Di Ren Ji

The son can... go on freely.

After all, his 'heart' was long before this young man's face.

The permanent death of the brain may not be far away from him.

But why, for so many years, he always thinks that one day he can end his life as soon as possible, and now he wants to live again.

Probably... because, only by being alive can one really wait until a person is born, grows up, and appears in front of oneself.

Even if, their life span is really too big.

That talent had the definition of the word life for the first time, and he had been alone in the world for so long.

But what does it matter.

They are still exactly the same young, have found each other exactly the same way, and understand each other's world exactly the same way.

But even under this premise, the man with his head of white hair raised his head and quietly looked up at the sleeping sky in the same place.

until……

He really thought that there was a little 'movement' coming from the place where someone fell asleep, and it seemed that there was a little 'movement' that someone was doing something there just now.

'Sombra' stopped immediately.

His eyes are fine.

He glanced over and immediately realized that he had indeed overlooked a shadow in the flower house on the other side.

But even if it was pitch black there, when the 'black shadow' looked over, his eyes were completely taken away by the person standing there.

Because, there is a man in white clothes.

The man's eyes were still covered with a silk scarf, and the white silk scarf went around half of his face and dragged to his neck, temporarily preventing him from seeing anyone around him.

He is still doing a thing that is very "self" in the eyes of people all over the world, but every move is very beautiful.

He is dancing.

Yes, he is dancing.

But he didn't do a lot of complicated technical movements, he was more like using his own understanding to express an emotion, an artistic conception.

Even if, no one understands what he is dancing now.

But he seems to believe that what he really wants to dance, the person who understands it must also understand it.

But in fact, a certain 'black shadow' didn't understand at first, but... It was like a kind of emotional and artistic resonance, as the shadow of the white dress under the moonlight began to find the feeling from the initial warm-up.

Every movement of the man in white seems to gradually resonate with a person.

At the beginning, he was still very 'little', so he always hugged himself with his arms and bowed his head, secretly looking at others.

But he always looks up at a person, that person should be taller than him under the demonstration of his soft hands, and he is so afraid of him as a 'child'.

Later, the 'little child' grew up.

He learned to yearn, so he stepped on his feet carefully, covered the other person's eyes with his hands, and told that person who he was.

At that moment, his expression seemed to be shy, which was natural.

But as the other party waved his hand at this time and took a step back, he seemed to cover his face in 'pain' and 'lonely', and fell into a predicament until that person who was taller than him appeared again.

He was leaning against that person's arms, his face was still covered by a silk scarf, but his lips were slightly pursed and trembling, as if he really wanted to be hugged, but why couldn't he take a step forward.

But he loves that person so much from the bottom of his heart, loves his long hair, strokes with his fingers all the time, loves his face, always stares at each other all the time.

So, he told this person, let's play in the water. In the water, we are exactly the same beings, and no one can control us anymore.

But that person is gone, no one can play with him in the water every day, and he misses him so much every night.

Ah, he really misses, misses, thinks of his hands, his fingers, his face under the silk scarf, every part of his body says he really misses that person.

He really wanted that person to come back quickly, to return to his side. This kind of longing can't be anything else. This kind of longing has only one name...

The name of this longing must be love.

Because, he really likes this person with all his heart and eyes.

"..."

Such a silent 'dance'.

It can be said that it surpasses the passionate love that can be expressed in any language in the world. It should be said that his size and movingness have long been hidden in all the actions of the other party.

'Sombra' was still standing beside him motionless.

But his physical will, plus the "out of control" superimposed in the past fourteen days, is really about to completely break through his body for one person.

He knew earlier that these fourteen days were a bit difficult for him, so difficult that even though his expression was cold and normal, his heart was always grinning.

Because, his 'brain', which is always prone to losing control and going crazy, clearly cannot be separated from this person for a minute or a second, and the various 'tsunamis' in his heart are almost completely out of control this time.

Every inch of his skin, every bit of distance is like a monster in the dark, longing for someone to fall into his arms.

