I wear a size 40 top, I'm a fat mess on my waistline, and when I lower my head a little, I can see my cascading chin.
The good news is that my sister is getting prettier every year.
Yes, my sister's name is Dai Bud Bud, my name is Dai Yi Yi, we are three years apart, but almost like two generations. The two of us walked together and not a single person believed that we
were sisters. Yes heh, how could an elephant and a lithe bird be family?
Like moving to another city, like changing schools like leaving old friends. My sister soon had a large set of new friends, classmates, classmates of classmates; Internet
friends, Internet friends, Internet friends, like a snowball, dating all day long.
My life state is particularly static, during the day in front of the computer crackling knocking words, I like the computer input clerk this job, quiet, mechanical.
Being a couch potato at home at night, I endlessly watch Korean dramas, Japanese dramas and Chinese idol dramas.
Bud summer vacation, Dad put off all the work at hand, ready to drive the car for a family self-guided tour. "Yiyi, want to go wherever, just wherever meh."
Dad's face was very enthusiastic.
The familiar way of asking a question, I was momentarily distracted, I don't know from which part of the years came a bright voice - "Yiyi, what do you want to eat, just
points, huh!"
That boy, who had only five dollars in his pocket, was just like a rich man. It's that warm, cute accent, that big, generous, that hateful
hate to give the world's good things in front of you, as long as you smile brightly ......
Though I almost had trouble controlling myself in front of the cooing, bubbling, hot and fragrant food stall, and ended up eating a bowl of tofu and vermicelli soup, and rattling a a large portion into his
bowl. He wouldn't do it, so I threatened him, "If I turn into a fat ojita, let's see if you can still lift me." Ojita, Ojita, the beautiful swan male
Master, the name made me vaguely sad.
Mom, seeing my disoriented expression, called out to me in a chorus, "Yi-Yi, Yi-Yi, we'll follow you this time. We'll go wherever you say."
"Swan Lake." I tried to regain my composure and softly reported the name of a place, "A country place, not too well known." I said as flatly as I could, "I've heard people talk
about it before, and I'd like to see it, okay?" Six years, a wish buried in my heart finally jumped out bravely one day.
I smelled the smell of earth in the wind, and the smell of dry grass. Gradually the smell of water emerged, yes, it was the smell of that green and lingering water he said
The way, I knew that Swan Lake was almost here.
That day he said a lot of words in silence, that day, he and I are very happy. Graduation public performance of the classic ballet "Swan Lake" segment, the name of the main
list was finally finalized. The harsh teachers were very selective, and he and I were chosen to play the roles of Princess Augita, who was turned into a swan by the king, and the handsome prince, who went out of his way to save her.
He drank beer for the first time in his life, his face was red, and he told me many, many things -
"In fifth grade, I watched the Spring Festival Gala and saw Yang Liping dancing to 'Two Trees,' and she was wearing a Dai chambray shirt that exposed her belly, so you could clearly see
To the body movements between the stomach and the navel. I was stunned that dance could make the body so amazing. I sneaked to the swan lake, the lake water like
mirror, clear and bright, I lifted up my clothes and began to imitate, see the body rippling, so beautiful, I made a heavenly determination, must learn
dance!"
"One day I stood on the ground with my legs apart, and I was so close to going down, I said I must go down, and pressed down hard, and the whole thing went down, and it hurt too much!
Thanks to the soft grass, or I might have torn a ligament." He spat out his tongue.
For the first time, he barged into the dance school recruiting site talking to himself, dressed in a fat suit, red-faced and stuttering, "Take me, take me, I
want to learn to dance!"
The principal found him amusing and casually asked him what part of the country he was from, to which he replied, "Swan Lake." A roar of laughter went through the recruiting classroom. As if he had not heard the laughter, he stood on his tiptoes like a
tourbillon and spun endlessly, his movements were unstructured, but his limbs were so incredibly soft that everyone fell silent at once.
"Swan Lake, the people are great." The principal's face let out a light of excitement, "Who did you learn that from?"
