Chapter 405: It's Difficult to Dance

As the year draws to a close, the weather is getting colder.

It snowed only during the day, and a thick layer of ice formed in the artificial lake.

The treetops are hung with icicles, shining brightly and beautifully under the light.

Huo Yunque took off his coat and walked into the hall.

"What about her?"

The first sentence when I go home now must be about Song Yaoyao.

People who didn't eat human fireworks in the past also have fireworks and a sense of belonging.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Miss Song is practicing dancing upstairs after dinner!"

"dance?"

Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely, he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, and walked up the stairs.

This little girl, which one will you play?

Uncle Zhang explained proudly: "Ms. Song is the monitor of their class, and she is in charge of the program of this New Year's Day party! And Miss Song will also participate in the performance!"

"Oh? Then I have to take a look."

He curled his lips and went directly to the third floor.

This dance studio was changed when his mother was alive, but it has been dusty since her death.

In the past, Mr. Huo would come in and sit from time to time, staring at the empty dance studio in a daze.

And now, not even him.

The door was half closed, and the melodious and rhythmic classical music rang softly.

The little girl was wearing loose sportswear and was slowly decomposing her movements in front of the mirror.

Judging from her jerky posture and movements, it is obvious that she has no foundation in dance.

Huo Yunque leaned against the door, crossed his arms around his chest, and watched quietly.

Jerky is jerky, but the little girl's body is very soft.

Occasionally raising his hand, he would reveal a small white tender waist, soft and delicate.

Song Yaoyao practiced seriously, she finally stumbled and practiced the decomposition movements sent by Xu Yue, and when she looked back, she realized that she had forgotten most of her—

In addition, when dancing with the same hands and feet, I have practiced for a long time with no progress at all.

Song Yaoyao, who has always been smart and known as a genius, was hit so hard for the first time.

She stomped her feet angrily and sat down on the floor.

Stop practicing!

Song Yaoyao was puffed up, when she suddenly heard a low laugh, her earlobes flushed, and she turned her head.

It turned out that Huo Yunque was standing at the door without knowing when.

Her eyes flashed and she said embarrassedly, "Brother, when did you come?"

"Well—soon, only ten minutes."

Huo Yunque's tone was calm, and his expression looked quite calm.

"ten minutes!!"

Song Yao pursed her lips and complained delicately, "Isn't that how I look embarrassed, you have seen it all!"

In her last life, she was very interested in dancing, especially when she watched it live, the dancers' graceful dance moves made Song Yaoyao envious.

But she wanted to practice, but her heart wouldn't allow it. Song Yaoyao also didn't want her parents and brother to be worried because of her willfulness.

"Huh? Where is the embarrassment?"

Huo Yunque walked barefoot, he rolled up his shirt to his elbow, and squatted in front of Song Yaoyao.

"Just now! The way I am on the same hands and feet must be stupid!"

Song Yaoyao's face was flushed, and her eyes were moist and bright. She scratched the floor uncomfortably with her fingers, and whispered, "It looks so easy, but dancing is really hard—"

She doesn't want to participate!

"Is it difficult? But I see that you dance very well."

Huo Yunque picked up the mobile phone, and the decomposition action was played on a loop.

The class group that Xu Yue just joined today, this video of the breakdown was sent to the group by her.

Let everyone practice at home after dinner. After school, they can train together as a group.

Song Yaoyao thought that there should be no one in the world who can resist the praise from the person in front of him, especially when this person is still his beloved.