At this time, the low echo of the flute came from the distance, melodious and lingering in memories, as if lingering with infinite sadness and longing, slowly rising and twisting with the dance of the eleventh day.
Bai Zhanfeng?
Accompanying her??
Eleven was a little surprised, but he accepted it with a smile.
Accompanied by the sound of the flute, the woman's dancing posture became more and more beautiful. She seemed to be leaning down and looking up; she seemed to be coming and going, so graceful and leisurely, yet so endlessly melancholy.
Difficult to describe in words
Then the dance continued, like flying, like walking; like standing upright, like leaning, and the inadvertent movements were never out of control. The movements of the hands, eyes, and body all matched the sound of the flute. The slender robes fluttered in the wind, with long sleeves lingering
An endless stream of postures criss-crossing from left to right dances and spreads out, and the twists and turns of the body, arms and legs merge
Sheng Yeming held the wine glass to his lips for a long time without raising it again. His eyes were fixed on her for a moment, and he could no longer look away.
Suddenly, the weakness in the woman's eyes receded, and when sharpness appeared in her eyes, she saw the blue silk scattered on her shoulders, like a fire dragon, thrown into the ink jar where it had been placed. Her dance was no longer light, and the blue silk was like a flying phoenix.
She was swaying on the canvas, and large areas of ink spread out under her body, dazzling her eyes.
Again without any warning, she suddenly stopped all her movements, lifted up slightly, and stood on her toes. As everyone marveled, she spun away, spinning at an astonishing speed without stopping.
The blue gauze on his face flew down in the rotation, as if it had floated into someone's hand. Shiyi had no time to pay attention to it, and he did it in one fell swoop.
Bai Zhanfeng's flute sound disappeared at some point, and when Eleven stopped everything, he could no longer hear the rhythm that belonged to him.
With her face uncovered, Eleven did not look back at the people under the banquet, for fear that they would recognize who she was.
Suddenly, the familiar scent of sandalwood hit her nostrils. Eleven was startled. The moment she raised her head, a gauze hat was gently placed on her head.
Through the gauze, in her eyes was his slight smile
Long Lilie
When Wuhen Huachi pulled the canvas from left to right and presented it in front of people, everyone was stunned.
On the canvas, the echoes of red and black are a vivid picture of national celebration. Under the city walls and palace gates decorated with lights, men, women and children of all shapes and sizes are grinning and looking up at the festive fireworks in the sky. Look carefully.
Looking at it, the blooming fireworks unexpectedly formed four big red characters: Prosperity and Prosperity