Mo Sichen sat in the last corner of the auditorium, looking at the crowd of people wearing masks and dancing happily in fancy costumes. He wore no makeup, wearing his most normal white shirt and dark suit pants to attend his last campus event as a student.

The auditorium, which was supposed to be solemn, was warmly decorated with ribbons and strips that filled the ceiling, decorating the incandescent tubes with five-colored colors.

The campus band on the small stage is playing unrestrainedly, swaying its youth to the fullest.

This is the graduation party of the 2010 class of F University, a century-old school in Haicheng, which was held into a masquerade ball by the whimsical ideas of young people.

The hall was fully air-conditioned, but the high enthusiasm of the crowd still made Mo Sichen a little unable to sit still, those figures that swirled and shuttled made him a little dizzy, and he stood up and was about to leave, when suddenly the blue light flashed in front of him, and a woman wearing a long aqua blue dress and a mask was already standing.

"Sir, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?" the girl's voice was gentle and gentle, her gaze fixed on his face, and her blue makeup seemed to cool the air.

With such a soft voice, what kind of face will it be behind the mask? Mo Sichen politely bent over and hugged the girl into his arms, thinking about this question in his heart.

This was an occasion that Mo Sichen rarely attended, and he only heard that it was a medium-tempo waltz, and the melody was something he had never heard before.

His gaze swept over the girl's shoulders and looked at the couples who were shuttling around them, felt a flower in front of him, stepped on the wrong beat, and looked down at the woman in front of him with a slight apology.

The girl tilted her head slightly, her back straightened, her posture was very graceful, and with the light rotation of the music, the dance steps that should have been taken by the boys and the girls, but at this moment she was already in the lead, and the left hand on his shoulder gently pulled and slowed, raised her right hand and took it, and made a rotation under the crook of his arm, turning his steps back.

Mo Sichen leaned over slightly and whispered with a chuckle, "What is this piece called?"

The girl's eyes flashed softly, staring into his eyes, and her voice was soft: "Masquerade." ”

I don't know if it's his delusion, the girl's palm is getting hotter and hotter, with a damp breath, is she sweating?

The sparkle in her eyes seemed to grow warmer and warmer, slowly as if she were immersed in water, as if droplets would drip in the blink of an eye.

"Do I know you, what's your name?" Mo Sichen asked again, suddenly feeling a little unbearable for her to be too focused on his face, with some lingering affection that he couldn't understand.

The girl suddenly raised his left hand lightly, and her body spun lightly under the crook of his arm, as if to say something, but before Mo Sichen could hear it clearly, she had already turned back to the position facing him, with a smile in her misty eyes.

The dance music seemed to be about to end, perhaps because the song was already tinged with a touch of sadness, Mo Sichen's chest was suddenly filled with sorrow, and he leaned over slightly and asked, "Can you take off the mask?"

The girl shook her head and let go of her hand, bent her knees slightly in the hem of her skirt, and turned and quickly left in the final note of the piece.

Mo Sichen stood in place, looking at the blue figure that was fading away in the crowd.

The host suddenly announced that he had entered a special session: "A special guest would like to present the only song of the night for this beautiful, melancholy and loveless night, to a certain gentleman who is about to graduate, please listen." ”

The crowd suddenly came to a standstill.

The backstage door opened, and the aqua blue figure that was still in his arms just now walked onto the stage, Mo Sichen's eyes crossed the crowd and bet there, and the girl's gaze on the stage boldly glanced at the field, and finally stopped in his direction, which actually made his heart lose a beat inexplicably.

"She seems to be looking over here," the classmate in the room chattered gossipingly, "This sea princess mask she wears is so beautiful, ah, who will be the one she wants to sing?"

The music sounded, and the interlude was so familiar, wasn't it the dance he had just danced?

The girl on the stage slowly brought the microphone to her lips, her eyes looked persistently in his direction, and when someone turned her head to look at her, the song began on the stage.

"I wear a veil and a head set with fake diamonds,

Take part in this long-awaited masquerade,

I knew it would be my only chance,

Opposite to what you are familiar with but unfamiliar,

……”

What kind of sad and tactful voice is this, Mo Sichen was stunned when he heard it, and he only felt that every sentence was like crying in his ears.

"Please don't ask me to expose the beautiful hypocrisy,

I'm afraid to see a faint regret in your eyes,

When the music is over I'm going to leave you,

……”

Maybe there was sound around, maybe there was no sound, maybe after a long time, when Mo Sichen heard the long tail note of the soundtrack in his ears, a long-term question passed, and suddenly remembered a person, his heart moved slightly, and he stepped unconsciously under his feet, moving away from the crowd and moving in the direction of the stage.

When he walked to the center of the dance hall, the people on the stage lifted the hem of their skirts, looked at him deeply at him the moment they turned, and there seemed to be water in their eyes, and then she hid behind the small door of the backstage.

The host took the microphone and said with a smile: "The song just now is dedicated by Miss Hailanlan to the only, forever, dear Mr. Mo Sichen. ”

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Note: The lyrics are from "The Masquerade"

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