When Lin Xinyin danced, it was the noisy crowd at the back of the square, and they couldn't help but stop talking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoEven if they couldn't see the characters on the stage, they could at least be amazed to hear the wonderful music of the Qing business, and they could see the slender figures dancing like flying fairies on the stage to the accompaniment of singing.

A brief silence was followed by exclamations and loud shouts of applause.

I don't know who started shouting this cheer, and then two, four, and eight...... The sound was passed on like a snowball, and when the small half of the crowd began to applaud in unison, the cheers shouted by an unknown amount of lung capacity were as loud as thunder, and rushed to the front desk like a huge wave, and even the branches and leaves of the willow trees beside the square seemed to tremble everywhere they passed.

The sound of one after another ignited the enthusiasm of the audience like lightning and held up the first ** of tonight's atmosphere.

"Okay, good, good......" The former young master who was sitting in the best viewing position was stunned, he subconsciously shook his head and clapped his hands, and his mouth opened wide like dropping something and threw out one incoherent word after another. He only knew that Yuan's eyes were wide open and he stared at the girl Fengzi who was flying like the wind on the stage, his greedy and wriggling nose seemed to smell the faint fragrance coming from the wind, and his fluttering thoughts suddenly didn't know where to fly to heaven with the wind, so that he couldn't tell whether the shouts of himself, others or the crowd behind him were shouting one after another. It seemed that after another moment, his head had been lost in the Yaochi Wonderland, and he didn't even know whether the mouth, nose, eyes, and even the hands, hands, legs and legs that grew on his face were not his organs.

And the white sugar next to him, just seeing Lin Xinyin's front from a distance, he already felt a tightness in his heart, and he looked uncomfortable with a frown and a tense face, as if he was poked by the scorching eyes of the pretty roses on the stage. When the girl dancing lightly on the stage blew a graceful spring breeze that swept the audience, she felt as if she had been hit by hail, and she was unhappy from her face to her heart. When she caught a glimpse of Young Master Qian, she had already looked stupid, and suddenly there was a fire burning in the depths of her heart. She looked away angrily, and instead secretly glanced at the handsome face of Liu Qianli, who was accompanied on the stage, and listened to the melodious singing music calmly, and then said with four points of appreciation and six points of artifice: "This piece is also very good......

For a while, no one responded to her screams. Bai Tang, who was so angry, turned her head to look, and saw that Young Master Qian's eyes were still staring at the girl on the stage, looking like a fool who applauded and clapped her hands, she was immediately embarrassed and anxious, and simply dragged Young Master Qian's sleeves with both hands and pulled and pulled, frowning and pouting, and let out a long exhale, in a vain attempt to pull back the soul that was lost somewhere: "Xianggong, Xianggong......"

"Huh? Oh! Oh! "Young Master Qian, who is daydreaming, the soul of the right talent is lingering in the clusters of colorful fairies, and he is suddenly dragged back to the world by the uninteresting white sugar, which will inevitably be a little confused and chaotic. When he finally came back to his senses, he was very unhappy when he saw Bai Sugar's face, so he quickly recalled for a while, as if he remembered what she had said, but at this moment he didn't have the slightest impression, so he simply said perfunctorily: "What did you say just now......?" Oh, oh, yes, yes, it's a really good dance......! With that, he quickly turned his gaze to the stage, for fear that he would miss the dancing style of the beautiful woman on the stage for a while.

"It's okay there......" Bai Tang found that Young Master Qian didn't even hear his own words clearly, and almost exploded on the spot. After a short period of sulking, she squeezed around the stupid nerd like a bewitching and aggrieved kitten, and at the same time looked at the dancing posture of the girl on the stage with considerable dissatisfaction.

At this moment, under the accompaniment of a sudden burst of singing music, Lin Xinyin's figure suddenly waved violently like a storm. The angry white sugar looked at the heroic sword dance of the girl on the stage who became as fast as the wind in an instant, and was surprised, but he was very unwilling to pick the thorn and said: "It's as fast as a ghost, what's so beautiful......

"Good-looking, good-looking." Young Master Qian's eyes were still fixed on the girl on the stage, and he didn't even glance at the white sugar beside him, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "You don't understand, this is called art ......"

"Humph!" Bai Tang was completely angry and didn't even want to speak. Of course, she knew that Young Master Qian admired that art, but what could she do at the moment? She could only move her delicate body closer to Young Master Qian's unconscious arm, and at the same time lowered her head and began to think about some ideas.

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After a while, Liu Qianli, who played a supporting role as an accompaniment on the stage, quietly changed his swift and violent finger wind, turning into a Yingyingxi wind that gracefully turned around and pushed the silk strings on the pipa. As a result, the sonorous music that originally sounded like a cracked silk and a broken bottle of silver paste turned into a light and delicate night breeze, as if to send a moment of tenderness to the hero returning from the expedition.

Every melody in this melodious music is like an insignificant drop of water, fearlessly hitting the bluestone that stands in the way in the three-thousand-foot flying stream, stirring up the most accentuate of life's splash, falling into the silent deep pool, with the gurgling stream flowing through the changes of time and environment, in the intoxicating silent night, with the former warmth and elegance of the third solution of the short song:

"Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart. But for the sake of the king, Shen has been chanting so far. ”

When this pure sound and elegant song ripples through the layers of mist that swirls with the wind in the center of the stage, it is also the moment when the heroic wind slows down. In order to successfully complete the swift first rapid dance, Lin Xinyin even used the pupil technique twice. After surviving the initial difficulty, it was time for the next light and soft sword dance, which was also a rare respite for her. She had heard the melodious melodies of the tune, and was amazed that Yanagi's accompaniment could match her dancing so seamlessly. With the help of a swirling and fluttering movement, she quietly glanced at Liu Qianli in the corner on the other side, but it happened to meet the smile sent from his flowing eyes.

