forced to whitewash [rebirth]

"Is the sun out?"

Bai Yu opened the bed curtain and was a little surprised by the light coming in.

It just snowed heavily yesterday, the ground was completely white, the sun shone on it and was refracted with unusually gorgeous colors, like a translucent gem, Bai Yu opened the window, and the biting cold wind hit his face head-on, stimulating him to shiver, However, the clear air after the snow is really clear and fascinating, although it is cold and refreshing.

Bai Yu took a deep breath and closed the window again. Mo Dingxuan was still sleeping. He had caught a cold and was ill for a long time. Since then, he has been paying special attention to this aspect.

He glanced out of the window again and turned to make breakfast.

The man got up about two or three hours later, washed up, exchanged good morning kisses, and had breakfast. He was in good shape today, and it was a rare fine weather. When he came back from playing in the snow hand in hand, it was almost dusk. .

Mo Dingxuan was leaning on the sofa very close to the window with tea, the golden sunset cast all over him through the window, even his dark pupils seemed to be dotted with light, Bai Yu looked at him for a while, and just wanted to say something Ordering something was interrupted by the doorbell.

He opened the door in surprise, the robot stood at the door holding the box, Bai Yu took the box in after signing for it, Mo Dingxuan was curious: "What is it?"

"It seems to be the disc player we went to buy together a few days ago?" Bai Yu was a little hesitant. They bought an audio player that Bai Yu had never seen in his previous life, and they forgot about it afterwards until today when the machine was ready and delivered to their door.

Bai Yu opened the box, and there was indeed an extremely delicate and brand-new audio player inside. The ancient design was somewhat similar to what Bai Yu remembered seeing on TV in his previous life. He clicked his tongue and followed the instructions to install the machine in the on the table, and then found out at a loss that it seemed that another disc should be purchased?

"I still think there are gifts inside." Mo Dingxuan came over and took out a gift box from the box, which contained a gift box. He studied the song title written on it for a while but didn't understand the meaning. "The words are quite out of the way. Yes, it looks like dialect."

"Put it in and listen?" Bai Yu took the disc and put it into the audio player, the delicate engraving needle began to slide the surface of the disc, and a gentle and quiet melody was played, and Mo Dingxuan listened for a while:

"Like a waltz."

Bai Yu's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the scene when he returned to Arance to find the other party. At that time, he sneaked into the palace wearing a dress and danced the whole dance with the person in front of him. Looking back now, it seems that it is also worth remembering remember.

Mo Dingxuan probably remembered the same thing, he tilted his head and laughed: "Tiantian, do you still remember that we danced together? You were still wearing a cute little skirt."

Bai Yu snorted: "I only danced with you, but I don't know how many people the Marshal has danced with."

"Don't turn over the old score," Mo Dingxuan curled his lips, and suddenly bowed gracefully, he stretched out his hand gracefully,

"Then can I invite you to dance now?"

Bai Yu raised the corners of his lips and put his hands in his palms. They walked slowly in circles to unknown dance music and the brilliance of the setting sun. The soles of the home cotton shoes stepped on the wooden floor, then on marble, and finally turned in circles onto the soft rug.

Mo Dingxuan seemed to be emotional as he held his hand:

"It seems like years have passed, but it always feels like something happened yesterday."

They embraced and turned from the living room to the balcony, the golden sunset shone on the corners of their clothes, but slipped away with their movements, Bai Yu looked into his eyes:

"We have many, many years left."

The man laughed lowly, and the gentle melody of the waltz seemed to become lighter. Mo Dingxuan leaned over and touched his lips lingeringly when the rhythm of the dance changed, like a dragonfly touching water, and then quietly parted at the next rhythm change, curling his lips:

"How many times have you stepped on my feet? You really haven't made any progress."

I didn't dance, Bai Yuxin snorted, dragged people around and turned around again:

"So what if I step on it?"

The sun was setting outside the house, and the snow was falling again sparsely, and the wind was blowing the snowflakes onto the windows. The warm lights inside the house were already on, and it became more and more warm under the soft music.

"If you insist on stepping on me on purpose, I can only step on you too."

Sure enough, Mo Dingxuan did what he said, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on his foot along the beat. Bai Yufu slandered him for being naive, but couldn't help but curled his lips:

"I didn't do it on purpose, you stepped on me on purpose."

The romantic waltz ended in the elementary school students' mutual stomping game.

As we all know, love makes people less intelligent.

The author has something to say:

There were originally six episodes related to Bai Mo, but the last cat play should not be written... Is there anything else you want to see?I will keep a blank chapter, now I have finished all five

There is another episode by Chu Xinyue