mijobooks Chapter 17 Nazha's Life Lottery and Dance
Chapter 17 Nazha's Life Lottery and Dance
Gao Huan looked at the excited, flushed face on the screen and smiled slightly: "Everything's normal now."
Nazha was taken aback: "How did you know?"
"You're laughing so happily, what else could it be but this?"
Naza pouted, wanting to refute, but found that she really didn't have anything to refute.
She took a deep breath, and her eyes suddenly reddened.
"The doctor said the recovery is going exceptionally well, even better than expected."
My heart function is completely normal now. From now on, I just need to take my medication as prescribed and have regular check-ups. There's no need to worry anymore.
As she spoke, her voice began to tremble.
"Gao Huan, thank you."
She spoke those words softly, yet with great weight.
The two people on either side of the screen fell silent for a few seconds.
Gao Huan remained silent.
He knew what Nazha was thanking.
Two years ago, Nazha's father was diagnosed with a heart problem and needed surgery as soon as possible.
The surgery and subsequent treatment will cost more than two million yuan in total.
At that time, Nazha had just debuted, her salary was not high, and her savings were limited.
Her father's medical insurance reimbursement rate was also low, and even after the family pooled their money, they were still far from meeting the required amount.
She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep at night, but she was too embarrassed to ask others for money.
At that time, she and Gao Huan had only been together for a short time, and she didn't want him to think that she was after his money.
But Gao Huan still found out.
He didn't ask her why she didn't tell him, nor did he say those pointless things like "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He transferred the money directly to her account.
The two million was mostly won by him when he went to Europe to watch football after he became an adult.
He didn't ask a single question.
When Nazha received the bank's text message, she was completely stunned.
She called, but the phone rang for a long time before being answered.
Gao Huan's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something insignificant: "Tell me if it's not enough."
Naza was crying so hard she couldn't speak on the other end of the phone.
Gao Huan didn't comfort her; he just listened quietly.
After she finished crying, he said, "Go get the surgery. Don't wait any longer. The sooner the better."
Then it hung up.
Naza later learned that Gao Huan didn't have that much cash on hand at that time.
Part of that two million was borrowed from Li Xue.
To raise the money, he couldn't even afford to buy new clothes during that period, and always wore the same few black T-shirts and hoodies when he went out.
But he never mentioned these things to her.
Not a single word was mentioned.
"Gao Huan."
Naza's voice pulled Gao Huan back from his memories.
"Um."
Do you know how touched I was?
Gao Huan looked at her without saying a word.
Naza wiped away her tears and smiled.
She was laughing so hard, as if she was trying to hold back her tears with a smile.
"I'm telling you, I'm going to dance for you."
Gao Huan raised an eyebrow: "Now?"
"Now, right now!"
Naza stood up, leaned her phone against the bedside table, and took a few steps back.
She was wearing a loose white T-shirt, her hair was down, and she was barefoot on the carpet in the room.
There was no music, no lights, and no audience.
It was just her and him on the other side of the screen.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to undress.
When she opened her eyes again, her entire aura had changed.
She wasn't the girl who had been acting coquettishly just now, but a real dancer.
She slowly raised her slender arm, her fingertips trembling slightly, like a butterfly tentatively spreading its wings before emerging from its cocoon.
With a slight twist of her waist, the hem of her T-shirt fluttered up, revealing a slender, fair waistline.
Her body proportions are excellent, with long legs, a slim waist, and smooth shoulder and neck lines like a white swan.
Even in loose clothing, her shapely figure was still undeniable.
The fabric at the chest was stretched into a perfect curve, the waist was cinched to create a smooth silhouette, and below that were rounded hips and straight, long legs.
At Gao Huan's request, she in this timeline never dieted to lose weight; instead, she frequently exercised to maintain her figure.
She started to move.
The first movement is the "neck shift," which is the most common movement in Xinjiang dance.
Its neck moved nimbly from side to side, like a snake slithering to the sound of an invisible flute.
She performed the movement with extreme naturalness, controlling her neck muscles with precision down to the millimeter. Each movement was clean and crisp, without the slightest unnecessary tremor.
Then he flipped his wrist, his fingertips gently tracing the air, as if caressing something unseen.
Her fingers were long and slender, with pale red nail polish that shimmered softly under the warm yellow light.
Her arms moved with such fluidity, as if they had no bones, yet each stretch was imbued with power.
Her body rose and fell with the rhythm, her waist swaying softly like a willow branch swaying in the wind.
The white T-shirt clung to her body as she moved, outlining the full curves of her chest and the smooth lines of her waist.
She spun around.
Her hair swung up, like a black flag unfurling in the night wind.
Her hair drew an arc in the air, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and neck, making her face appear even whiter.