In this moment of looking at each other, she seemed to feel a beautiful soft feeling. At this time, the moon is like water, and under the cornices and corners, the amber light shines brightly; The willow shade is like a mist, on the stone corridor platform, the fairy music of Yaochi is playing. Fueled by the melodious light songs, in the clusters of light fragrance and fragrance that rose from the fluttering, she was a little confused by the use of the pupil technique three times, and vaguely had the illusion of being lost in the beautiful illusion of Fangze Youjia and the rhyme of incense.

This illusion made her unconsciously intoxicated, temporarily forgetting her previous identity and troubles, and also let the skirt Qionghua that flew up like a frightening wave slowly fall with the soft chant of the piano music, until it shattered into a faint moon blue, like the petals of the quiet pool shaken by a gentle trade wind.

After a few moments, even the gentle trade winds stopped. She was already standing still, like a drop of delicate and sleepy night dew, slowly leaning her waist slightly in the fluttering fairy music. Her right arm was stretched forward, and the blade pointed straight ahead was still sharp and cold. At the same time, she gently raised her left arm, and the long sleeves of the light gauze Haitianxia reflected the delicate figure of the silver silk corolla on her sideburns, and slid down inch by inch with her arms raised, and in a very slight rustling sound, slowly revealing the pink carved jade like the red lotus root arm in the snow, and the shining willow blue jade bracelet worn between the wrists, like a scorching peach blossom in the spring breeze, revealing a touch of Chu Chu moving gentleness that is diametrically opposed to the cold sword blade.

Just as the night lotus flower out of the water bloomed, her light crown of lotus flowers on her sideburns, and the hollow petals made of silver filaments also seemed to be shining under the embellishment of the moonlight, swaying endlessly under the breeze, as if fluttering its own night dance.

The two bundles of gentry belts adorned with jewels and flower knots around their waists also gently rippled, as if to send the thousands of feelings contained in the acacia knots on the main belt into the gentle moonlight, and then flowed to a distant heart.

As a result, the night was quieter and the wind was lighter. The song and music swayed in the sky, and the light trade wind brought a long-lasting whisper, was it the light sound of the distant night wind sweeping over the Rongjiang River? Or is it the sound caused by the night crossing and paddling waves?

Lin Xinyin suddenly remembered the picture of crossing the Pearl River with Ling Yueyuan and Ye Youyou by boat, it was a spring afternoon when the afterglow of the sunset was pouring out, and the river breeze blew on her face and brought a slight cold wetness. At that time, he was still by her side, splashing like a child, and even licked a mouthful of Pearl River water...... Why is he always so stupid? Or is it only in front of her? For a moment, she felt the urge to laugh.

But it was the fourth night, and where was he? Although at this time, a faint sorrow that came with the song blurred her eyes, there was still an inexplicable optimism and peace in her heart. Is this a subtle thought, telepathy? She didn't know either. She has worked so hard to get to this point, will God give her a spiritual reward?

For some reason, Lin Xinyin always felt that Ling Yueyuan had already come here, maybe there was one of the people in the crowd under the stage, maybe he had been laughing and watching his lame sword dance? So, she chuckled too.

This is a shallow smile from the heart, like the last ray of sunshine in late March, warm and soft, not the scorching heat of summer or the cold of winter sun. Soothed by the light vocal music that seemed to be walking in the clouds, her long eyelashes under her willow eyebrows gently swayed down a few times, causing the pair of jet-black and shiny eyes to gradually soften, and the cold gaze also melted into a trickle, carrying a tenderness that had never been shown.

Her lips, which had been closed, changed. It's just that the lower lip sinks slightly, and there is a shadow of a shell tooth as white as snow looming, straight like the fresh lychee that breaks open the mouth-watering crystal. The corners of her mouth gently drew a few invisible lines to the sides, and she gently pushed up two clusters of hillock-like smiles. Her cheeks still had a slight damp glow after the rush dance, which suddenly made her delicate and peach blossom red. Under the backdrop of the faint water-red shirt and half sleeves, the flower-like smile bloomed even more beautifully.

A wisp of trade wind suddenly brushed her cheeks, quietly took away a touch of her smile and lovesickness, and gently drifted into the distance:

"Can you see me? Little edge? I'm here ......."

It's just that there are times when the long night is long, and the warm time is even shorter, and the strong man is about to put on his armor again and go on the journey. She had heard the soft music play harder and faster, like a long horn wafting in the distant sky. It was a signal for her to go on the march, and her soft sword dance was coming to an end. If you can successfully complete the next section of the rapid whirling dance, you can close the sword and end the first sword dance. So, Lin Xinyin quickly adjusted her state, put down her raised left arm, and let the long sleeves engulf the jade bracelet on her wrist again. After she moved and turned, she slashed the sword in her right hand, and it was a semi-arc of sharp silver light.

Her gaze sharpened again, completely devoid of the softness of the right talent. The corners of her mouth and gentle smile on her face escaped into the layers of clouds and shadows like a crescent moon on the horizon, and after a volley of flying steps, the corners of her skirt fluttered again, like a storm and clouds rose again, and the long sword in her hand overflowing with silver light was about to wield the most brilliant light of the night!

