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When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, a group of people set off for the north again.
Spent a winter in Jinan Prefecture, and the journey to the capital seems to be a few years ago. The few girls who used to yearn for the world outside were also lazy and yawned in the car.
? Spring in the north is still cold and cold even in April, and the clothes you wear in the morning and evening can really span the changes of the four seasons.
Wen Qian started to make plans for the future of You Yue and Ling Ge at this time. Now she will marry a chicken and follow a chicken. She will not return to Yangzhou in a short time. If the two of them want to stay in Yunshao Mansion, they must have There is a decent craft.
Ling is good at singing and dancing, and You Yue is good at singing, but both of them are of cardamom age, and their experience is really pitiful.
So when she was free along the way, Wen Qian picked up the dusty musical instruments again, and urged them to practice hard every day.
People who have been engaged in a certain industry for a long time have some habits that are deeply ingrained. After guiding You Yue and the other for a period of time, Wen Qian always feels inexplicably itchy.
? Her leg injury seems to be healed in sevens and eighties. Except for the scars that have not disappeared, there is no problem with her normal walking. It seems that it will not matter if she jumps a little bit. Maybe it will not be difficult for her to dance again.
It's been like this for several days. On this day, while the carriage stopped to rest, Wen Qian dug out the silver bell bracelet that had been useless for a long time, and took Lingge to the depths of the woods.
The midday sun was warm, she lifted the corner of the long skirt, and started her posture very slowly. As the bell rang, her toes gently drew a circle on the grass.
As soon as he lifted his foot, Wen Qian felt an obsolete and obscure atmosphere in the muscles and bones that had not been moved for a long time, as if every posture was more difficult than expected.
The one she chose was the first dance she learned when she first joined the theater troupe.
The rhythm is slow enough, slow enough, and simple enough.
But she seems to have to go slower, more slowly, in order to jump out all the movements half-perfectly.
After the first dance, Wen Qian sat alone in the forest without saying a word.
Lingge stood beside her, carefully stirring the hem of her clothes, and glanced at her from the corner of her eye from time to time, looking quite at a loss.
She was still young, and she didn't know what to say in this situation so as not to hurt her backfired, so she could only choose to remain silent without saying a word.
The legs and feet can't work hard, and the balance and coordination of the limbs can't be achieved.
The doctor is right.
Maybe I really can't dance anymore.
Wen Qian thought so.
She left home when she was around ten years old, and wandered around the world with her two and a half-year-old boys. She became the backbone of this three-person team very early on, so she has always been strong and dared not to fall down easily. Even if she joined the music workshop later, after Sanniang left, she was the one who took the lead alone. The burden on her shoulders has been heavy for ten years, and she has never let go.
Ever since she came into contact with the rhythm, Wen Qian has become accustomed to venting all her emotions on dance and musical instruments.
Although the piano music is melodious and beautiful, she prefers the feeling of dancing. She can calm down, calm down, and return to the basics. After one session, her temper seems to be much milder.
But right now, she found that her body could no longer be as light as before, and she suddenly felt a little sad.
"Don't tell Master Yang about this for the time being."
Wen Qian finished telling Xiao Lingge, and returned to the carriage as usual as if nothing had happened.
She has no one to confide in, nor does she plan to confide in anyone, as if she is a bit stubborn and a bit idle, practicing this dance day after day.
? If you use the way of Jianghu to describe it, Wen Qian now looks like a martial arts master of the previous generation who has lost all his martial arts. Although he can still remember all the moves, he has no internal support, and his palms are weak.
?Because it was choreographed for beginners, this dance is as simple as a nursery rhyme that can be seen everywhere on the street. But her current body couldn't bear too high difficulty movements, so she simply didn't change again.
I don't know why, but during these dark days, Wen Qian felt as if she had returned to a trance ten years ago.
Those dance steps that lack change are like a calm ocean, gently accommodating all her depression.
Unknowingly, I remembered many things.
I think of the scene when I first learned to dance, the appearance when I first appeared on stage, the applause and noise of the whole house, and the brilliant lights of the band that lasted all night.
She is not a person who likes to recall the past, but this is the time she stood still and looked back the most.
In the forest, Wen Qian uses silver bells to outline the dancingHe signaled to the postman, "Listen to her."
