✅MIRAGE [ English Version ]

Ch - 1. When the curtain falls

MIRAGE
YIZHAN -Wattpad
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The little black haired man's eyes shone as he watched the man on the stage. His smile was immense, so much so that his two perfect white buck teeth stood out.

He watched the man swing through the air with unique grace, turning his body with great flexibility and elegance. He loved to watch him dance through the air while he held on to those ropes.

For the little boy this was so pleasant and exciting that he couldn't help but get lost. His little hands clung, gently laying on the sides of his seat as his excitement grew.

The background music, the lights, the colors and that charming and beautiful acrobat, all this was mixed in a masterful and magical way allowing the viewer to be transported to a world of fantasy and dream.

When the event came to an end, the little black-haired boy stood up from his seat full of excitement and with enthusiasm. He clapped his hands and jumped slightly with his big, dark eyes shining.

No matter how many times he saw this show, his reaction would always be the same. He would always enjoy the magic that performance offered, he would always love to see his father showing himself so beautiful, so talented, so unique.

- Great!.- The little one ran towards the stage.- It was great!

- Did you like the rehearsal, Zhan Zhan? - One of the dancers approached the little boy.

- It was great.

- What did you like the most? - Entre closed his eyes. - I think I know what it was...

- I liked everything.- He extended his arms.- But what I loved most was dad's performance.- He raised his head to watch his father who was slowly descending.

- There is no doubt that you are my biggest fan.- Xiao Hei completely descended before his son

- When can I do it too? - The little boy clung to his father's waist.

- Very soon, you just have to train.

- I can do it now.- He pouted.- I'm already 9 so I'm strong enough to do it.

- I'm not talking about strength.- He stroked his son's hair. - I'm talking about training, even the strongest must be instructed.

- But I've trained enough.

- This child is as stubborn as his mother.- He denied.

- You always say I look like mom but I say I look like you.

- You look like your mother. - He took his face in his hands and smiled. - You are her spitting image and it is something I appreciate. She is no longer here so she allows me to see her through you.- He smiled sadly.

- I'm sorry dad, I didn't want to make you sad..

- I'm not sad. - He lifted his son in his arms, making him surround his waist with his legs.- Do you want to fly like dad? - He smiled. - Then we'll return.

The little boy's laughter filled that lonely amphitheater. Those present watched with smiles as father and son turned and moved gracefully through the air.

It was common to see the young artist playing with his son in this way, everyone knew the love that Xiao Hei felt for his family.

The young Xiao Hei came from a long line of artists, acrobats, dancers, theater, among other things. The Xiao family was born to be on stage.