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When Lin Xinyin's delicate body was slightly bent, her jade arm was raised, and the sword pointed forward, the tip of the sword pointed to her right front, and her eyes kept following the tip of the sword, so she only turned her side towards the audience, holding the pipa and half-covering her face, but instead exuding a half-mysterious and half-real beauty. Even so, this action also made her graceful figure visible under the bright lights, especially when the translucent sleeves slowly slipped down, and there were bursts of shouts in the theater.

The exclamation grew deeper and deeper the farther forward. Especially the big guys sitting in the VIP area, after all, they still have couples or female companions around them, and they have to maintain their image after all, and it is not convenient to show their desires too obviously. It's just that almost every man stares at the little bit of revealing jade arm of the girl on the stage, and even if he is a strict wife, he has to pretend to sneak a few glances; Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing gradually permeated the front of the stage.

When the slippery sleeves revealed the bright willow blue bracelet, every man's eyes turned green: as if it were actually a piece of red cloth that provoked the desire of bullfighting. Some people who can't take their eyes off have begun to swallow their saliva: why did the translucent Haitianxia sleeves slip down so slowly! However, however, the ** revealed by this inch is so exciting and charming, which makes their hearts full of anxiety, reluctance, and eagerness...... This desire and dissatisfaction made them almost collectively crazy, what kind of mental torment and torture is this!?

Although no one was applauding with great fanfare at this time, there was still a strong sense of uncertainty spreading everywhere, causing the air around to become heavy. It seems that this is destined to be a wave that can only break out in a dull **.

After a while, when the girl on the stage showed a faint smile, she scratched the restless hearts of the audience like a spring breeze, adding fuel to the fire. As a result, the sound of swallowing saliva in the VIP area gradually increased, and when they all came together, they sounded like the growing undercurrents under the quiet ice, and the desire was rising at this moment.

It's just that soon, there will be bursts of "ouch yo ......" pain, or some other muffled sounds. At this moment, even the women who were sitting upright were not satisfied, and they used their own means to teach the group of stunned men next to them, so that their rising anger burned the spring love everywhere. So, the men, who noticed the gaffe, hurried to restore the apparent harmony.

It's an interesting scene: the girls on stage are burning their souls, the men are burning their desires, and the women are burning their jealousy.

At this moment, a person jumped up the hill and raised a banner and shouted loudly.

This person is Young Master Qian. As soon as he saw Lin Xinyin's smile, his heart, which had been too excited before, seemed to be injected with a stronger dose of **. Suddenly as refreshing as if he had gone to heaven and earth, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he suddenly bounced to his feet, applauding fiercely but indifferently. It was as if only a loud voice could express his current excitement like a flash flood.

He stared back and forth at Lin Xinyin's jade arms and smile, wishing he had one more pair of eyes. Looking at the sleeves that gradually slipped, he had the illusion of watching the fresh lychee slowly peel away, and his heart was burning like a fire, and he really wanted to immediately take this stunning lychee home to his private room, tear open the thin shell, and swallow the crystal clear flesh in one bite......

It's just that he seems to have forgotten what the occasion is at the moment, maybe he still thinks he is at the Oiran draft scene of **. He stood up so suddenly and applauded vigorously, but completely forgot that he was still snuggling up to the sweet and greasy white sugar beside him.

So, after an exclamation, the poor white sugar, who suddenly lost his support, almost hit the armrest of the chair unguarded. She raised her head angrily, but when she saw Young Master Qian's completely enchanted idiot look, and then looked at the culprit on the stage who hooked her man's soul, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth and cursed: "Vixen, it's really shameless......"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Tang heard a burst of chuckles. She turned her head to look around, but saw that several women around her were secretly laughing at her, and the glances in her eyes were still full of schadenfreude and contempt, and she was suddenly even more annoyed, and she couldn't wait to burn the entire stage with the fox spirit of the shameless ** other people's husband into charred ashes.

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Shicai's melodious and light pipa music became faster and faster, more and more urgent, and Liu Qianli's generous long song flew like a dust galloping majestic. Every note was bitten so tightly and so densely, that Lin Xinyin felt as if there was a faster and more rhythm rushing every minute and every second.

In an instant, it was like a silent drizzle that was still moisturizing, and in an instant, it became a bleak rainstorm that swept away the soft flowers and weak grasses sharply and mercilessly. This burst of excitement and heroism, which seemed to be rushing into the midst of thousands of horses, penetrated through her eardrums, pierced her nerves, penetrated her veins, burned out her tenderness and reserve, forced every drop of her blood to boil like that high-pitched note, and made her unexpectedly want to dance faster and dance more vividly!

So, having broken free from the shackles of her spirit and no longer had any restraints, she turned into an unrestrained swift wind, leaping up like a cloud driving a mist, and swung half a circle of neon sword momentum while spinning in mid-air. Wherever the tip of the sword goes, the condensation still exists; It was like a lightning bolt that broke through the clouds on a rainy night, and instantly cut off the sharp rain in the night sky.

When the toe taps the countertop, it is actually steady. This action, which had been omitted by her many times in practice, was now performed so smoothly, which made her even more surprised and excited at this moment. She felt that her blood was already boiling hotter, as if it were about to be steamed; I also feel that my body is lighter, so light that my dancing steps are like fallen leaves drifting on the water.

However, this level alone is not enough! She felt like she could go faster, hotter, and lighter! The pipa music, which had already roared to the speed of the wind, seemed to urge her to dance to the limit as soon as possible, so she gritted her teeth, let the high enthusiasm dispel all chaos and confusion, let the clumsy sword become one with her body and mind, and let all the light focus on the only center of her stage; She stood on tiptoe, leaned forward slightly, her arms stretched out, her eyes fixed on the tip of the sword, and whirled around as quickly as a whirlwind.

