It is unknown whether this "childish" refers to the dancing movement or the original intention of this battle.

Anyway, Su Ying is a rich man, and her emotions are written on her face - she doesn't like Zhao Xiyin.

This afternoon seemed like a normal daily rehearsal, but the turbulent waves were surging and everyone could see it clearly. In the past, classmates had some old love points, but that was nothing. Now they went their separate ways and were competitors.

For school beauties like Zhao Xiyin and Lin Lang, gossip is even more colorful and fragrant.

Every day's rehearsal videos are about to pass on Dai Yun's purpose. Dai Yun is busy with many tasks and has more than just the dance fingers of this film and television industry. She is now a benchmark and authority in the circle, and she is almost perfect in both business and professionalism.

Dai Yunxin did not comment after watching today's video, but the smile on her face explained everything. Zhou Qishen sat next to her and asked indifferently: "Teacher Dai seems to be in a good mood?"

Dai Yunxin invited him to dinner. The Yunnan restaurant opened by his friend was light and healthy. The music in the store was fresh and pleasant. She handed the tablet and raised her eyebrows and said, "Look at it too. Although Xiaoxi was willing to come back to dance before, she always lacked a sense of energy. It's not that she danced badly, but it was indeed not good enough. But today, look at her unyielding eyes, her whole body was full of energy, so cool. This is my Dai Yunxin's apprentice."

Zhou Qishen was quiet and finished watching carefully.

After reading it, I was reluctant to move my eyes away.

Dai Yun said with satisfaction: "I have never seen such a girl?"

Zhou Qishen's expression was soft, "Yes, I've never seen it."

When he was chasing people, Zhao Xiyin was in her senior year and had been no longer dancing for more than two years. It was a life that Zhou Qishen had never participated in, and a treasure scenery that he had never seen before.

"You don't know her past, so you can't understand my high expectations for her." Dai Yunxin sighed, "She is a child who is very ideal for her dreams. Innocence and sincerity are her rare quality, but because of this, she is even more conceited when encountering setbacks. It took Xiao Zhao nearly six years to come out. Do you know what it means to dance artists in six years? The golden years are too precious and too willful."

Zhou Qishen narrowed his eyes, without any distraction, and said with a smile: "Teacher Dai, you are an artist and have knowledge of your words. I can understand it, but you don't have the profound enlightenment of yours. For me, no matter six or sixty years, Xiaoxi is willing to dance, it's never too late. If she doesn't want to dance, then she doesn't want to. What a big deal, don't force her too much."

Dai Yunxin was unhappy, "You are a man, how can you understand women's thoughts?"

Zhou Qishen said: "I have been her man, so I naturally understand the thoughts of loving others."

Dai Yunxin said unhappily: "Don't take advantage of Xiaoxi."

Zhou Qishen lowered his head, and his smile suddenly became bitter.

After dinner, he asked the driver to take Dai Yunxin home very gentlemanly, and then drove his white Land Rover to the east. Zhao Wenchun was very happy when he saw him coming to the house. The old man was very clear-headed and thoughtfully, "Are you here to find Xiaoxi? She is coming back soon, sit and wait, I'll cut some fruit for you."

Zhou Qishen is not polite, let him be busy. After so many years of love between father-in-law and son-in-law, he has long regarded Zhao Wenchun as a relative.

In less than ten minutes, Zhao Xiyin came back. She was not surprised when she saw Zhou Qishen. She had been back in Beijing for half a year and was still in a state of gloom and even more of her.

Zhou Qishen asked: "Are you busy?"

Zhao Xiyin didn't understand, so, "Hmm?"

"Teacher Zhao has something left at the academy. I'll send you to pick it up."

Zhao Wenchun came out of the kitchen and continued, "Ah, yes, a few lesson plans, Xiaoxi, please help your father get it back, please help Qishen as a driver."

Zhao Xiyin didn't think much about it, changed into a shoe and put it on again, "Okay, let's go."

Li Ran kept sending her WeChat messages, complaining about the strange customers she had met recently. Zhao Xiyin kept reading messages in the car, and the smile at the corner of her mouth had never dissipated. She was too focused and it was too late when she found that the road was wrong.

Zhou Qishen reversed into the garage, parked in front of the hospital outpatient clinic, and said, "Get out."