"Television." He hung his head and said, "But I don't have any money, will you accept me? I'll learn and dance as hard as I can! "
"Take me!" The principal clapped on the spot, "You were born to dance!"
Mom and Dad took my sister to go around somewhere else, and it was obvious that they wanted to give me some space. Alone, I sat down by Swan Lake with my knees wrapped around me, loosening
the ringlets and letting my hair cascade down to cover my ever-expanding faceplate. I used to like to wear my hair in a bun, revealing a polished forehead, a tiny melon face, and
a slender neck. I wore a headdress of white badminton balls, a bare-shouldered corset, a short skirt of rustling layered nylon gauze, and arms that swung like wings
spinning around, and I was the elegant and pure swan princess Augita, both real and imaginary. Ojita and her prince danced a lyrical duo, sometimes snuggling with each other, sometimes jumping up in the air. My ears rang with the familiar
orchestral melody, the violin passionate as a song, the cello lingering echo. In the auditions for the graduation show, he and I performed the dance duet in one take
and got the highest score, so we couldn't contain our joy and went out to celebrate, hand in hand.
"Why did you tell me so much?" There were no glasses that day, so the two of us got together and took a sip of beer from the bottle.
"Because I know you're the girl who treats me like I have the best grades in the world ......"
"Don't say it ...... "I stopped him from going on, I did that thing without any thanks or payback from him at all, even,
I didn't even want him to know.
He acted like he didn't hear me, staring at the brand new pair of dancing shoes on his feet, and said, word for word, in a tone as solemn as an oath, "Dai Yi Yi,
I will repay you, in my own way!" In the latter half of the sentence, he bit down on the words with a particularly heavy bite.
Where is he now? And what is he doing? He's long forgotten me, hasn't he, and isn't that what I've been hoping for? The
Prince in the dance is simply powerless to undo the spell of an ojita who has become fat.
Yes, who can undo the spell of a fat man? I don't want to stay any longer, I want to go home. Dad started the car quickly, but heaven forbid
the car fell over in place. Dad checked and announced that the tank was empty.
"I'll get the water!" Bud volunteered to carry the water, "Oh, I haven't seen Swan Lake yet!"
Only a moment later, she came back smiling and holding a man, and helping her with the bucket of water. "Qin Lang, the ballet teacher." Bud this
side was busy with introductions, over there Qin Lang was already helping his dad add water to the tank "My hometown is right here." Qin Lang said, "How did you get here, the general tourists can not find here ah."
"It's sister!" Bud poked her head into the car and looked like she meant to introduce me and Qin Lang to take a picture. Oh my god, my heart stopped beating
It was actually him! I curled up and didn't move a muscle. If I could, I would have folded myself up and stuffed myself under the seat of the car
.
"Oh she's asleep, there's air conditioning in the car, lol, my sister is especially afraid of the heat, fat man." Bud explained enthusiastically.
The car started up and came to a stop, "Let's take you back to the city, it's on the way anyway!" Bud was enthusiastically invited, one could figure it out with one's toes,
because Qin Lang was a handsome man. Along the way they chatted a few words every now and then, and Bud asked Qin Lang if he could dance anywhere.
"Every time I go home and see the mirror-like lake, people are like electrified, can't help but dance."
He hasn't changed a bit, and every syllable of his voice is like a nail hammered into my heart.
I traveled on my back with my face turned inward in the backseat, pretending to be dead asleep, my mind no longer having the strength to think about anything.
Near an intersection, Qin Lang asked to be put down, leaving a "Come play sometime," and drifted away like a cloud
I quietly watched his beautiful spine. "Look, it's the same name as my sister's!" Bud called out. I jumped up.
A prominent sign flashed by the window - Yii Ballet House. I felt like a heart was going to jump out of my chest, but sadness ensued
He wouldn't recognize Yui even if she was standing right in front of him alive. Luckily, luckily, I was immediately glad that
he didn't recognize me. If I had seen that look of disbelief in his eyes, I would have died immediately.
