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Chapter 67

The convenience store is less than 50 meters downstairs from the inn, so it doesn't take much effort to come and go.

Five minutes later, Xiang Mingqiu returned to the room with the things he had bought, and Duan Yan found that he bought everything else, except that he didn't buy cigarettes for himself.

Originally thinking that Xiang Mingqiu might just forget it carelessly, Duan Yan asked naturally: "Where's my cigarette?"

Xiang Mingqiu fiddled with his new underwear and toothbrush methodically, and said nonchalantly, "You have just been discharged from the hospital, and your body hasn't fully recuperated yet, so you should smoke less."

After that, he took a can of Wangzai milk from the shopping bag, put it in front of Duan Yan, and then patted his head: "Here is this nutritional supplement for you."

Duan Yan: "..."

Looking at Duan Yan's angry expression, Xiang Mingqiu couldn't help but want to laugh, and his mood suddenly became inexplicably good.

He took out a box of Huazi from his pocket, and was about to smoke in front of Duan Yan, but Duan Yan immediately stopped him: "Hey! You can't smoke in the room, you have to roll outside to smoke in the courtyard."

"Okay, I'll go out and smoke one first, and you drink Wangzai's milk slowly."

It's late at night, and the tenants are either still experiencing the local nightlife outside, or have returned to their rooms to rest.

In the lush garden of the inn, Xiang Mingqiu was the only night traveler.

He sat on a long wooden chair under the street lamp, lighted a cigarette leisurely, pursed his lips and inhaled, blowing white mist into the air.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching here more than ten meters away.

This sound of footsteps was very familiar to Ming Qiu.

He squinted his eyes, looked up at Duan Yan who was standing in front of him, turned towards him, opened his mouth lightly, and let out a breath of mist: "Wangzai finished his milk?"

"..." This is very annoying.

Even so, Duan Yan endured it, and now he has something to ask of him.

After pondering for a while, Duan Yan finally said: "The store outside is closed, I can't buy cigarettes, so I borrow one to smoke."

It turned out that he was asking for cigarettes from himself, so Xiang Mingqiu patted the empty seat beside him, motioning for Duan Yan to sit down.

He took out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth and handed it to Duan Yan's mouth: "The last half is left, there is no more, do you want it?"

Duan Yan took the cigarette from his hand, and took a puff on the filter that Ming Qiu had sucked.

The two sat on the bench, neither of them spoke, and this moment of tranquility came just right.

It wasn't until Duan Yan took his last puff of cigarette, threw the butt of the cigarette into the trash can next to him, that Xiang Mingqiu said, "When you get back, apologize to your mother, and explain everything that needs to be said clearly. "

Duan Yan leaned on the back of the chair, stretched his waist, and looked relieved: "Now that the truth is revealed, there is no need to continue to carry out the contents of the will. From now on, the kennel will be under your control, and I will also I went back to help in the company, I have been deliberately avoiding this problem before, and it is time to face it now."

Xiang Mingqiu has always known that Duan Yan doesn't want to take over his parents' company.

"Since you don't like it, why didn't you say it?" He asked Duan Yan.

"It's useless to talk about it. My mother nags me every now and then and asks me to go back to help. Now that Duan is gone, all the company's affairs fall on my mother. I can't let her carry on like this forever."

Xiang Mingqiu has different opinions on this: "Your mother is a very good mother, and she will definitely understand your thoughts."

Thinking about it this way, it was indeed Duan Chenglin who hindered him from playing yo-yo and painting in the past.

Even now, Xia Lerong's biggest dissatisfaction with Duan Yan is that he is wasting his time taking over the kennel for Duan Chenglin. All along, no matter what the mother and son quarreled about, Xia Lerong never mentioned his son's hobbies at all.

"Speak as if you know my mother well."

"I don't really understand, it's just my intuition." Xiang Mingqiu said, "I just want to ask, have you told your mother what you really want to do?"

Duan Yan was silent for a moment, judging by that expression, it was definitely gone.

"She never asked me." When he said this, Duan Yan lowered his voice, a little lacking in confidence.

"If she doesn't ask, why don't you talk about it? Your life is under your own control. Why do you have to wait until someone else comes to you to ask about it before you speak out?"

This reasoning is correct, Duan Yan is hard to refute.

"After you go back, sit down and have a good chat with your mother, and tell her what you really think. She loves you very much, and your happiness is her greatest wish."

Duan Yan didn't speak, and said to Ming Qiu: "If you have any concerns, I can go with you."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to reach out and fiddle with Duan Yan's hair.