After a few laps of the dance, she heard the stirring tune seem to be stagnant. Is it already the limit? She also felt like a string of pipa was stretched to the limit, as if it would collapse if it was a minute faster. But she was eager to break through. She had felt the call of her will, the call of her soul, which had shed all timidity and tangle, and longed to break free from the confines of her body. Although she felt that her strength was a little overwhelmed, she still let her stronger will than ever gather all her strength and push the dance steps to ride the wind. Beads of sweat were already oozing from her forehead, but she didn't hesitate to use the pupil technique that was quite physically exhausting again!

In this moment, in this quiet world, she seemed to be just a lonely dancer, but she felt unprecedented joy and comfort. Because at this moment, she dances only for herself. It didn't matter if it wasn't the bright light of the deep space, if she was just a weak light in the endless darkness, then she longed to keep this little light of hope like a firefly for eternity.

How fast is she dancing at this moment? She didn't know it herself. She noticed that the layers of light skirts that had always been very close to her body seemed to fly away, giving her the rare illusion of dancing with only trousers. Then, she felt a circle of silver light surround her like flying smoke, was it the condensation left by the tip of the sword as it swept through the air? Or the silky gentle moonlight that shrouds the body? She felt a little lit up again, fluttering in the whirlwind rapids, was it the falling cherry blossoms dancing in the wind? Is it a snowflake? Or is it a flower on the sideburns?

She couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, but she could still clearly hear the lute music hovering in the limit. She knew that with just one signal, the sword dance would soon come to an end. This made her even a little reluctant, but she had no regrets. For in a very moment, she had proclaimed her blood and her will, which had been declared free from the bondage of all things in the world, including her own body.

The signal for the knot dance soon came. Liu Qianli's fingers were so fast that he couldn't see the shadow clearly, and then he stopped abruptly after the last note, as if the lightning and thunder, and the surging waves just now instantly returned to a mirror-like silence, and in the aftermath, he sang loudly the eighth solution of the tanka:

"The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomits and feeds, and the world returns to the heart! ”

After singing, Liu Qianli shouted at Lin Xinyin again: "Put away the sword, Xinyin!" ”

It's finally over! Lin Xinyin's eyes showed a hint of the calm after the storm, but she also knew that the end of this first sword dance was actually not an easy task, because she had to gather all the powerful, lightning, flint whirlwind and sword light in an instant, and her current whirlwind dance was as fast as an uncontrolled whirlpool.

So, she struggled to gather her spirit, and after the last lap, she stopped her whirling dance steps like a sudden brake. This movement was miraculously completed by her, and although she was vaguely unsteady in her steps, she finally stabilized her lower back. This smoothness unconsciously relaxed her, and the barely condensed spirit spread again, and then she heard the cheers that poured in like a tidal wave. The cheers may have been there a long time ago, but she didn't notice them when she was dancing in a trance. Now under the impact of this loud applause, she suddenly became even more confused without the protection of pipa music.

And just in the carelessness of just a second, when the arms that still had the lingering inertia turned around, the right hand that had been clenching the hilt of the sword suddenly loosened, as if a brute force knocked away the already wet fingers, and then the long sword that broke free from the restraint struck forward with Yu Wei!

At this critical moment at the last moment, just because of one careless step, it is a complete collapse! The Longquan Sword that had escaped was flying impartially towards the man who was standing in front of the stage and clapping constantly...... This long sword that still condenses the snow light is not a prop for the performance of the troupe, but a real weapon, although it is not a first-class blade, but with the help of the poignant sword momentum at this moment, it is enough to penetrate the stupid nerd who is getting closer and closer in front of him on the spot!

Yes! Lin Xinyin was suddenly shocked, and her face turned pale!

Tremble in the balance! At this critical juncture, it was as if a long-dormant instinct was stimulated, prompting her brain to make the right instructions in a blank space at a very fast speed, rushing along the fiber-optic cable-like nerves to the peripheral eyeballs, making the pair of jet-black eyes instantly dyed brown, and instantly performing the pupil technique with an incredibly fast reaction:

"Heart's Eye, Breath!"

Suddenly, the Longquan Sword that was about to fly out of the stage seemed to be suspended in mid-air. Lin Xinyin quickly took a step, stretched out her left hand and grabbed the flying sword hilt tassel, pulled it back violently like the reins of a galloping horse, and her right hand grasped the hilt of the sword steadily.

At this time, she was holding the hilt of her sword upside down. The sword stance, which was supposed to be pointing to the ground, also changed temporarily: after swinging the sword horizontally through half a circle of silver arcs, she slashed a small circle vertically, stabbing the sword blade that was gradually weakening towards the right side of her body.

When she finally retracted her sword, the long blade was right behind her right arm, bringing a chill that seeped into her skin through the light sleeve. The tassel hanging from the hilt of the sword was like an unending breeze blowing her lower waist, and even though she was separated by several layers of hakama, her body trembled slightly. Only then did she realize that the action she had just done seemed to have exhausted all her strength, so that her legs were even slightly weak.

She should be glad that the miraculous reaction saved the situation, but the fear after wave of fear made her feel a chill in her back, as if she were clinging to a piece of ice. She gasped for breath, and in the silence of the pupil technique, where the effect of the pupil technique had not yet faded, she felt that her violent heartbeat was as heavy as an expanding boulder, and the next moment she was about to completely crush her fragile body.

