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Teacher Zhuang was well aware of the considerable gap in Peng Fei's academic progress. The differences between the Guizhou and Suzhou textbooks were significant, and given the frequent upheavals in the child's life, his foundation was understandably weak. Therefore, Teacher Zhuang chose a tranquil afternoon, in a sunlit study, to prepare a detailed explanation of the key points from the fourth level of the Suzhou textbook for Peng Fei.
He spread the textbook across the antique desk, his fingertips gliding slowly over the text. Patiently, he began with definitions of words and phrases. When he encountered difficult characters, he meticulously broke them down, writing each stroke while reciting their order and memory tips aloud. Peng Fei sat upright, his eyes fixed on the book without blinking, his hands tightly gripping a pencil. Occasionally, he earnestly jotted down key points in his notebook, but the furrowed brow and biting of his lip revealed his inner confusion and struggle.
When Xiao Ting, Lin Dongzhe, and Suzhou learned about this, they gathered around the desk to listen to Teacher Zhuang's instruction together. Whenever Teacher Zhuang posed a question, they eagerly raised their hands like enthusiastic little scholars vying to share their insights. The lively atmosphere transformed what could have been a dull and oppressive learning environment into one full of energy. They used their own understanding to break down complex knowledge into simpler pieces for Peng Fei. Whenever he remained puzzled, they would lean closer, pointing at the book and exchanging explanations in earnest yet innocent voices that echoed throughout the study.
As for Suzhou, her life was not solely about academic studies; she harbored passionate dreams in the world of dance as well. During her free time, she would joyfully rush to Shaogong to seek out her esteemed dance instructor.
Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting fragmented golden rays that danced along the path as Suzhou hurried toward Shaogong. With her heart full of anticipation, she moved quickly, her ponytail swaying playfully with each step like lively musical notes.
Upon reaching Shaogong's Vermilion Gate, she was greeted by familiar artistic vibes mingling with the scent of polished wood floors and a hint of sweat wafting from the practice rooms. Suzhou navigated through the long corridor with ease, heading straight for the spacious and bright Dance Studio. As she pushed open the door with a soft creak—like a prelude to practice—the room flooded with sunlight pouring through large floor-to-ceiling windows. The wooden floor gleamed brightly under its glow, while surrounding mirrors faithfully reflected every shadow and movement.
Her instructor was already standing in the center of the classroom, dressed in a fitted Black Practice Outfit that accentuated her tall figure. With an elegant bun and refined features, she exuded an inherent grace unique to dancers—much like a flower blooming on an artistic pedestal. Upon seeing Suzhou enter, her lips curled into an encouraging smile filled with expectation as she gently said, "Come on, let's start with some warm-ups."
Suzhou quickly changed into her Pink Practice Outfit; the snug fabric clung to her youthful body like a second skin. She approached the barre, lightly resting her hands on it while standing tall like a pine tree. With her toes gently tapping against the floor and following her instructor's commands, she embarked on her warm-up journey. "One, two, rise; point your toes." The instructor's voice was steady and powerful—like a metronome guiding an orchestra. Suzhou followed suit; her long legs gracefully lifted as her feet arched into beautiful curves with each stretch. The reflection in the mirror resembled a swan poised elegantly in flight.
After completing her warm-ups, basic training followed closely behind. While stretching her legs on one side at the barre, Suzhou leaned forward until her forehead touched her knee; strands of hair fell across her face. The instructor stepped beside her and gently pressed down on her back to assist with deepening the stretch while encouraging her to go further to feel the tension in her leg ligaments. Although Suzhou's brow furrowed and she gritted her teeth—her face showing signs of effort—she persisted stubbornly. The muscles in her legs tightened under sunlight, radiating resilience.
During back bends, she raised both arms overhead and slowly leaned back until her flexible waist formed an arch; her hair nearly brushed against the floor. The instructor stood beside her for support while closely observing to ensure proper form.
As soothing Classical Music began to play, true dance practice commenced. Suzhou stood at the center of the studio like a sprite shining brightly on stage. As she initiated movement, her arms gracefully extended like willow branches swaying in a spring breeze; twirling lightly caused her pink skirt to billow like vibrant clouds. In leaps, she soared into the air with legs crossing neatly above—her toes pointed straight as if soaring over vast seas like wild geese—landing silently with only a whisper from her practice outfit.
Every glance and flicker of her fingertips infused emotion into each movement—sometimes expressing sorrowful reminiscence or radiating warmth akin to morning sunlight—bringing forth every nuance of dance vividly.
As beads of sweat began to form on her forehead and trickle down her cheeks dampening the collar of her outfit, she remained oblivious to it all—lost in the rhythm of dance. The instructor occasionally offered corrections or gently adjusted Suzhou’s arm angles while whispering reminders about controlling rhythm. In this small space they shared together as teacher and student, they wove dreams through dance—allowing art to blossom quietly amidst effort and passion while releasing its fragrant beauty into the world.
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