"Yes." The latter bent down and made a bow, "If the second young master has other orders, call the younger one at any time, and the younger one will wait outside the door."
"Understood." He waved his hands impatiently, and the postman knew that he was talking, so he immediately shut up and gave way to Wen Qian with a wink.
Seeing this man retreating swiftly, she raised her eyebrows, and while she closed the door and went in, she put her hands behind her back and teased, "Second Young Master, why are you so unhappy? Is the food not to your taste, or is the bed too hard?" Sleeping comfortably? Do you need a villain to share your worries?"
Yang Jin couldn't help smiling: "I'm finedoes your leg still hurt today? If it hurts, I'll give you a massage."
Wen Qian poured a cup of tea on the table, and pretended to be terrified when he heard the sound: "How dare you, the second young master's hands are all inlaid with gold, how can a villain bear it?"
He was funny and helpless: "What are you doing, you suddenly called me Second Young Master?"
She took a sip of tea, tilted her head and gave him a provocative smile: "I'm not mistaken, aren't you the Second Young Master?"
Yang Jin leaned against the window, "Even if it's the first time you know today? Why haven't you been so disciplined before?"
"In the past, it was a little girl who didn't know Taishan with her eyes. If she offended, I hope that the second young master will not remember the villain's mistakes." Wen Qian raised her hand and clasped her fist.
Yang Jin looked at her with a smile on his arms, "Okay, you can call her whatever you like, Second Young Madam."
The stars twinkled in Wen Qian's eyes, he put down his cup and walked over, Yang Jin reached out his hand to wrap her waist and gently hugged her in front of her when she approached.
The house has not yet been lit, and the sky is getting dark, but it is not difficult to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly at a distance.
"I'm going home tomorrow." Yang Jin caressed Wen Qian's cheek, looked up and down, felt satisfied with everything, couldn't help but lowered his head, and said softly, "Remember to dress nicely."
She raised her arm and hooked it behind his neck, vowing, "Don't worry, I promise to fascinate your father!"
"" Yang Jin hurriedly lifted her waist up, and said anxiously, "It can't be like this!"
Wen Qian leaned on his arms and smiled: "You believe it, just kidding you." She patted his chest to reassure him, "Why is your heart beating so fast? Take it easy, it's not you who saw your in-laws .¡±
"I'm not nervous, I'm just"
Yang Jin sighed hesitantly.
Compared with him, Wen Qian seemed particularly relaxed, "What are you afraid of? You don't feel at ease if I step in? No matter what, it's just a trick. I really can't handle it. At worst, we will elope."
He also felt happy for a while after hearing the solution to the broken jar, and nodded with a smile, "Okay."
Having tossed and turned all night, but no matter how worried Yang Jin was, the sun still rose as usual the next day.
The long street in the imperial city is straight and spacious, full of flowers and fragrant flowers, and the four characters of "Taiping and Prosperity" can be seen as far as the eye can see.
?The mansion of the Yang family, which has been away for nearly a year, seems to be the same as when he left. The stone lions are still the two stone lions, and the gilded plaque is still shiny and brand new. A young servant who had been waiting for a long time came to greet him in front of the door.
Yang Jin led Wen Qian out of the car, explained the luggage and horses, and then went straight in.
"Second young master."
He walked in a bit of a hurry, and the steward who heard the news almost had to trot to keep up with him, "The wing room has been packed according to your instructions, and the best orthopedic doctor in the capital has also greeted me. But madam wants You go first, you see"
He walked and asked, "Where is my mother?"
"In the main hall."
Before Wen Qian could take a closer look, he raised his eyes and saw the woman in the upper seat in the hall.
She seemed to be in her early forties, sitting dignified and serious, but for some reason, there was always a trace of youthful beauty in her late face.
This was the first time Wen Qian saw Yang Jin's mother, and then he realized who the childish and delicate face on his face resembled.
Yang Jin lifted his robe and knelt on one knee, "Mother."
Seeing her staring at him without turning her eyes, Wen Qian lowered her eyes leisurely, folded her hands, and bowed her knees in a salute.
Before Mrs. Yang could speak, Yang Jin got up on his own, held Wen Qian's hand tightly under his sleeve, pursed his lower lip and said, "She is Wen Qian, the girl I mentioned in the letter." Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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