Lin Xinyin almost stood by supporting herself with her will. As the silent world filled the sound again, she heard the cheers coming from the front of the stage. The sound seemed to be a little quieter than before, maybe some sharp-eyed people were surprised to find out that she had taken off her sword? But she miraculously saved the day, and the posture of the final sword was so perfect. After a few moments, the cheers and applause gradually became warm and loud, like waves surging after waves, engulfing her heartbeat in an instant.

The long-lasting, heaven-shattering sound caught her off guard. She is still deeply regretting the mistake of the right talent, so that she doesn't know how to deal with this ** scene.

After being stunned for a while, she realized that there seemed to be an extra figure beside her, and when she turned her head to glance, she was surprised to see that Liu Qianli was standing beside her at some point, and she made a faint smile at her.

This smile was as relaxed as if Lin Xinyin's sword dance was a perfect dance that had never produced any baskets from beginning to end. But she looked back at the bamboo stool that was a long distance away from her and had fallen under the wall, and then at Liu Qianli, who was standing silently beside her, and then thought about the tense moment that was only a few seconds short, and she suddenly had an idea: if she had time to grab the long sword that flew away just now, then maybe he would have flown out and save the defeat for her......

In the midst of reverie, Liu Qianli's voice floated softly again: "Thank you to the audience, Xinyin, the performance is over." ”

Lin Xinyin came back to her senses and saw that Liu Qianli had bent down in front of the stage with the pipa in her arms, so she hurriedly lifted the hilt of the sword, clasped her hands into fists, and saluted and thanked the audience.

It's finally over. This sword dance of less than half an hour seemed as long as a week to her.

She faintly heard the soft song of the wind chimes under the cornices, and the melodious serenade intoxicated her, and made her heartbeat gradually subside, like the calm sea level after a storm.

Suddenly, the cheers and applause in the theater became more enthusiastic, and the loud sounds of the convergence echoed in the night sky, dispelling the dark clouds and allowing the hidden moon to hang again in the sky.

So, a pillar of moonlight poured down, shining on the mythical girl on the stage, like the light of the curtain.

She should have enjoyed the honor of her own tonight, but at the moment, she felt a little flustered. She is a little flower that can shine with just a touch of sunshine, but where is this sunshine now? She put down her hands and looked around at the front of the stage, but all she saw were clusters of people who couldn't tell the difference.

The fool closest to the stage, clapping and applauding so loudly that he was almost dancing with his hands and feet was quite conspicuous. It's just that Lin Xinyin felt that her flying sword almost stabbed him to the core, so she felt that she couldn't stand him, so she secretly said sorry, and hurriedly searched for Ling Yueyuan's figure in the crowd.

However, this is simply in vain. Due to the urgency of time tonight, I didn't go to the dock outside the town to observe before coming to the stage, but I don't know if Ling Yueyuan saw his message? Lin Xinyin felt that she should leave the stage immediately, but the crowd in front of her was like a tide, how should she go?

She remembered the inconspicuous back door on the wall at the back of the backstage.

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Young Master Qian, who was extremely excited, was cheering on himself, but he didn't know that he had slipped around the Ghost Gate. He was standing in front of the chair, but when he saw Lin Xinyin dancing rapidly, the long skirt that was close to the ground gradually flew off the ground, revealing her toes, skimming her knees, and revealing the flying shadow of the slender jade legs wrapped in the colorful trousers...... He suddenly felt itchy and unbearable, and almost wanted to let his eyes fly down the feet of the beautiful woman.

He was so excited that he thought that he would bring the dancing fairy home all the night and let her sing and dance for him every night. But now that it's public after all, he can only take a few steps closer to the stage. It's just that I didn't expect that after a while, the girl on the stage suddenly closed her sword and danced.

"Xianggong, Xianggong......" The depressed white sugar behind it, as if it had picked a bone in the egg, suddenly jumped up and shouted: "That woman...... That sword almost slashed you just now! She found the flaw of that moment with sharp eyes, but at this moment, her mood seemed to be a surprise that greatly outweighed the worry about her husband.

"Oh? Oh! Young Master Qian reacted slightly, and he seemed to have the impression that there was really such a thing, but didn't that girl put away her sword perfectly? He thought for a while, then suddenly turned back to Bai Tang and explained, "You don't understand. I heard that the super-first-class sword dancer of the Beijing Division, when he finally collected the sword, he had to throw the long sword into the air more than ten zhang in the air, but in the end, he could still use the scabbard to catch the sword body that flew down! That's what art is called! ”

Speaking of this, Young Master Qian even believed in himself, so he applauded even more in admiration, and shouted at the girl on the stage: "Amazing, amazing!" He clapped his hands so hard that he couldn't express his admiration without slapping his palms apart.

White Sugar almost fainted when he heard this. He didn't even have a touch with the sword-wielding woman on the stage, and he actually began to defend the vixen? Angry, she turned her head and saw Zhao Yuanwai next to her smiling and shaking her head disdainfully while drinking tea, even the dignified Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but chuckle, not to mention the other seven aunts, eight mothers-in-law and nine sisters-in-law, and even those little slaves and maids who bowed their heads and waists, all of them couldn't hide their smiles......

She felt extremely embarrassed and resentful: the previous year, she was the only light and focus on the stage, and now she is a stone in the corner that does not shine! She really wanted to get rid of herself now, but wouldn't she freeze herself into the image of a loser who ran away?! But at the moment, it's like sitting on a pincushion ......! She really wished there was a downpour right now, drenching all the bastards and fox spirits in the audience......