Her features were exceptionally striking at that moment. Thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, and full, red lips—it was a beauty with an exotic flair and an aggressive allure.
But at this moment, there was no aggression in those big eyes.
Only gentleness.
Only attachment.
There is only a certainty and charm in her expression that says, "This is the only way I'll ever dance for you in my life."
Her waist bent down, and her upper body arched backward, forming a graceful arc.
The T-shirt was pulled tight, clinging to her body, revealing her firm, flat stomach and the faint outline of her abs.
Her smooth skin gleamed with an ivory-like sheen under the light.
Her arms were outstretched to the sides, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she were embracing something unseen.
Then she slowly brought her arms together, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and bowed her head slightly, performing a standard Xinjiang dance closing movement.
The person quieted down, like a flower closing its petals in the night.
She danced with effortless grace in just two minutes.
There was no music, but she had a rhythm in her heart.
Every movement is perfectly timed to that unseen rhythm, precise yet relaxed.
When she stopped, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her smooth forehead.
A faint blush rose to her cheeks, whether from dancing or from shyness, it was hard to tell.
She looked up at the phone camera.
There was a thin layer of mist in her big eyes, and her gaze was so charming that it seemed like it was about to drip water.
She looked at the man on the other side of the screen, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, revealing a smile with a hint of coquetry.
That smile held a hint of anticipation, a touch of candor, a hint of seduce, and a hint of tenderness, a hint of willingness to do anything for you.
"How are you?" she asked softly, with a slight panting in her voice.
Gao Huan looked at her, and after two seconds, said two words: "Beautiful."
Naza bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said something that surprised him.
"You can record a video."
Gao Huan looked at her.
I'm serious.
Naza blushed slightly, but her tone was serious, "You can record it. You can watch it whenever you want, I'm willing to do anything for you."
Gao Huan was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.
She smiled faintly, but the beauty mark at the corner of her eye curved slightly.
"I won't record it," he said.
Why?
"Because you'll jump even better next time."
Naza paused for a moment, then laughed.
As I laughed, tears started falling again.
She sniffed hard, picked up her phone, and brought it very close to her nose.
"Gao Huan."
"Um."
Will you always be by my side?
Gao Huan stared at the expectant face on the screen and remained silent for two seconds.
"meeting."
Naza smiled, a very satisfied smile, like a child who had just received candy.
She clutched her phone, burrowed under the covers, revealing only half her face and her eyes.
"I'll hang up now. Goodnight."
"Good night."
She didn't hang up.
Gao Huan didn't die either.
The two of them looked at each other quietly across the screen.
Naza's eyes still had tears in them, but she didn't cry.
She looked at Gao Huan as if he were a lost treasure that had been found again.
After a long time, she said softly.
"Thank you, Gao Huan."
Then she reached out and gently touched the screen.
It felt like she was touching his face.
Gao Huan also touched the screen with his finger.
The fingertips of the two people overlapped in the same spot across the screen.
Naza laughed and hung up the phone.
The screen went dark.
Gao Huan put down his phone and lay down on the bed.
The light shadows on the ceiling swayed slightly.
He closed his eyes.
The image of Nazha dancing just now is in my mind.
Barefoot, she twirled on the carpet, her hair flying in the air, her smile as bright as sunshine.
He remembered how she cried on the phone two years ago, unable to speak.
She remembered how she cried all night while holding him when she later found out how they had managed to scrape together those two million.
I remember the serious, almost obsessive tone in her voice when she said, "I'll be yours for the rest of my life."
Gao Huan opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
He is not a saint.
He didn't think too much when he did those things.
I just feel that if someone is about to drown in front of you, and you have the ability to help them, then you should.
That's it.
But now it seems that for Nazha, it was more than just a weapon.
That was a life.
It was her father's fate, and also a part of her life that was saved.
Gao Huan turned over and slowly closed his eyes.
Outside the window, the night in Beijing was as dark as ink.
The lights of the China World Trade Center in the distance are still on, like a sleepless sea.
Meanwhile, in BJ Gulnazar's sister's apartment, Gulnazar was holding her phone, watching the video of Gao Huan saying "yes" over and over again.
She took a screenshot and saved it to an encrypted album.
The album is called "A Lifetime".
……
After hanging up the phone, Nazha immediately turned off the light, hugged the phone to her chest, and stared into the darkness.
My heart is still pounding.
She thought for a while, then picked up her phone again, opened the video in her photo album, and a screenshot she had just taken.
The image freezes on the moment her hair flies up as she spins, her white T-shirt lifted by the wind, revealing a glimpse of her waistline.
She stared at the photo for a long time.
Then she opened Gao Huan's chat window.
My finger hovered over the screen for about ten seconds before typing out the line of text, one character at a time.
"Baba, I miss you. Can I come over now?"