He desperately needed his fairy to appear in his arms right now.

Then, he was plundered, swallowed by him, and wrapped in the deep sea-like death pressure brought by his arms, otherwise he can only be a lunatic who is neither human nor ghost.

He wants to 'eat' the next person completely, whether it be eaten alive or forever, without waiting for any opportunity that may be missed, as long as he keeps the other person forever.

"..."

However, at this moment, the person in the distance has also reached the last and most critical step for himself.

Because, I saw his white clothes, which were made of silk, so light that they didn't weigh much.

The sleeves were loose and the trouser legs were soft.

When his thin body went to support the ground and bid farewell to the land he didn't like, his waist and legs seemed to bloom a flower in midair, and then...

He was right in front of a prying 'shadow', and in the depths of that person's suddenly contracting black pupils, he really flew up like a fairy flying through the clouds.

A person used his body to make a beautiful flower-like Yunliqianqiao in the sky. When his legs passed through the air, he still felt a sense of stagnation, and everything flowed like a poem.

But Yuan Xiebai really only took nine days to build the world's first Yunli Qianqiao.

Even if he had achieved this at this time, he was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

But when he fell to the ground with full movements, his feet were lightly stepping on the land and fell again.

He covered his sweaty face with a white silk scarf, his eyes, and the corners of his mouth panting irregularly finally lifted up joyfully and confidently.

But he is really happy now.

He was so happy that he wanted to give up and continue standing, so he just fell down on the spot.

Because, he is really very tired, such a carefree dance really made him so tired that he even forgot the time.

But just when he raised his head to the moon and fell down freely like a fairy who forgot his worries and troubles, a pair of hands had already caught him from behind——

"..."

In the darkness, as soon as those powerful, rebellious, and controlling hands came over, they immediately strangled his waist from behind and hugged him.

The other party seemed to be coming over at the same time.

He looked down at people with a familiar look before the 'tsunami'.

But that person didn't know why he didn't speak, but just stared at him, or wanted to 'look' off his clothes.

Therefore, even though Yuan Xiebai couldn't hear any sound, he still felt that his skin was a little uncomfortable, and it was the kind of red cloud that started to appear in the scorching heat.

But he actually guessed who it was in his first reaction.

However, he really doesn't have the strength now, he can only be looked at by that person for a long time with a dazed expression on his face, and then he puts it down a little bit.

On the beach, it was still cold and soft.

That person seems to still cover him with his body, that huge sense of pressure is really familiar and powerful... It also makes him unconsciously fall into this long-lost feeling.

But Yuan Xiebai's hands are so sore and weak now that he can't even lift them.

He was hugged and put down by the other party, and landed on the beach again.

His face was already flushed/red, and he was still blindfolded by a silk scarf, so he couldn't see anything at all. He could only talk to him when he listened to the person pressing against his hot earlobe.

"Yuan scallion white."

Very strange.

That person seldom called him that, it was the kind of person who touched his face with one hand and lowered his head from top to bottom while calling his name emotionally.

But the voice of 'Sombra' is really filled with love that makes people's cheeks turn red and hot.

This made Yuan Xiebai lie down under him.

At this time, he heard the other party's voice again with his own ears, even people like him began to close their eyes and blushed unconsciously, wanting to rub the other party's palm again.

"……Um."

Yuan Xiebai whispered hazily, playing with this person's fingers and talking with this person, even if they were not in the mood to talk.

"Give me the 'Peach Blossom River'."

"..."

"The two of us don't play in the water together."

"..."

"Let me take a good look at you tonight, and you take a good look at me tonight. After we pass tonight, we will never play in water again. We can have many, many... Different days and nights, we For the rest of my life, I just watch the other party go through these days and nights alone, okay?"

"..."

Yes or no.

It seems... there is no need to think about it at all.

Yuan Xiebai, who was blindfolded by a silk scarf, was covered in white skin like jade, and his skin was so 'thin red' that he couldn't hide it. His white shirt was undulating with his breath, and he couldn't really find it. A little strength to resist.