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When Ling Yueyuan hurriedly stepped into the town, he saw that the streets were smooth and beautiful, the surrounding houses were pecked at each other, and the lights under the heavy eaves and corners were colorful, reflecting a kind of gorgeousness that was completely different from the garbage dump of Wuhua Town. But at this time, there were only a few of the same people near the entrance of the town, only a lonely light shining in the night sky like stars.

He was still thinking about where to find Lin Xinyin's traces, but then he heard bursts of cheers from ahead. He looked ahead, and with the help of the brilliant lights around the street, he could see the square-like open space in front of him gathered with black crowds, and he couldn't help muttering: "Why does it seem that everyone has run to the front?" ”

As he spoke, he continued to walk briskly. In the past, when he saw a place where the crowd gathered, he would gossip over and join in the fun, but at this moment, he followed the sound with urgency and anticipation.

"Maybe it's some kind of festival." Ouyang Xiaoling Huan beside him looked around, and saw that the porch of the house near here was hung with embroidered lanterns swaying in the wind, and the delicately carved window lattices of the embroidery rooms on the second floor of some houses were even brightly hung with crystal curtains and tassel belts. This scene is quite like a moonlit night in Hangzhou celebrating the New Year's Eve, and after a subtle thought quietly brewed in her heart, she also learned to talk to herself in Ling Yueyuan.

The two of them walked to the crowded square, only to realize that there were really not many ordinary people here. As soon as he entered the boiling crowd, Ling Yueyuan felt as if he was a pebble being thrown into the sea, and he was instantly swallowed up by the stormy sea.

He stood on tiptoe, his eyes swept over his head, and as everyone looked forward, although he could clearly see the rather spectacular stage at the front of the square, for him who was squeezed to the outermost layer, even if he tried to open his eyes wide, he could only barely see a woman dancing with her long sleeves on the stage. From a distance, the figure looked as small as an ant, and it was impossible to see clearly, but beside him there were men gathered in twos and threes shouting loudly.

What's so nice about this? Ling Yueyuan felt like he had been squeezed into a remote position in the corner when he went to a concert, not to mention that he hadn't come here to see this thing now, so he just glanced at it and lost interest. He turned to the other side of the square, and saw the pier that was a little silent in the night sky. There are still several large and small ferries moored on the edge of the pier, some of the boatmen are sitting on the side of the boat smoking dry tobacco, some are chatting together, and some are standing on the shore and looking up in the direction of the stage, but they don't know if they can see anything.

"Hey, monkey." Ouyang Xiaoling saw that Ling Yueyuan seemed to be in a daze, so he urged: "Hurry up and find someone." It's late, but even the ferry is gone. When she spoke, she just stared at the darkening sky, but she didn't mean to help Ling Yueyuan find someone.

Needless to say, Ling Yueyuan also knew that he couldn't afford to waste time. But when he entered the town, he did not see a permanent stall similar to a stalking point near the entrance of the town, and there were so many people in this square that he felt dizzy just by looking at it, and he did not know where to start for a while. He tentatively asked a few people outside, but the spirit of the people seemed to be focused on the vague dancing figure on the stage, and the inquiries to him were mostly rambling and impatient, which made him helpless.

After a while, Ling Yueyuan noticed that the crowd around here had become noisy, and there was no cheering for the right people. He looked at the stage curiously, only to find that the woman dancing on the stage had gone down at some point, and was replaced by another woman on the stage to play the pipa. But he couldn't hear what was being played, so it was no wonder that the audience in the neighborhood was all in groups of three or five and were bored and foolish.

Great moment! Ling Yueyuan seized the opportunity and cheekily joined several battle groups to follow the nonsense in an attempt to obtain information. He used to be quite good at doing this kind of thing when he was a girl, just because he smiled a little and got the answers to the questions he wanted from the blushing little boy, unlike Lin Xinyin, who had to think hard and deduce the ins and outs of the questions by himself. But this time he hit the wall frequently, and the men simply stated that they didn't know about his problems, and they didn't even want to say half a perfunctory sentence.

And when he joined the women's gossip circle and described the general characteristics of the people he was looking for, the women didn't seem to hear his question. Some of the young girls looked at his handsome face and bowed their heads blushingly or stared blankly, while other bold women giggled and joked about the handsome little man who was in a hurry:

"Yo...... Boy, before the song starts, you're in a hurry to find a woman? ”

"The women on the street are all here, looking for trouble one by one, why don't you just take a look here!"

"Yes, yes! Hey~~ You see that the sisters here are like flowers and jade, maybe there is one of them who is the fairy you want~~"

"Haha......"

Ling Yueyuan was dumbfounded when he heard this, he didn't know if these women had collectively taken aphrodisiacs, and their words and deeds could be so open, and he suddenly remembered the experience of entering Lichun Courtyard by mistake when he was in Wuhua Town, his body trembled, and he quickly slipped away.

walked away a few steps, but there was a burst of "hey, hey, haha" laughter from behind, making him feel a strange emotion of being ** and teased, and unnaturally a trace of crimson climbed up his cheeks. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and sure enough, when he saw Ouyang Xiaoling's unbearable appearance, he couldn't help frowning and complaining: "What ......are you laughing at?"

"Where did I laugh?" Ouyang Xiaoling pretended to be serious with confidence, and couldn't help but remind this stupid person who seemed to be at a loss: "There are so many people here, how can you ask, you should go to the dock and ask......

Ling Yueyuan was speechless for a moment. In fact, he had this idea just now, but he didn't say it. The direction he was going in now was indeed the dock, but he was suddenly taken by Ouyang Xiaoling so coldly, which made him very helpless and angry, as if he was a fool.