Duan Yan pursed his lips lightly, and patted his hand away: "You don't need to accompany me, I can take care of my own affairs."

The courtyard at night is not quiet and silent. The crickets hiding in some corner call out excitedly from time to time. The smell of grass and the scent of magnolia are mixed in the air, creating a different kind of fresh smell.

Duan Yan recalled how he sat in this seat and chatted with the landlord a few days ago.

He touched Xiang Mingqiu with his elbow, and asked, "What about you? You should also have things you like and want to do. Will you continue dancing in the future?"

"You want to watch me dance the Duck King Dance?" Xiang Mingqiu teased.

"...That's not what I'm talking about. Didn't you say that you learned a lot of dances from your mother? Classical dances, modern dances, folk dances, and other dances that I can't name."

In the final analysis, Duan Yan actually just wanted to express a meaning to him.

"Cough" he coughed lightly.

"I mean, I want to see you dance."

"I love the way you dance on stage."

Xiang Mingqiu blinked, with a little surprise in his eyes.

Then there was a smile on the corner of his lips: "I haven't practiced for so many years, and my basic skills have regressed. Last month, I suddenly had a whim and wanted to try a big kick and chop. I don't feel as smooth as before. gone."

Xiang Mingqiu stood up from the chair and walked to the open space in the middle of the courtyard.

Without saying anything, he turned on the music app on his phone.

The performers played a slow, ancient tune full of strong national mystery with the classic Uyghur stringed instruments Rewap and tambourines.

When the first note came to his ears, Xiang Mingqiu took the first dance step forward.

The afterglow of the bright moon above his head is the spotlight, and the courtyard under his feet is the stage for his performance.

He quickly turned around, waving his arms, and his gait was as light as a feather, and dedicated this "Silk Road Dreaming" to the only audience in front of him.

It was his original folk dance, which he had never shown to anyone but his own mother until this moment tonight.

In the past, his dream was to pass the Beijing Dance, and then to be on the stage of the "Tao Li Cup" dance competition.

As the highest level of youth dance competition in China, the "Tao Li Cup" is the honor that many dancers dream of.

If he can successfully enter the North Dance, then he will be able to catch up with this triennial dance festival as soon as he is a freshman.

"Looking for Dreams on the Silk Road" is exactly what he prepared in advance for that day.

Only later, because of family changes, the dream was shattered, and this dance was sealed away from then on, becoming an irreparable regret in his heart.

Dancing is not only for viewing, but also a physical work.

From the moment dancers come into contact with this circle, they are doomed to practice various basic skills day and night.

If a trivial leg raising or arm swinging movement is to achieve a smooth, natural and vivid effect, it must go through hundreds or even thousands of days and nights of tempering and polishing.

The sound of the music gradually weakened, the dance came to an end, and the memories of the past came to an end.

Xiang Mingqiu stood upright in the middle of the courtyard. At this moment, he was dripping with sweat, his hair and clothes were soaked inside and out.

With some rapid breathing, he raised the back of his hand and gently wiped away a drop of sweat that had slid down his chin.

A regular and orderly beat suddenly sounded in the ear.

Duan Yan stood up from his chair and gave applause for his wonderful performance.

The beat went from slow to fast, and then from light to heavy, and lasted for more than a minute, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping.

Xiang Mingqiu looked at Duan Yan in front of him and smiled.

Laughing and laughing, somehow, he cried again.

Tears were streaming down that handsome and somewhat tired face.

This was the first time Duan Yan saw Xiang Mingqiu crying in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, and he was a little at a loss.

He just took a step forward, the words were still stuck in his throat and he didn't have time to utter a sound, but he heard the person in front of him say in a helpless tone of crying and laughing: "Actually, I really want to chase my dream too."

Duan Yan felt sore, he couldn't say a word, he took another big step forward, opened his arms, embraced the person in front of him, and hugged him tightly.

I only heard the person in my arms muttering in a low voice: "Don't use such force, you are going to strangle me to death."

Only then did Duan Yan relax his strength a little, he held Xiang Mingqiu's face in his hands, and wiped away the tears on his face with his hands,

He doesn't know how to coax people, especially lovers.

Kissing was the only way he could think of right now.

He pressed his lips against Xiang Mingqiu's forehead, kissing his wet bangs, eyelashes, eyes, nose tip, cheeks and lips non-stop.

After a long time, he clumsily said to the person in his arms in a very low voice: "Don't cry."