After coming back from Swan Lake, I became less and less active.
But Bud offered to go to the ballet studio run by Qin Lang to learn ballet, throwing away all the other
What Taekwondo ah, piano classes ah no pity.
Bud's dancing career is going well, and every time she comes home, she's like a little bird chattering about how Qin Lang is rewarding her and the other
three other girls who are making great progress, and who have already been selected to dance in the "Four Little Swans" segment.
"Qin Lang invited us to have afternoon tea at the Bakery. He only allowed us to drink black tea, and he cut the pastries into tiny little pieces by hand, so you can eat them as a
consideration for your cravings, and eat them sparingly."
"After lunch break, we sat on the floor of the training room, Qin Lang put on a good movie for us to watch. Britain's 'Dance Me Out
Land', have you seen it? It's about a boy whose father wants him to learn boxing and he goes to ballet against all odds. Qin Lang
turned and jumped and fought and bounced with the people in the movie as if the little boy in the movie was him ......"
"But Qin Lang is good at everything, except one thing- - "Bud suddenly changed his words, "Petty! He has a few treasures he absolutely cannot
touch. We're rehearsing an excerpt from Swan Lake, and we wanted to ask him to borrow it, but he refused to do it."
"What treasure?" I almost couldn't help but ask.
"I must must must dance well to be first in the Four Little Swans, will Qin Lang let me dance on the Swan Princess? Wow, Augie
Ta, Qin Lang has been looking for the Augie Towers he has in mind ......" At night, Bud was still chanting about Qin Lang until she went to sleep.
A sweet longing flowed on Bud's face. Looking at her, I felt a little lonely, not sad or jealous, just lonely
single. I rolled out of bed and trudged to the living room. Standing in front of the DVD rack, I took one look and found the exact disk -
Dance Out of My World. I had bought it a long time ago, but I had not dared to watch it for fear that it would easily evoke the loss and sadness deep inside me.
The TV screen lit up a little bit, the melody of "Swan Lake" rang out, and Brett, the miner's youngest son, appeared in front of me with a graceful leap
......
Early in the morning in the practicing room, I quietly pushed the door open, and a figure flew swept past my eyes. Yikes, I thought I was the practicing student who got up the
earliest. I looked down, suddenly noticing the dots of blood on the floor, and upon closer inspection, oh my, it was his.
He was barefoot, his toes and soles rubbed with blood. The soles of the lei dance shoes were thin, and the harder they practiced, the faster they broke. He practiced so hard that his shoes went to hell so fast.
Though tuition was reduced, shoe money was flying. I quietly bought a dozen boys' shoes and stuffed them in his locker.
When class started, I watched him put on his new dancing shoes and look around coyly and confusedly, searching for them.
Later I calculated the rate of consumption of his shoes and gave him regular "shells". But he is very stubborn, in addition to the class, usually training
Practice or barefoot, do not want to wear shoes, spinning over the place, blood stains. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and jumped out to accuse him
of self-mutilation. His eyes lit up and he grabbed me firmly, exclaiming - "There, now you can't get away?"
Tumbling down memory lane while watching the little actor Jamie Bell bouncing down the street, reminding me that life is about constantly
stepping out of the box and breaking free ...... A tingling sensation of emotion swept through my heart and lake, and I finally said to myself, "Why don't you sneak off and go
see what he's dancing like right now? I'd like to see what he looks like when he dances now.
"Yi Yi Ballet" was quiet and empty when I entered. I took off my clunky muffin tops and trembled onto the floor.
The shiny handrails, the full-length floor-to-ceiling mirrors, everything was as familiar as if I had left yesterday. Suddenly, my eyes fixed, training hall
In one wall, a dozen ballet shoes with different postures, arranged in a big dancing shoes. Bow round head style
like, real jumping stage straps look like, as if as long as it is tied on, the moving melody will be on the feet to spin open!