Zhao Xiyin was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Qishen walked around to the co-pilot, opened the door for her, then knocked on the edge of the door, and said seriously: "Eat people."

Zhao Xiyin was speechless and kicked her over, "Nervous."

Zhou Qishen could hide without even hiding, and there was a gray footprint on his white pants. He was quite happy and pointed at him and said, "Wash your pants."

Zhao Xiyin glared at him, staring at him, and both of them laughed.

Zhou Qishen no longer hid it and said, "I am also entrusted by someone. I heard from your father that you have a lot of training during this period. He is worried that your injured leg will take you over and see it."

Zhao Xiyin frowned, "I'm fine."

"It's okay, please feel free."

The doctor was a friend Zhou Qishen made an appointment in advance. After palpating Zhao Xiyin and taking a picture, Zhou Qishen felt relieved that his bones were growing well without any cause of illness. Zhao Xiyin turned his head and said, "My father likes to think more, so you don't add fuel to him in the future. I'm not a child, so I won't even be able to take good care of myself."

Zhou Qi said in a deep voice: "In Teacher Zhao's eyes, how old you are, you are his child."

After sending the person back, Zhao Wenchun made an excuse to ask Zhou Qishen to wait for him for a while. The car was parked outside the community, and the old and the young walked slowly along the garden path. Zhao Wenchun sighed: "You are so concerned about Xiaoxi, I am ashamed of my father."

The two of them followed the moonlight, the autumn night was pleasant and pleasant, and occasionally the wind blew, and they could smell the fragrance of osmanthus from somewhere. Zhou Qishen smiled and said, "It's not worth mentioning. Today, Teacher Dai and I had dinner. They said they had worked hard recently. I was worried that she would be hurt by her feet, so it would be no exaggeration to be careful."

Zhao Wenchun nodded, "Xiao Xi's legs have not made any mistakes in the past few years. In the past two years, she traveled around, rode horses, surfing, and bicycles, so lively that she could take off."

Zhou Qishen's mouth bent and asked inadvertently: "Has Xiaoxi returned to the United States to see her aunt?"

"I go every year, usually before the Spring Festival. I will go back to Beijing for the New Year in a week." Zhao Wenchun was not very cautious and told him in a lot of ways, "her aunt spoiled her since she was a child, and she didn't have a child to accompany her. She treated Xiaoxi like her daughter."

After experiencing this, Zhou Qishen asked: "Auntie or alone?"

"Forget it, ah, not count. Anyway, her boyfriends haven't been long, so they have been exchanged." Zhao Wenchun thought about tradition and shook her head with a sigh. There was nothing he could do with her sister.

"Uncle Zhao, you're taking a walk." As we were chatting, a young and loud voice greeted Zhao Wenchun. A gentle young man walked towards us, wearing glasses, a tall and refreshing scholarly temperament.

Zhao Wenchun immediately smiled, "It's Xiaoye, I haven't taken a walk, so I'm sending guests."

Zhou Qishen nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting.

"Then you are busy, don't disturb me." The young man smiled and left politely.

Zhou Qishen did not think so. When he walked to the door, Zhao Wenchun took the initiative to mention it, "The boy was named Ye Tao just now. He was also a teacher like me. He taught mathematics in college. He is from Beijing. We are in the same community and we haven't gotten married yet."

Zhou Qishen was not sure, so, “Hmm?”

Zhao Wenchun smiled and said, "I wanted to introduce him to Xiaoxi a while ago, so the two children would have a meal and chat together."

Zhou Qishen instantly understood, his face was very exciting, like a car that suddenly turned off, stuck on the hillside, and was in a dilemma. He was both embarrassed and angry, but he was not allowed to attack.

"I told Xiaoxi about this, but she didn't agree immediately, just said she would consider it again." Zhao Wenchun's smile became more meaningful, and he patted Zhou Qishen on the shoulder, "It's been a month, and I'll ask her again the other day."

Zhou Qishen almost instinctively stopped him, "Dad...Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Wenchun smiled, "Here are here."

"..." Zhou Qishen's expression was changing in a dizzy and changing manner, his throat was stuck like a peach pit, and he couldn't say a word.

