wavenovel Chapter 32, Yoga, Position
Chapter 32, Yoga, Position
Gao Huan stood there, watching the car's taillights disappear into the night.
Yangyang Jin came up from behind and handed him her coat: "Brother Huan, what did he want to see you about?"
"Invite a song."
Yangyang Jin was stunned for a moment: "You agreed?"
"I agreed."
Yangyang Jin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Gao Huan's expression, she swallowed her words.
Gao Huan got into the car, leaned back in his seat, and took out his phone.
On WeChat, Meng Ziyi sent a message: "Brother Huan, I've arrived at the apartment. I watched you practice your sword today, you looked so cool. Waiting for you to come back~"
He replied with a single word: "Okay."
Chen Duling sent a message: "Brother Huan, I saw a news report today saying that 'The Coffin in the Mountain' is going to hold a celebration banquet on the 20th?"
He replied with two words: "Yes."
Naza sent a message: "Brother, I filmed a crying scene today. I cried for a long time, and my eyes are all swollen."
He replied with two words: "Thank you for your hard work, you're the best!"
Lock the screen and put the phone in your pocket.
As the car drove into the night, Chang'an Avenue was wide and empty, with streetlights passing overhead one by one.
Gao Huan closed his eyes, and the melody of a song came to mind.
It's not "The Nameless Man" that just came to mind, but another song: "Ambition".
He opened his eyes, took out his phone, opened the notes app, and typed two lines.
Welcome to this desolate forest.
The rules are for the sake of fighting for a pure land
Use pure white gauze to conceal your coy ambitions.
After seeing the river, there are beautiful stars.
He looked at the words and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Gao Huan locked the screen and put the phone aside.
……
At 9:30 p.m., Gao Huan returned to his apartment.
When the door was pushed open, the motion-sensor lights in the hallway were already off, and a dim yellow light shone from the direction of the living room.
On the shoe cabinet in the entryway sat his familiar white sneakers, next to which was the long white down jacket Meng Ziyi was wearing today, casually draped over a hanger, with half of its scarf lying on the floor.
He bent down to pick up the scarf, hung it up, changed his shoes, and went inside.
Meng Ziyi was nestled on the sofa, wearing his T-shirt, the neckline of which was too big and slipped down to reveal one of his shoulders.
Her hair was still damp and hanging loose, and her makeup had been removed, leaving her face as clean as a freshly washed porcelain bowl.
She was looking at her phone; the screen showed a yoga instruction video, and a yoga mat was already laid out on the living room carpet next to her.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up and smiled at him.
"Brother Huan, you're back."
"Um."
Gao Huan walked over, sat down on the armrest of the sofa, and glanced down at her phone screen.
In the video, a woman in tight-fitting sportswear is doing downward-facing dog pose. The sound is turned down so low that only the indistinct English instructions can be heard.
"What made you decide to practice yoga?" he asked.
Meng Ziyi raised the phone a little higher so that he could also see the screen:
"Didn't you say today that the stretching during knife practice wasn't comprehensive enough? Yoga can help improve your core strength and flexibility."
I was thinking... I can keep you company when you practice.
She paused here, lowering her voice slightly, as if casually adding:
"Anyway, I don't want to be the one who just waits for you to come back."
Gao Huan glanced at her.
This statement sounded like self-deprecation, but there was a hint of cautious probing in her tone; she wanted to occupy a larger place in his life.
There's still time in the bed.
"Then practice for a while." Gao Huan stood up, walked to the coffee table, poured a glass of water, and said, "I'm writing a new song, and I just had an inspiration."
Meng Ziyi gave a sweet laugh, turned over, climbed off the sofa, and stood on the yoga mat.
She was wearing his T-shirt, the neckline so large it barely covered anything, and the hem just covering her upper thighs.
She posed in front of her phone screen, took a deep breath, looked at him with a hint of admiration, and then began her actions.
The first pose is Mountain Pose, where you stand with your hands clasped together.
She did a fairly good job, with straight legs, upright back, and a slightly tucked chin.
But as she raised her arms, the hem of her T-shirt slid up, revealing a section of her waistline, and her skin glowed softly under the warm yellow light.
Gao Huan leaned back on the sofa, holding a water glass, watching without saying a word.
The second movement is the cat-cow pose, where you are on all fours and move your spine segment by segment.
She was working hard, but she wasn't using the right technique. When she arched her back, her pelvis tilted too far forward, and when she tightened her muscles, her shoulder blades weren't open.
"Tighten your waist a little," Gao Huan said.
Meng Ziyi made some adjustments.
"Not enough, the ribs shouldn't flare outwards."
She adjusted it again, and this time it was a little better, but her shoulders were still too tight.
Gao Huan put down his water glass, walked over, and squatted down next to her.
Press her lower back with your right hand to straighten her pelvis, and place your left hand on her shoulder blade to guide her to pull back.
"Breathe," he said. "Inhale and extend your spine; exhale and tighten your core."
Mencius did as she was told, but her breathing was unsteady.
Because his hand was on her waist, the warmth came through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, and his fingertips pressed slightly on the muscles on both sides of her spine.
She knew Gao Huan was correcting her movements.
His gaze was focused and calm, his attention entirely on the details of the movements, as if the atmosphere held no hint of romance.
But her body wouldn't listen to her.
"Brother Huan," she called softly.
"Um."
"Your hands are so hot."
Gao Huan paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand.
He stood up, took a step back, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.
"continue."
Meng Ziyi bit her lip and continued.
The next pose is Downward-Facing Dog.
She transitions from the cat-cow pose, placing her hands on the ground, raising her hips, and folding her body into an inverted V shape.
She didn't do this movement very well; her heels couldn't touch the ground, her shoulders were too tight, and her back wasn't stretched.
Gao Huan stood by and watched for a while, then said, "Your center of gravity is too far forward. Step back a little."
Meng Ziyi tried to move backward, but her shoulders and back were not strong enough, and her arms began to tremble as soon as she shifted her weight backward.
"This muscle isn't enough," Gao Huan pointed to her posterior deltoid muscle in her shoulder. "You should work on it more."
Meng Ziyi stepped out of the Downward-Facing Dog pose and sat on the ground. She was a little tired and looked up at him while panting.
"Brother Huan."
"Um……"
"Do you only see me as a lover?"
The living room fell silent for a moment.
"What do you think?" Gao Huan asked in return.
Meng Ziyi's eyes reddened.
But she didn't cry; she held it in.
"I think... if Nazha hadn't met you first, the outcome might have been different."
Gao Huan smiled slightly, a hint of helplessness in his expression. "Perhaps."
"I understand." Meng Ziyi lowered her head, her voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself.
Gao Huan looked at the top of her head, remained silent for a few seconds, and then patted her head.
Then he spoke.
"How many moves did you practice today?"
Meng Ziyi paused for a moment.
"Mountain Pose, Cat-Cow Pose, Downward-Facing Dog Pose."
Her voice was muffled, "There's still one more warrior form that I didn't have time to complete."
"Let's finish it first and then talk about it."
Meng Ziyi raised his head and looked at him.
Gao Huan's expression remained calm, but his eyes softened.
"Didn't you want to practice with me?"
He said, "Then let's finish today's practice."
The wind from outside seeped in through the cracks in the window, causing the curtains to sway slightly.
The water glasses on the coffee table were still steaming, and the rising white steam slowly dissipated between the two people.
Then they started discussing the SIM card issue, whether to switch from China Mobile to China Unicom, and which one has a better signal.