."

"Uh," I looked at Miss Pande, "Of course. But I have never used a fascia gun, and to be honest, my biological knowledge is not enough to support me to distinguish the direction of the main muscle groups of the human body."

He walked over a little bit: "I can teach. I'm sorry, can you see clearly in this position?" He touched his nose, "I have a smell."

I laughed: "Don't see me like that, Peter. It's okay."

He was really hot, but he could barely notice the smell of sweat. It was some kind of sports perfume he used, which held the fragrance very well, and there was still a lingering fragrance at the moment. Such a shy person, really rare among men of this age.

Peter nodded and approached me for a short distance. He stretched his arm away and put his right hand under his collarbone and said, "This is the upper pectoral muscle. The direction of the muscle is like this. It's a bit like angel wings."

He explained a few more positions, especially when it comes to the back muscles, the whole back is stretched, and obvious muscle lines can be seen through the T-shirt. I listened very carefully. At the end, when talking about the calf muscles, Peter emphasized: "There is a flat muscle deep in the gastrocnemius, avoiding the knee by about five centimeters, and pressing it from top to bottom for one to two minutes. Until Sonia calls to stop. The upper part of the ankle should not move. The Achilles tendon needs to be massaged with your hands."

"Okay." I listened carefully. He said in great detail that he must be helping Miss Pande to relax the muscles after dancing every week.

Peter pulled out a yoga mat from a few low cabinets with cushions, and said, "The massage technique may take more time to learn. You can help her press it every day. I'm thinking, maybe you can. What kind of rehabilitation practitioner specializes in sports rehabilitation?"

Um?

That silly feeling came back. I was about to give him something to express my gratitude. Miss Pande suddenly came over: "Peter?"

She glanced at me, bit her lip, and looked at Peter: "Stop talking."

Peter himself looked more confused than I was. While handing the yoga mat to Miss Pande, he asked, "Why? Well, am I too enthusiastic?"

enthusiasm?

KGB-style passion?

However, to my surprise, Miss Pan De nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Peter tilted his head like a small animal.

Miss Pan De turned a blind eye and slapped him on the arm: "We are not there yet. Go take a shower."

I stood aside, opened my mouth, and finally said nothing. Peter was expressionless, and when he passed by me, he turned his back to Miss Pande and gave me a thumbs up.

It seems that my judgment is correct. At least in the minds of the three of us, Miss Pande is not the one who would introduce ordinary dates to friends.

Both Peter and Weng Kexin should regard me as a girlfriend who has been living together.

We haven't talked about long-term and stable romantic relationships. I don't know what she has any expectations for the future, whether she has come out with her family-when it comes to family, this is another huge mystery, and I don't know how to introduce myself to the situation.

Miss Pan De was obviously embarrassed, she just lay down in silence for a long time before she said: "Did my friends make you uncomfortable?"

"Not at all!" I said immediately, "Peter is cool. But Xin and the others are also very friendly."

"Um... I will have a good talk with Peter later. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." I was calm, motioned her to turn around and arched her back, "Ke Xin is really young. Will those who came from the next classroom visit us for dinner today? How old are they? "

"Almost all 22 years old, the oldest is 27 years old this year. Peter and I—oh." She laughed softly, "You are the oldest person today."

"I'm very young." I said stubbornly.

"I agree." She patted her left shoulder and told me to move up a bit, "Life starts at forty years old. Unfortunately, this is not the case for dancing. The deeper you understand dance, the more you control your body. The better, the bell at the end will be louder and louder. Sometimes I even feel that I should quit my current job and skip a few more years wholeheartedly. The only problem is that this workshop can't support me."

I laughed at her, and after a while, slowly said: "I heard Kexin say that your foot injury is very serious? You said it too plain before."

"Nothing. I can still dance." She looked at me for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Ke Xin is too gossip, I will tell you everything."