"My Xiaoxi is twenty-six after the New Year. She is not guilty at the age of a young age and chooses not guilty. But my father's selfish desire is to have someone who can shelter her from the wind and rain with her. What it looks like, how much money it makes, and what past is not important. What is important is to take this step, give yourself and her the courage to start over again."

Zhao Wenchun has already said it clearly enough. If you, Zhou Qishen, don’t express your opinion, you will really not leave the initiative to you.

The weather is still good today, and the temperature dropped early the next morning. After pulling the curtains, the bedroom was gray, and Zhao Xiyin almost got up late. Zhao Wenchun made breakfast, and she ate a few bites and said she was rushing to the subway. Teacher Zhao felt distressed, "Just buy a car, it's convenient to use it for transportation."

Zhao Xiyin held half a piece of bread in her mouth and said vaguely: "Are you investing?"

"Invest half of the investment." Teacher Zhao calculated the account book and said bitterly: "I have to leave you a dowry."

The bread was not held firmly and fell to the ground. Zhao Xiyin patted her chest and was shocked, "Let's go, dad."

Zhao Wenchun looked at the swaying door panel and shook his head, took the unfinished milk to the kitchen. When he walked to the kitchen door, he suddenly stopped and looked down at the glass in his hand, forgetting what he was going to do.

Oh! They are all angry by this silly daughter.

As soon as Zhao Xiyin went out, Ding Yahe called her. It was the first time she had contacted her actively since the last argument. Zhao Xiyin hesitated for a few seconds, but she still answered.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ding Yahe didn't care about her lazy and unfriendly attitude at all, and asked directly: "Have your group been very tired in training recently? Xiaorui is sick, what intensity can make people tired like this?"

Zhao Xiyin knew that the only one who could make this mother condescend to her is her precious daughter.

"I've been depressed for a few days and haven't gotten better yet. The group said that she wouldn't approve the fake anymore and asked her to go back to rehearse. What kind of group do you have, there is no humanity at all."

"Whoever is not tired is just to catch up with the progress."

"Forget it, that's too difficult for the person in charge to speak. Can you talk to Teacher Dai and ask her to say hello?"

"No, she doesn't care about this either." Zhao Xiyin hung up the phone.

I guess Ding Yahe was so angry that she didn't even send her a text message to vent her anger.

Ni Rui stepped on the spot, but she didn't see her for a few days, and she became much haggard. Her eyes were a little concave and her cheeks were so thin that her jaw bones became more obvious. During the morning training, she couldn't lift her energy at all. She jumped halfway through the teacher, so she couldn't bear it anymore, so she asked her to rest next to her.

While resting halfway, several people surrounded her and asked her what was wrong.

Ni Rui rubbed her stomach, and everyone understood, "What about menstruation?"

Zhao Xiyin was by the window, listening to Cen Yue chanting the latest entertainment gossip. She occasionally smiled and glanced at Ni Rui several times. During the lunch break, Zhao Xiyin looked for the dormitory where she rested. The door of Ni Rui was not closed tightly, and the sound in the crack in the door was lowered, both dissatisfied and aggrieved.

"My stomach hurts so much, you don't come to see me. It's all your fault. The group doesn't allow you to take leave. I'm so miserable." After a few words, Ni Rui laughed again, "You hate it so much." While chatting, she got up and poured water. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Xiyin standing outside the door. She immediately hung up the phone as if she was facing a great enemy.

Ni Rui stood up and asked angrily: "How long have you been eavesdropping?"

Zhao Xiyin walked in without saying a word and gently closed the door. Ni Rui raised her head and said, "What do you want to do again? Don't think I'm afraid of you, I just don't want to care about you."

Zhao Xiyin interrupted directly: "I'll remind you."

Ni Rui took a step back, like avoiding a flood and a beast.

Zhao Xiyin may not necessarily want to see her very much. Both of them were tense and had no good attitude.

"If you regard dancing as your career you love, then dance well and don't want to take shortcuts. I have seen too many people who have fallen into trouble. Maybe it's a glorious moment, but the result will never be worth the loss."

Ni Rui shouted coldly, turned around and looked elsewhere, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Zhao Xiyin took a step forward and approached her, "You know if you can understand it."

Ni Rui glared back in anger, "What are you so sarcastic about here? Can you explain it clearly?"
To be continued...