But he is ashamed.

I am ashamed that I seem to be ignited by the other party's word, which immediately arouses "missing" that does not conform to his personality and original intention.

He will also want to wrap around the soul and body of the other party, embrace his long hair with both hands, touch his face, and go to this lifetime appointment with him.

But fresh water is really already sea water.

Therefore, even if he is an immortal who has no desires and no desires, if he has a heart of reminiscence, how can he now have the ability to escape the love disaster tonight.

Perhaps, he came to the world in the first place to save a dragon.

He fell down from now on, just to let the dragon save his life forever, and at the same time, stay with him in this world for the rest of his life.

"……it is good."

"..."

"But... quiet... a little, and... whisper... a little... I don't want... to be heard by others..."

"..."

"The rest...what's in the 'Peach Blossom'...you can take it...or what you want, it depends on how long he takes...all..."

Before the words were finished, there was no one on the beach in Haikou.

The two of them were still lying together in the open air and basking in the moon. The dark night had fallen into a moment of complete silence. In an instant, the figure on the beach completely 'disappeared' to be together. I don't know what happened to the two inside, but with the next A second later there was the sound of something being torn apart, a pair of beige trousers...

...Finally landed in the water behind the two of them, and drifted away little by little.

At this time, a diary that was placed a little farther away was blown away along with the sound of the wind and...another sound of spring wind that was destined to 'ring' for a long time tonight...

[October 2041, 7, sunny]

Fail record XXXX times.

Today I decided to reduce the meaningless movement attempts, and began to imagine why an ancient woman would start learning dance if she was really born in the folk and lived in the court.

Generally speaking, there are two possibilities.

First, she was born with professional qualities and was physically fit to learn dancing, so she was selected into the teaching workshop to learn dancing after she was born.

Two, she had a miserable fate, she had to do things that violated the development of her body and bones since she was a child, and when she grew up, she had to show her life's dancing posture to kings, men and the whole feudal society, and became a business woman in the eyes of future generations. Some became noble concubines, some almost became dancers, and they lived a life of ups and downs.

These two possibilities mean that once an ancient woman starts to learn this thing, she will regard learning dance as her life's career. In fact, they have no choice for this career.

I respect women of any era, so, in my eyes, they do not serve the king with their beauty.

It should be said that in the face of real art, I think their sweat and hard work are more worthy of respect. This is a part of Chinese traditional culture and is worth promoting.

But I also think dance.

Especially ancient dances, when human society was first created, actually referred to

The actions of some creatures.For example, the orchid hand is imitating the blooming posture of a flower, from a bone to a full bloom.

Another example is Yanfengtai, which is the swallows spreading their wings and spinning in the air.

And, Yunli Qianqiao is actually a kind of fish, which turns over and jumps in the water, and jumps into the water. Otherwise, human beings would not do this kind of movement beyond the limit of the body.

But why these animals and plants do these actions by themselves is not a dance, the reason is very simple.

When your movements are not masculine with emotion, it is just a repetitive movement, but humans can give these movements emotion.

Whether it is a scholar waving a fan, or a noble concubine in the pepper room.

Whether it is an old man selling charcoal or an immature child.

Women who have learned to dance in all dynasties are dancing out of their own emotions.

As performers, they can also give the dance emotion, make people feel immersive, and give the dance a name. This is also the original meaning of the great art of dance that humans can create in the first place in my eyes.

Then what kind of emotion do I have in this life, and I can use it to come up with a dance of my own?

I thought about it, and then I found that there was only one emotion in my heart from beginning to end, and he was the only emotion I wanted to jump out of.

His name is Fushen.

It turns out that my dance name is Fushen.

God Fu, he is the only dance in my life.

The author has something to say:

My liver hurts a bit...

I will write in detail in the next chapter. Well, by the way, I’m sorry, there was a wedding at home yesterday, but the old people set the second floor on fire, and the house is in a mess.

But I am quite satisfied with this chapter!Thank you for your support, the two updates were released together, everyone has been waiting for a long time!