"Sister, you seem to have something on your mind?"
On the school bus, Qin Yue'er and Qin Xing'er were sitting in a row. Looking at Qin Yue'er who had been frowning since getting on the bus, Qin Xing'er asked softly.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yue'er turned to look at Qin Xing'er beside her. Her little face, which was already quite motherly, did not look as cold as Lu Wan's, which made people feel cold from the inside out.
"Xing'er, the teacher asked me to learn dance from her." Qin Yue'er's face looked as sad as a bitter gourd.
"Xing'er, you are the smartest, give me some ideas."
Looking at her sister who was leaning against her, Qin Xing'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"What advice do you want me to give you, sister? Wouldn't it be good to learn dance from the teacher?" Qin Xing'er asked doubtfully.
In her opinion, this is a good thing. Why is her sister so resistant?
"It was good in the past, but now, don't I want to practice with dad?" When Qin Yue'er said this, Qin Xing'er naturally understood.
"Then sister, why don't you just reject the teacher?" Qin Xing'er sighed and said softly.
"But the teacher asked me to think about it carefully, and asked me to ask my mother." Qin Yue'er's expression showed a hint of helplessness. She had no interest in the first place, and asked her to ask her mother.
"." Qin Xing'er looked at Qin Yue'er who was in trouble, with a speechless expression on her face.
"Sister, you can just refuse this kind of thing. There is no need to think about it so much."
"But the teacher said that I am a genius born for dancing!" Qin Yue'er finally said what she was struggling with.
However, this attracted Qin Xing'er's eyes.
Growing up with her sister, she is very aware of this eldest sister whose limbs are sometimes uncoordinated. She is a genius born for dancing?
In her opinion, this was entirely because Qin Yue'er was frightened by the teacher's name.
Qin Xing'er immediately sensed that the teacher was setting up a private training class and was trying to trick students into joining the training class.
But what Qin Yue'er said next dispelled her guess.
"The teacher saw that the sword dance I practiced today was different from the one she danced. Instead of being angry, she thought I was a genius."
"Let me train with her every afternoon after school."
"What about your own feelings, sister?" Qin Xing'er looked at Qin Yue'er who wanted to refuse but still welcomed her, knowing that she was waiting for others to make a decision for her.
But before that, she wanted to see which Qin Yueer's subconscious choice would be.
"my feeling."
Qin Yue'er barely hesitated, hesitated for a moment, and decisively stated her choice.
"Of course I want to practice sword dance with dad."
"That's alright, sister, you just put more pressure on yourself because of what the teacher said. Since you know what you want more, you don't need to worry."
"Just follow what you really think in your heart. You can talk to the teacher tomorrow."
"Don't be swayed just because of a few words from the teacher."
When Qin Yue'er heard this, she was convinced. Her eyes lit up and she felt that the problems that were bothering her disappeared in an instant.
He hugged his sister all of a sudden, with a hint of doting and dependence in his tone.
"Well, Xing'er, you are so kind. It would be great if I had a sister like you."
Looking at Qin Yue'er hugging herself like a koala, Qin Xing'er's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness and amusement.
She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Qin Yue'er's head.
"Bao, be good, as your sister it's not impossible for me to do it."
After returning home.
Qin Yue'er remained as usual, standing unshakable on the sword pile.
Her love for martial arts has made her self-disciplined in her life.
For her, if she doesn't stand at the sword stand for an hour or two every day, she will feel uncomfortable all over, as if she is experiencing some kind of withdrawal reaction.
in the living room.
However, Qin Xing'er found Qin Tian and told him about the troubles Qin Yue'er had today.
Qin Tian listened quietly. After listening, he gently rubbed Qin Xing'er's hair.
"Xing'er, you are more sensible than dad thought." Qin Tian smiled slightly.
Qin Xing'er did not resist Qin Tian's big hand, and her face showed an expression of enjoyment like a kitten.
After Qin Tian removed his hand, Qin Xing'er asked in a low voice.
"Dad, my sister didn't know how to dance before. Now she practices sword dance with her teacher and is considered a genius. Could it be that her sister is really a genius?" Qin Xing'er is also a little worried. Maybe her sister can become a famous dancer in the future? If you give up because of what you said, you won't have to die of guilt in the future.
After hearing Qin Xing'er's words, Qin Tian smiled casually without any doubts.
"I don't know if Yue'er is a genius in dancing. But Xing'er, the "Gongsun Sword Dance" taught by my father is an adaptation of the most powerful sword dance in ancient times. Compared with the original Gongsun Sword Dance, Dancing can be said to be several levels higher.”
"The sword pile Yue'er has been standing on recently can actually increase her understanding of swords and dance."
"So it's not impossible to be regarded as a genius in dance by the teacher."
"If Yue'er is really a genius in dance, then "Gongsun Sword Dance" is better than any teacher or dance. There is no need to train with dance teachers."
"Is that so?" Qin Xing'er nodded as if she understood.
"Speaking of which, you will have an exam soon after your 100th anniversary, right? Has Xing'er ever thought about what martial arts she wants to learn?" Qin Tian looked at his second daughter in front of him and asked softly.
Since the eldest daughter has already practiced martial arts in advance because of the centenary anniversary of the school.
Naturally, he could not treat his second daughter favorably. Qin Tian planned to test Qin Xing'er's tone first.
"Me?" Qin Xing'er was stunned for a moment and blinked. Qin Tian's sudden question made her not sure how to answer it for a moment.
When she saw Qin Lan'er and Qin Yue'er both starting to practice martial arts, many thoughts came to her mind.
But now facing Qin Tian's sudden question, Qin Xing'er's head felt empty for a moment.
"It seems that Xing'er hasn't thought about it yet. It's okay. We have a lot of time. Dad can wait for you." Qin Tian smiled slightly.
"When you think about it, tell Dad."
"Yeah, okay, Dad!"
In the courtyard.
Qin Lan'er did not practice flying knives today.
If you want to enter the realm of flying knives, and then break through the realm of the first glimpse of the door, to reach the point where you can use your fingers like an arm, this requires not only practice, but also understanding. Maybe you can quietly break through just by watching the falling leaves and flying flowers. The artistic conception of the sword in hand can lead to the artistic conception of the sword in the hand, thereby reaching the fullness of the spirit, essence, and spirit, and making a breakthrough in one fell swoop to the point where you can use your fingers like an arm.
Therefore, at this time, just practicing is useless.
But it is impossible for a child to understand anything about the world, so Qin Tian pointed out another way for Qin Lan'er's situation.
Play!
At Qin Lan'er's current age, she has no external worries and can be said to have a pure heart.
It is not impossible to break through the realm through play.
Just like an old naughty boy, even if he is dozens of years old, he can still maintain his innocence. Not only is it of great benefit to the practice of martial arts, but he also creates a left-right fight that can be called a magical skill.
Now, Qin Lan'er was playing with the live broadcast. After opening the long-lost live broadcast, Qin Lan'er pondered for a while and pointed the camera at Qin Yue'er who was standing on the sword pile.
(End of chapter)