The moment she sent it, her face burned intensely.
But the message has already been sent and cannot be taken back.
She held her phone to her chest, stared at the ceiling, and breathed heavily as if she had just run 800 meters.
Less than ten seconds later, my phone vibrated.
She turned it over to look at it.
"Okay, do you need me to pick you up?"
Her heart skipped a beat.
His fingers flew across the keyboard: "No need, I'll drive my sister's car."
The reply came instantly: "Okay, drive carefully."
When Nazha jumped out of bed, she almost tripped over the blanket.
She was barefoot on the carpet, frantically rummaging through her suitcase.
First, he pulled out a beige trench coat, but then thought it was too formal and tossed it aside.
I pulled out a black knitted cardigan, tried it on, but felt it was too plain.
Finally, she stood in front of the mirror, wearing only that white T-shirt and light blue jeans.
Her hair was loose, she had just finished dancing and hadn't had time to remove her makeup yet, her eyelashes were still curled, and there was still a bit of lipstick left on her lips.
She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath.
I'm not changing it.
that's it.
She grabbed the car keys—her sister's car, the white BMW that had come from the airport, the keys were on the cabinet in the apartment's entryway—slipped on a pair of flats, opened the door, and ran out.
One by one, the motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on, and the sound of her running footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
The elevator was taking too long, so she pressed the button three times and finally decided to take the stairs.
The twelfth floor.
The sound of high heels clattered in the stairwell, like a rapid drumbeat.
When she arrived at the parking lot, she found the white BMW, opened the door, got in, and started the engine.
The car roared out of the parking space, its tires screeching briefly on the ground.
The navigation shows that it takes forty minutes to get to Gao Huan's apartment from here if there is no traffic.
It's almost 1 a.m. now.
No traffic jams.
Naza propped her phone up on the air vent and glanced at the message: "Okay, drive carefully."
She didn't look back, and stepped on the gas.
The car drove onto Chang'an Avenue.
The capital city was as quiet as a ghost town in the dead of night. Chang'an Avenue was unbelievably wide, and streetlights swept overhead one after another, casting a flowing shadow on the windshield.
Naza gripped the steering wheel, humming a song softly.
It wasn't any popular song; it was a tune she made up herself, with just a few syllables repeated over and over, like something a child learns in kindergarten.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, and the corners of her mouth remained turned up.
She drove for 32 minutes on a 40-minute journey.
She overtook three cars along the way and ran two yellow lights—no, the first one was yellow, and she wasn't sure if the second one had already turned red.
She parked her car in the underground parking garage below Gao Huan's apartment building, turned off the engine, and took three deep breaths while sitting in the driver's seat.
Then I opened the car door, got into the elevator, and pressed the floor button.
As the elevator ascended, she looked at her reflection in the elevator door.
Her hair was a little messy, her eyes were incredibly bright, and she still had a bit of lipstick on her lips.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then thought it was unnecessary.
Arrived.
The elevator doors opened, and the corridor was quiet. The carpet was thick, and there was not a sound when you stepped on it.
She walked to the door, raised her hand, and hovered her knuckles three centimeters in front of the door panel.
Take a deep breath.
I knocked.
Three taps, neither too light nor too heavy.
The door opened almost immediately.
Gao Huan stood at the door, wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt. Her hair was unkempt, hanging limply over her forehead. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed, or perhaps she hadn't slept at all.
He saw Nazha, didn't say anything, and turned to the side.
The moment Nazha stepped through the door, she pounced on her.
She hooked her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, and clung to him like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.
Gao Huan was knocked back a step by her, and with one hand he held her waist while the other closed the door.
"Baba, I missed you." Her voice was muffled, coming from the crook of his shoulder, carrying a hint of grievance, a hint of coquetry, and a hint of relief after running for thirty-two minutes in the night.
Gao Huan gently patted her waist without saying a word.
Naza lifted her face from his shoulder, took a half step back, and looked up at him.
The motion-sensor lights in the hallway went out, leaving only a dim, yellowish light coming from the direction of the living room.
Her face appeared exceptionally white in the darkness, her eyes exceptionally bright, and the last trace of red on her lips exceptionally vivid.
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Gao Huan's hand slid from her waist to her back, his fingertips able to touch the bra clasp through her thin T-shirt.
He didn't use force, nor did he push him away.
Naza's lips slid from his lips to his chin, and then to his earlobe, her breath warm, her voice low as if she were talking in her sleep.
"Baba..."
Gao Huan's fingers tightened slightly.
The night breeze outside the window stirred the curtains, and the shadows of the streetlights flickered on the walls.
Downstairs at the apartment building, the white BMW sat quietly in its parking space, its headlights not yet fully cooled.
The lights on one of the floors upstairs were still on.
The night suddenly felt longer.