dancing class

Chapter 9 The Finale

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Finally, would you like to go straight to Nanbin No. [-] High School? If yes, will you join the dance team of the high school and continue dancing? I will continue to be your loyal little fan.

Say hello to your mom too, for my mom's sake, she takes good care of me.

little chun

The lights in the auditorium dimmed.

In the backstage dressing room, Ding Yi changed into a white tutu skirt, and pinned several sparkling crystal beads on his hair.She took out a water-blue butterfly hairpin from her bag, and pinned it in front of the mirror.The hair ornament on her head became heavier, and she turned her neck, trying to adjust.

"Sister Ding, Ji Chun asked me to give it to you." A seventh grade team member handed over a note. She had just gone to the bathroom to change clothes, and happened to meet Ji Chun, who took out a stack of paper from her pocket. The neat paper, please hand it over to Ding Yi.The team members also admired Xiaochun at first, so they readily agreed.

Ding opened the paper and looked at it for a few seconds, then folded the paper up neatly. Her fingertips were a little white when holding the paper, but she still smiled softly at the team members: "Thank you."

"Please enjoy the dance "Picking Tea and Fluttering Butterflies", performed by Ding Yi, Tang Yi, etc."

Across the dark burgundy curtain, Ding Yi saw his mother and father sitting in the front row.It turned out that my father also flew back from abroad to attend the graduation ceremony, and he didn't give any notice in advance. Is this going to be a huge surprise?

The music gradually played, and Ding Yi quickly immersed himself in the dance.

The bubble machine on the stage was buzzing, and the white smoke was slowly rising, while the exquisitely carved small bubbles were hidden in it, reflecting colorful lights under the gorgeous lights.The girls in the green skirt dance neatly, like swaying saplings, and the girl in the white skirt is even more dazzling, like a smart butterfly.

When the music became passionate, Ding Yi spun.A high kick is connected to the vertical fork, as if a butterfly suddenly soars into the sky, and then falls heavily to the ground, which is thrilling.She felt a sharp pain in her knee under the white socks, and fluid seeped out and was absorbed by the gauze wrapped tightly around her knee.

It's like a butterfly's wings are broken, and the dream of flying into the blue sky is torn apart.

Accompanied by the final appearance of the stars, the curtain slowly closed amidst the roaring applause.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of Ding Yi's eyes.

Goodbye, my junior high school.

Chapter 9 Final Chapter

Ding Yi is going abroad to study high school, and the news spreads quickly in the school.

Since the note last time, Xiaochun has never been in touch with Ding Yi again.Finally, when there was some news about Ding Yi, Ding Yi had almost boarded the plane to Singapore.

Reporting the end of the performance that day, Ding Yi changed into his school uniform with thick stage makeup, and couldn't help running towards his parents.Mama Ding gave her a thumbs up from a long distance, and mouthed: perfect girl!

The father stuffed the graduation certificate into his daughter's hand: "Come on, let's take a photo with our family."

"okay."

Ding Yi stood between his parents, smiling like a flower.The family hadn't been together for a long time. Taking advantage of Ding Yi's graduation, the three of them happily celebrated this important moment.

"Dad, I've thought about it for a few days." Ding put his graduation certificate into his bag, and suddenly announced to his parents solemnly, "Instead of taking the foreign college entrance examination after three years in our school, it's better to study in Singapore directly."

The news came very suddenly. Ding Yi's previous attitude was to finish high school before studying abroad for undergraduate studies. This was discussed a long time ago.Ding Yi's father was stunned for a moment, and then he realized: "Of course there is no problem, but your attitude has changed too quickly."

"I'm sorry," Ding Yi patted his head, "I also made a decision recently."

"As long as you think it through clearly, mom and dad won't object," Ding Yi's mother clapped Ding Yi's back encouragingly, "Bad girl, tell me earlier."

Ding Yi still feels a little bit reluctant to bid farewell to the small town of more than 5000 days and nights where he has lived for more than ten years.On the last day of her departure, she bid farewell to her relatives, friends, and teachers one by one. During the lunch break, she stopped in Class [-], Grade [-], where Xiaochun was, but did not step in.

She turned around and went to the commissary to buy a beautiful envelope.A few days ago, she asked her mother to contact Yuechun.Yuechun was very excited when she got in touch with a friend from her youth, and quickly left her phone number and address for Ding Yi's mother.Ding Yi copied it down without his mother reminding him.

We were all bad girls once.

When we were young, we had sincere friendship, but also jealousy, misunderstanding and suspicion; when we were young, we made mistakes, sometimes innocent and innocent, sometimes full of thoughts.

However, no matter whether the decisions we make are right or wrong, reasonable or absurd, in retrospect ten or twenty years later, they are just jokes used for entertainment after dinner.We don't care about telling stories that are closely related to ourselves, as if the matter has nothing to do with ourselves, but only we understand the real joy, pain, remorse, and helplessness at that time, which are vivid in our eyes and will last forever.

The final exam of Nanbin No. [-] Middle School ended at the end of June. Xiaochun returned home relieved, but saw a corner of the letter in the milk cabinet in front of the house.The envelope was light blue, with elegant and unfamiliar handwriting.

Open the envelope, unfold the letter paper, and sign it with Ding Yi.

Midsummer has begun.