I couldn't help but take them off and look at the year marked on the bottom of each pair, Augusta 1999, Augusta 2000...Augusta 2004
My hands trembled a little.
"Who are you looking for?" A familiar voice asked as I heard the door behind me creak open and a group of people pour in.
"Snap!" "The Augusta 2004 slipped out of my palm, a pair of satin ballerinas
interwoven with dark sapphire blue, light gold, and pale pink. My first action was to flip my palms to block my face, which I did completely subconsciously.
"Sis!" Bud called up.
"Wow!" Already girls were shrieking. I ground my head and looked at the fat body, I didn't belong here a long time ago ah.
He took a step, surrounded by a group of girls as beautiful as swans, and I began to hyperventilate. He knelt down and picked up the
pair of beautiful dancing shoes, brushing a little bit of dust off of them with his hand. As he stood up, he swept me around in a bit of surprise. I have a pair of
shapely little feet that are in no way commensurate with my huge body, and right now, I'm wishing that I could break free of this unsightly skin, like Princess Ojita who has finally defeated the magic of the Demon King, revealing a luscious, shapely figure, and a big smile.
The miracle, it couldn't happen a second time, and I couldn't afford to pay that dangerous
price anymore.
Six years ago, he and I became the obvious choice to be the Swan Princess and Prince Alfred,
co-starring in our grade's graduation show. Halfway through rehearsals for our pas de deux,
he struggled to lift me, gradually getting heavier and heavier. I was gaining weight inexorably, in
my mournful lustful eyes. He gritted his teeth and endured the secrecy.
Finally, one day, in the midst of an intense spin, the back of my dress suddenly strained open, and he danced close to me in order to
cover her up. I winced, feeling his hot skin.
In the end, it didn't hide from the principal's fiery eyes, and he offered to remove me, not knowing how many
teenage girls and children were waiting their turn to be the Swan Princess in the back. I cried and begged him to give me time, I promised to be back in shape in a week
. The principal didn't believe I could do it. He stood up for himself, "I only recognize Yi as an ojita.
If she withdraws, so do I!"
The principal was angry that a student had come out and threatened him. But his words still worked,
There were too few good dance boys in the school, and he was perfect for the prince.
I did what I said, and within a week I had magically lost weight, regained my shapely figure,
and was even thinner than I was before I lost the weight.
He looked at me with nothing but surprise and admiration in his eyes, and a sense of unease. "How did you
get that?" He grunted, "Is it going to be okay?"
"Oh," I said with a relieved smile, "I'll give it a shot!"
I have looked back on that sparkling stage countless times, scene by scene, I was like the petals of a flower reopening
My ojita was so beautiful and fresh, and he played brilliantly, and the two of us, the prince and the princess, intermingled
glowing with each other, so beautiful that it was like an unreal dream.
Dancing to the climax, the heart-wrenching "Death of the Swan," I couldn't hold out any longer after all the hard work I'd done. "Thud", everyone heard that sound, I fell to the ground, as light as a butterfly falling, but the wings were already broken.
The curtain slowly drew up, and there was darkness in front of me, motionless, my beautiful neck
buried deep in my wings ......
The shot swan was dead, and Ojita was dead ......
Now. He stood before me, the one I had been thinking about day and night, alive and well
right in front of me. He seemed to be probing for something in my quivering eyes, there was a shadow there if a
shadow, wasn't there? He wanted to grab it, and couldn't believe it.
Looking confused and disoriented, we stood frozen, the air between us
frozen.
"Teacher!" It was Bud's voice that interjected, "I've come up with an absolutely brilliant idea
. Didn't you say that each of us four girls have something to offer when we dance, and you still can't settle on the girl who gloriously
promoted the main character, Ojita? Tell you what, let's try to take turns wearing your precious shoes. Whoever fits is
Sensei's Augita!"
He actually acquiesced. The girls cheered enthusiastically and again you pushed me and I pushed you whoever
wouldn't go to the front of the line.