He wanted to say that he had known it for a long time, but looking at the other party as if he wanted to know how he would respond, if he said it like this, wouldn't it be a swollen face and a fat man? As soon as he was in a hurry, he simply turned around and walked towards a person casually, and at the same time said very unconvinced: "Ask another person, and go to the dock......"

The person in front of him looks like a kind old scholar, and he looks like a normal and honest person. After Ling Yueyuan stood still, he asked without any hope: "This gentleman, may I ask if there has been a beautiful girl dressed in peasant clothes in the past few days, well, maybe riding a horse, or maybe not......" He paused, and added unwillingly: "Oh, there may be another one by her side, well, one...... Handsome...... of men. ”

The old scholar looked at Ling Yueyuan from head to toe, his eyes finally fixed on his face full of anxiety, and he replied indifferently: "Yes." ”

It turned out that this old scholar was Wang Xiucai, who was solving word puzzles indiscriminately, and he was in good spirits at this time, and it seemed that he had recovered his spirit in only half a day. It's just that after he looked at Ling Yueyuan at this moment, he lamented in his heart with the perception of the people who came over: Hey, another poor person who can't get rid of the red dust...... Ask the world, what is love?

This surprise came too suddenly, without warning. Ling Yueyuan, who was surprised, opened her mouth wide enough to stuff an orange. Oh, is this another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, the willows and willows are planted unintentionally, and the good news is all in the lamplight?! Babbling, he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment, but he felt that the inner world that had been in the blizzard for four days suddenly ushered in the long-lost spring breeze and sunshine, and in an instant, it was full of flowers one after another!

Ling Yueyuan suddenly felt that his luck was really good, it was incredible! Well, it must be that God has not abandoned him yet, maybe this very calm and seemingly quite amiable and dignified old gentleman in front of him is the incarnation of God! If he really is a god, then he is willing to kneel down and kowtow to him three times now, burn three pillars of incense, and put a bowl of white rice on the table! Three more wishes! Oh, no, but now his heart was so excited, so excited and incoherent that his body couldn't help but want to dance.

He subconsciously raised his hands, thinking that he would grab the shoulders of the old scholar in front of him and shake them violently, shaking out one piece of information after another like a money bank! But it's a person in front of you after all! Therefore, under the suppression of the last inch of rationality that was almost squeezed out of his brain, he calmed down slightly, put down his hands, and asked eagerly: "Where, she, she, she...... Where are you now? ”

"Gone." Wang Xiucai replied very indifferently and briefly, and opened the folding fan in his hand and shook it lightly a few times, his face full of satisfaction. He clearly saw that Ling Yueyuan's face was quickly wiped away from the anxiety and surprise just now like a blackboard. But he still leisurely reported the answers he knew. For him, saying these two words is as easy as putting two farts, and it's comfortable.

Ling Yueyuan's eyes bulged when he heard it. Words such as unwarranted disasters, thunderbolts on a sunny day, worsening the snow, and rolling on all fours are not enough to describe his mood at this time. He suddenly felt that the inner world just now was still a hundred gardens under the sunshine, the spring breeze was warm, and the little angels were dancing and singing all over the sky, just a moment's effort, what sunshine and spring breeze little angels all disappeared without a trace like ghosts, and then there was a surging snowstorm in the sky, and the flowers that were still blooming so brilliant immediately withered one by one.

What does that mean?! One second to give him hope, the next second to make him desperate?! Is this God's way of playing with man? Ling Yueyuan stared fiercely at the old man in front of him who looked very calm but had a hateful face and seemed to be secretly smiling, thinking that if this guy was the incarnation of God, then he would definitely tie up this bastard god, and then pick up the Red Flame Whip to whizk this stinky thing until it rattled and crawled all over the ground......

But he was still able to manage his emotions after all. Now he seems to have learned to think about problems, although he is very angry at this time, he still learns Lin Xinyin's way to carefully ask the knowledge in front of him, hoping to figure out the ins and outs of some things: "That's right...... How did this gentleman know she was gone? How did you meet her...... Can you elaborate on that, thank you, thank you......"

"Hmm." Wang Xiucai looked at the young man in front of him with full sincerity with satisfaction, and decided to tell him all the stories he knew openly, because he was too lazy to tell such a long sad story. It's just that he didn't know that if he continued to pretend to be crazy and stupid in an old-fashioned manner, Ling Yueyuan, who had endured the explosion to the limit, might tie him up and hang him upside down under the willow tree for torture.

Ling Yueyuan frowned, calmly and reluctantly listened to the story of Wang Xiucai piling up a long footwrap with gorgeous rhetoric, vaguely as if he was listening to another Wang ** reminiscing about the past. He tried his best to filter those incredible plots and incomprehensible words, but in the end, it was still a mess of things such as "marriage notice", "eternal mystery", "fate is you", "fate is scattered", what is this and what ......?

"Hahaha!"

At this time, there was a burst of laughter, causing Ling Yueyuan to be stunned suddenly. He followed the sound, only to see a group of men laughing as they walked by. At this time, the pipa music that was being performed on the stage was nearing the end, but the group had no patience to listen to it any longer, and in fact could not hear it clearly, so they simply squeezed out to find other fun.

One of them was Zhao Niu, he glanced at Wang Xiucai with disdain, and said simply: "Boy! The beautiful girl you're looking for.,The day before yesterday, I posted a notice on the wall near the entrance of the town to find a fate.,It's a pity that even the paper tape is missing this morning! You're a step too late! That's it, it's a shame that you can still tell the story after listening to the sour show from beginning to end, haha! ”

When Wang Xiucai heard this, he waved his sleeves with a dark face and turned to walk away, and at the same time muttered disdain all the way: "Reckless!" No culture! The mud can't hold up the wall, and the rotten wood can't be carved......"

