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As Jingxuan and Ruoxi walked up the stairs step by step, they found that the staircase leading to the dance troupe was dim and dirty, with dust covering every corner. The light in the staircase was dim, making the whole space seem a bit gloomy. Ruoxi couldn't help but sneeze, apparently affected by the dust.
She followed behind Jingxuan and asked uneasily in a low voice, "Is the dance troupe always this gloomy?" Her voice revealed a hint of doubt and unease.
Jingxuan replied softly, "No, maybe it's because they haven't opened yet." Her tone was trying to comfort Ruoxi, but she also felt that the environment was very different from the dance troupe in her memory.
Finally, the two arrived at the second floor, where a large door appeared with a sign that read "Valley Rhyme Dance Troupe," indicating the opening hours. Jingxuan pointed to the time on the door and said to Ruoxi, "See, it's not open yet. Let's go."
But Ruoxi doesn't seem to intend to give up like this. She curiously walked to the door and reached out to push it open. The door was not locked, and it opened easily, revealing the dance studio inside.
When Ruoxi insisted on pushing open the door of the dance troupe, Jingxuan appeared quite surprised, even a little uneasy. She gently grabbed Ruoxi's arm and said in a low voice, " Ruoxi, it's not a good idea for us to go in like this. What will people think if they see us?" Her face was full of hesitation and worry.
However, Ruoxi seemed indifferent to this, waving away Jingxuan's hand and resolutely walking into the dance troupe. She turned back to Jingxuan and said, "Relax, we haven't done anything wrong. We just came in to take a look, not to steal anything."
Jingxuan stood at the door, unable to immediately decide whether to follow, torn by inner conflict. Her gaze shifted between the interior of the dance troupe and Ruoxi. Ultimately, encouraged by Ruoxi and driven by curiosity, she slowly walked into the classroom.
As the door was gently pushed open, Jingxuan and Ruoxi stepped into the interior of the Valley Rhyme dance troupe. A unique atmosphere greeted them, a blend of the scent of wooden floors and a hint of dust. Inside the classroom, a huge mirror reflected the entire space, making it bright and spacious. Several ballet shoes were scattered on the floor, as if telling the story of the past liveliness and activity of this place.
Jingxuan's footsteps echoed in the empty dance studio, each step seeming to strike a chord in her heart. Her gaze fell on the familiar dance equipment, stirring up complex emotions within her. This place used to be the stage of her dreams, but now it had become a scar deep in her heart.
Ruoxi appeared even more curious and excited, looking around with interest at this novel place. She walked up to the mirror, lightly touching its surface, then turned to Jingxuan and said, "This place is really amazing! Did you used to dance in a place like this before?"
Jingxuan nodded, her eyes shimmering with complex emotions. She walked to the center of the dance studio, gently touching the black vinyl floor, as if each piece was telling a story, and every corner was filled with memories.
"Yes, this is the place," Jingxuan replied softly. Her voice carried a hint of nostalgia and regret.
Ruoxi looked at Jingxuan, with a barely noticeable concern in her eyes. She walked up to Jingxuan and gently put her arm around her shoulder, comforting her, "Jingxuan, no matter what, you are amazing. Do you know that?"
Jingxuan looked up at Ruoxi with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. She took a deep breath, the struggle in her heart still ongoing, but Ruoxi's words gave her a bit of strength. She knew that no matter what the future held, she had to face her past and bravely walk her own path.
In the spacious dance studio, Ruoxi looked around curiously and turned to Jingxuan, asking, "So what do you usually do in class?" Her tone was filled with curiosity and interest in the world of dance.
Jingxuan lightly stepped on the familiar black vinyl floor mat, walked towards the mirror, lightly touched the bar in front of the mirror, recalling the past days, and explained to Ruoxi: "Before our class, we will first warm up for a period of time to ensure that every part of the body is fully prepared. After the warm-up, depending on the type of dance to be practiced that day, different class arrangements will be made."
Jingxuan's eyes shimmered with love and longing for dance: "For example, in a ballet class, we will start with basic bar exercises, which are the foundation of ballet. Then we will leave the bar and practice small jumps and other movements in the middle of the classroom, and finally there are flowing movement combinations to enhance the body's mobility, all of which are important components of ballet. At the end of the class, we may combine various ballet movements to form a complete dance practice." Her voice carried deep nostalgia.
With Jingxuan's narration, Ruoxi's gaze became more focused, as if through Jingxuan's words, she could see the dancing figure and graceful movements. Jingxuan continued to explain: "In ballet classes, in addition to barre exercises, adagio, and petit allegro, we also learn turns and jumps, which are all core elements of ballet. Each movement requires precise technique and full-body coordination, posing a great challenge to both control and muscle strength."
Her voice carried a hint of professionalism and pride: "Moreover, ballet is not just physical exercise, but also an expression of art. Every movement, every step, tells a story and conveys an emotion. When we dance, we are not just moving our bodies, but also speaking through our bodies."
Ruoxi listened to Jingxuan's words, her eyes shining with longing and admiration. She felt Jingxuan's passion for dance and respect for art. Jingxuan's words gave Ruoxi a deeper understanding and appreciation for dance.
"Can we see you dance here?" Ruoxi half-jokingly asked, her eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.
Jingxuan She smiled faintly, shook her head, and said, "Maybe one day, but for now, I'm not ready to step back onto that stage." Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty and nostalgia, but also a hint of determination.
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