He squatted down, and one by one, he slipped them their shoes. I held my breath
over and over again, "Oooooh-" "Oooooh-" ...... There was one sound of regret after another.
The shoes were so small, it was surprising that none of them quite fit.
"Forget it." Bud hung his head, and the other girls looked to be heading for the hills as well.
"Slow down!" He stopped aloud, "There's one more!"
My heart stopped at that moment, then beat wildly, with only one thought:
Flee. I couldn't imagine dying of embarrassment when my feet slipped seamlessly into such beautiful, peerless dancing shoes, and his jaw was about to drop in amazement
I'd die of embarrassment.
Run away, or run away knowingly. Don't embarrass yourself, don't embarrass Bud, right?
Without a word, I ran, ran, ran like crazy. I have become too much, Tian
Swan Lake, I can never go back. Let the moments of the past become eternity, and let that elegant and innocent O
Gita be beautifully framed in his mind forever.
After that year's graduation public performance, I never went to school again. About the reason why I suddenly fainted
on stage, my mom and dad only said it was a bad heart. I took a lot of pills and hormone injections, and my body swelled up like a ball of gas
. My classmates went to see her, but I turned them away. He came too, "Yiyi needs to recuperate
she doesn't want to see anyone." Auntie Nanny politely dismissed him. He went home with his head hanging, and the second
and third
days
when ...... class was over, he came persistently.
I hid like a shadow behind the curtains on the second floor and watched as he clumped
around my house.
I asked my aunt to hand him a letter, the only one I had ever written to him--
"Qin Lang, for me, an instant is an eternity, don't think too much about the future.
I pay the price as long as the happiness in front of me. Don't come to see me again, if you are bent on having your way, then my immediate
happiness will also be completely shattered, surely you don't want that? Then please forget about me, forget about that
Swan called Dai Yi Yi Ojita ......"
I watched him open the envelope, I watched him crumple the letter paper into a ball, "Yi Yi, Yi Yi
, come out! Why, why?!" I watched as he was confused to sadness and to despair. It was dark
and his voice was muffled as he shouted '
"Goodbye!" He turned away shakily.
"Farewell forever!" I looked at his back and said goodbye in a silent and determined manner.
The legs were getting heavier, the crowd was swaying, the sky was spinning, the draped fringed curtain
fell, the lights went out, and the infinite darkness swooped in once again
Too tired to just go to sleep and not wake up. Since I've already said goodbye to him for good
this time it's really goodbye for good. I completely gave up on myself and let myself fall down and down ......
"Yi-Yi, Yi-Yi--" as if it had been a long, long couple of centuries, the continuous
The gentle call, like a mother's hand leading me home.
I struggled to open my eyelids and saw my mom in tears and joy, "Well
, well, you've made it through!" I actually slept for many days, woke up, in my body has been happening for many years
have been looking forward to the miracle. The hospital finally found an exact match of the kidney source, I did kidney transplant surgery, very
Smoothly through the dangerous period, infection, rejection period, recovery is just around the corner.
Six years ago, the joy of being selected as the "Swan Princess" for the graduation show came along with the shock of a severe
kidney disease. The doctor said that my disease needs to rely on a hormone-containing drugs to control, I just took
a few days, the immediate effect, weight gain is obvious. That graceful, lithe Augusta on stage was the result of stopping the drug for
half a month, at the cost of extra doses of hormone pills and injections after the fact.
I was rapidly morphing, and every day I washed my face I looked at the stranger in the mirror, and I couldn't
accept the sea change and never wanted to see anyone again. So my mom gave up a very
successful career and we moved to another city to be with my father and sister, who were separated from each other.
The disease was getting worse and worse, the medicines were being increased every year, and every year I was gaining weight.
The family was at a loss. Mom, dad and sister all had tests done, and the main indicators of their kidneys didn't match mine
.
Here, people who never knew me naturally accepted a slow-moving, depressed
depressed, super-fat girl. It was also only in the middle of the night that I would plug in my headphones and secretly listen to a snippet of
Swan Lake
. It felt like a release of the soul from the tired body, and it felt like he was still embracing me and dancing,
happy and beautiful like a god.