I lowered my head and laughed. She is only wearing a vest at the moment, and while I help her relax her muscles, I can't help but indulge in her. These lines are all carved with hard work and painstaking effort. There is softness in the rigidity, showing strength, but leaving beauty. It is hard to imagine that in the same space, she can be so dazzling and seize the splendid moments, yet she just stays on the ground for a long time, practicing and stretching repeatedly, never getting bored.

Between heaven and earth, I don't know which one she loves.

"Your dance is really beautiful." I said, "your body is too."

Miss Pan De curled up one leg and looked at me with a smile: "Did you secretly drink honey just now?"

"I don't need honey."

The place to eat is nearby, and the location is very private. After entering, you will see a long table with a little decoration. The dining chairs are placed neatly and symmetrically, and there are countless photos of Miss Pande dancing on the wall, from childhood to youth.

Weng Kexin opened a small firework: "Surprise!"

Miss Pan De covered half of her face with the back of her hand: "Why did you turn over all the photos of me when I was a kid?"

Peter shrugged: "I asked Veronica for it. She also thought it was a good idea."

"Her judgment is wrong." Miss Pan De sat down and held her forehead, "I don't want to shoot—"

"Let's take pictures together in front of the photo wall later?" Weng Kexin is singing the opposite. "Then we will post this year's photos until next year."

"Do not."

"you will like it."

"No." Miss Pan De covered her face and smiled, her voice a little higher than usual, "This is too embarrassing. Yao hasn't seen me when I was a kid."

I cleared my throat: "I can swear not to look."

"You saw it just now!"

"Maybe I can work hard." I took a breath. "Do you know that people can actually delete their own memories under certain conditions?"

"Sounds like science fiction." A girl answered.

This shop is a private restaurant, mainly Southeast Asian local dishes. Miss Pan De officially introduced me before the appetizers came, but during the day I basically talked to everyone. Only one friend was a professional dancer and came over from other places during the meal, so I remember it easily.

Peter said a toast, and now dine-in is not allowed to sell alcohol, we clink glasses and drink sparkling water. In the corner, there is a food-preparing trolley, which is not in use at the moment, it is full of Miss Pan De's birthday presents.

Most of the gifts were thoughtful and simple. Even the things Peter gave were not expensive. They were a pair of flesh-colored Latin dance shoes. Dance shoes are all consumables. It will not last long. Ms. Pan De also specially showed me the soles. They are leather soles, which are a bit fluffy, like suede. It is said to enhance the grip.

I don't feel very confident about the gifts I haven't given yet.

Does she dislike it?

In the beginning, everyone talked mostly about trivial matters of life. I basically didn't interrupt, and Miss Pan De seldom said it, just laughed all the time. She really loves to laugh, is it because she is so happy today? Except for two people alone, Miss Pan De rarely has such a vivid expression at work.

After a while, they talked about dancing again. One of them complained to Peter that the leveling of one classroom was not very good, as if something went wrong with the floor. Weng Kexin immediately began to suffer, saying that the venue of a certain competition was caused by poor lighting and slippery feet. Several people giggled, and the professional dancers who came later also said a lot. They seemed Participated in the same competition.

I asked Miss Pan De quietly: "What competition are they talking about?"

"It was the Open held in Singapore last year." She moved a little closer to me. "The one on the left is the strongest Asian active man in standard dance-he claims to be, but I am willing to endorse him."

I nodded. Now that I have nothing to surprise, I humbly asked for advice: "Is the Open a local game?"

"No, it's the WDSF Open. That one was mainly Asian. The first two players are from Vietnam, and the basic skills are very solid."

I said: "Your friends are all first-class dancers?"

"Yes."

"I think your mother is also a top dancer? Well-known ones all over the world?"

"In the circle," Miss Pande blinked, "Yes."

"What about you?" I looked over.

Miss Pan De looked at me with interest for a few seconds. She continued to look at the person who was talking, and slowly said, "I did several complete dances today. How do you feel?"

"Expanded my world. I never thought that a dance could have such a strong vitality." I was very serious when evaluating it, "but I still want to hear you."

"Okay." Miss Pande looked at her friends, "I am strong."