Work for my aunt and her two daughters in exchange for tuition. A senior went back to school to study
. The classmates played masks and kicked, and the senior and the little Cinderella danced for a while, and the tacit understanding was incredible.
When the clock struck midnight, my sister was rushing home to do the housework, so she left her MP3 (not a crystal slipper, but an MP3).
The man took the initiative and must find her.
In the dance competition, they danced again, detonating the enthusiasm of the audience, and the heroine finally won the school invitation or full scholarship.
Personally I like the part where they danced together in the dance studio, very loving. (It is a metaphor that only famous people can be seen, and no-ones can only dance alone in the dark room. There is no audience, no applause, as if there is no meaning.)
And I saw a mother who loves her children very much. She loves her children very much. , but only doting, not a good mother to help children grow up. I don't like such people.
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