Just by closing my eyes a little, I saw swans floating across the lake. They were all girls trapped by
magic, and Ojeta led the way with a crown of flowers. When the prince raised his bow to shoot, Ojeta came to the shore
and turned into a swan girl, much to the prince's surprise. Ojeta tells the prince of her tragic story and
tells him that only faithful love will free her from the rule of the Demon King. The prince vows to love
her forever. When Ojeta and the swans are forced to float away at the behest of the Demon King, the prince holds
one of the feathers left behind by Ojeta close to his chest, determined to save the princess from her ordeal.
My body is recovering well, I sometimes gently press the spot where the wound was, and strangely, it
is not a feeling of pain, but of fire and fire and fire, not belonging to the
kidney that has given me hope and health again, and it is burning inside me
I can now sit up on my own, without the help of my mother. I sat up on my own, gazing
at the beautiful arch of my foot peeking out from my embroidered slippers, filled with joy. I could see myself in the
not-too-distant future, with a soft waist, a long neck, a chin that was no longer layered, and a little bit of a shapely
na
Even if I couldn't get back to my old self completely, I was still the happiest I'd ever been, because, at last,
Ogita had broken free of the the spell of fate and become a healthy and happy girl again.
"I wish I could meet him ah, the one who gave me a second life?" The gratitude in my heart
was so full that it spilled out of my chest.
God must have heard my wish right away and didn't hesitate for a second.
The door to the hospital room slammed open.
I felt all the sounds around me, the sound of the patient coughing in the same room, the sound of the family in the bed with me pulling the stool, the sound of the nurses yelling that they had taken their medication, all disappeared at once.
I didn't turn around, I couldn't believe it, but I knew it was him.
He took a step closer to me and stood behind me, and I smelled a hospital odor.
"Augusta!" He didn't call my name, his voice was low.
I turned my face slightly to the side, and through the lapels of the blue and white striped hospital gown, I saw gauze wrapped tightly around his body
in the same place as my open wound.
"I can't believe it!" I grunted.
"I can't believe it!" He grunted exactly the same, "I took you to the hospital, I just
wanted to save you. I had a doctor do a test and a miracle just happened."
Our voices were trembling,
and despite envisioning it more than a thousand times or ten thousand times, meeting like this still made me so happy that I
wanted to cry!
One thing he cradled in his chest was the pair of dark sapphire blue and light gold or pale pink interspersed with
satin ballet flats with a rounded toe and a high heel, complete with cross lacing.
He half-kneeled and gently removed my embroidered slippers. Carefully placing my feet into the shoes in
his embrace, they were just right, not a micron too much, not a micron too little.
He untied the long ribbon and wrapped it meticulously around and around, from the instep to the calf
belly.
While wrapping it gently and tenderly, he then said--
"I'm saving the dozens of pairs of jumped and broken shoes you snuck in to me. Every year on
the day you dance the Ojita, I go and buy the prettiest pair of ballet shoes I can find."
"I have no wish but to see you again one day and put on the most beautiful ballet shoes I bought
with my own hands."
I was at a loss for words, my mind was still blank, his way of returning the favor was just too heavy and beautiful
.
It took a year to finally let go of the hand over my face, a year to cry as much as I wanted, a year to find the courage to
gaze at him again,
a year to let him put my dancing shoes on himself, a year for my hand to wrap around his neck and embrace
a year, and probably another year for the prince and Ojita to return to Swan Lake, hand in hand again.
Six years slipped away so gently, all in the moment of being wrapped around him ......
The beautiful, peerless dancing shoes were carefully and perfectly slipped on my feet, and after tying the last of
the tiny, delicate bows, he looked at them again and again, and then he leaned down and stared at me, and then he gritted his teeth!
-
"Augusta, I've been looking for you for six years, and now you're not going to get away with it!" , after all those years I only kept a pair of Ojita showy little paws.