Zhao Niu's three words made Ling Yueyuan shocked. He thought again of what the old scholar had told about an anagram made up of a font with missing strokes, and suddenly it seemed as if he had been cleared of his mind. Xinyin must have been here, and she also wrote a revelation to find him in simplified Chinese, but I'm afraid it caused some funny misunderstanding, right?! It must be like this!

Ling Yueyuan's mood suddenly seemed to have been cleared of the clouds, but he couldn't see the bright moon. He guessed the answer, but he couldn't laugh. Why did she leave this morning? However, it is normal to think about it, after all, I only arrived here on the fourth night......

It seems that he is really a step too late. If he still had seven points of doubt about Wang Xiucai's words just now, since there was another person who confirmed that Lin Xinyin had left, then now he already believed nine points of this statement.

He suddenly felt a deep sense of melancholy. This melancholy was not as easily dispelled as before, and it made him feel that his heart had become empty, as if something had been hollowed out. His sorrowful eyes turned to look at the river under the bright moon, and he vaguely saw the sparkling waves rising and falling, as if he felt the coolness of the breeze blowing away. It seems that the spring breeze that makes his heart full of flowers has swept across the Rongjiang River, so he should cross the river as soon as possible to find the wind trails.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from behind, louder than anything before. This loud sound shook Ling Yueyuan's silent heart, making him subconsciously look towards the stage.

Who came to power again?

His gaze struggled past the undulating figures in front of him, through the vast night sky illuminated by the misty lights, and reluctantly climbed to the stage following the gossamer evening breeze, and finally obtained only a vague figure of a woman.

Despite this, Ling Yueyuan could still tell that it was a beautiful girl who was well-dressed. For him standing in the outermost layer of the sea of people, he can even be surprised to hear the melodious and moving pipa music, and see the slender figure on the stage flying between the silver frost and mist like five-colored streams, no wonder the audience's reaction is so enthusiastic and excited!

However, he was too far away from her to see her face. He was too familiar with her to recognize her. Because he knew she couldn't be someone who could dress up and dance with ease under the gaze of thousands of eyes. Although Ling Yueyuan had always been a sensual person, and although he felt that there was an inexplicable emotion tugging at his heart at this time, however, his rationality at the moment was unprecedentedly dominant, constantly telling him that time was running out like an invisible wind and that he should leave as soon as possible.

He moved his steps with difficulty, slowly moving his gaze away from the stage, as if he was struggling to let go of a longing. He didn't know what was going on, why it was so hard to just turn around. At this moment, another voice came.

"Since Xinyin is no longer here, let's leave quickly." Ouyang Xiaoling noticed that the driver was already driving the empty ox cart to the dock, so he couldn't wait to urge. She suddenly noticed that Ling Yueyuan seemed to have a strange thought of reluctance, and after glancing at the stage from a distance, she chuckled and teased, "Or ...... Do you want to watch the gentle sword dance on stage here? It's really good-looking! Why don't you spend the night here? ”

Ling Yueyuan was stunned for a moment, but saw that many men in the vicinity suddenly stopped cheering, swallowed their saliva and closed their breathing, staring at the women on the stage in a daze. He looked curiously towards the stage, but happened to see the scene of the girl's raised sleeves slowly sliding down the jade arms. When he looked at Ouyang Xiaoling's meaningful eyes again, he immediately remembered the misunderstanding that had ruined his reputation caused by the Lichun Courtyard in Wuhua Town, and his face suddenly turned pale. He didn't want to be labeled as a hypocrite anymore!

Moreover, he remembered that when he was in Qingyuan, it was only because of his momentary playfulness that he wasted nearly a day's time that would cause so many unmanageable sequelae in the follow-up, maybe the separation with Xinyin was God's punishment for his carelessness and irresponsibility! At this time, he was even more remorseful. If it were him in the past, if Xinyin was still by his side, then he would definitely struggle to squeeze to the front to watch the performance on stage at this moment, but now he still dares to have this mood and courage?

These experiences finally made up his mind. He resolutely put aside all the inexplicable inductions that flew like silk, resolutely turned around, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go!" It took him only a few seconds to make that decision, and it was the most decisive moment of his life. It's just that he doesn't know at this moment when the next reunion will be after these few seconds of long-distance reunion.

When Ling Yueyuan turned to leave, he also caught a glimpse of some men's salivating dumbfounded looks and heard some gossip that made people blush, and he suddenly felt extremely disgusted, and his already annoying heart was even more blocked. He couldn't help but think to himself: If this group of pig guys dares to point at Xiaoyin so blatantly, then he must dump these guys and smoke them......

He lowered his head in annoyance, hurried away a few steps, and suddenly a soft and petite body crashed into his arms, followed by a nightingale-like crisp crumble:

"Oops......"

Ah, hit someone? Ling Yueyuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly jumped back a step. He looked forward, but saw a pretty little girl touching her forehead and looking at him with her eyebrows.

It's good that it's just a little girl. Ling Yueyuan was a little relieved. He now seemed to be very afraid of being criticized for no reason, so he soothed as quickly as he could, "I'm sorry, little girl, I'm in a hurry...... Sorry, sorry. With that, he left in a hurry and walked towards the dock with Ouyang Xiaoling.

That little girl was Miao. She also seemed to be looking for someone's shadow in the crowd tonight, Leng Buding was bumped into by Ling Yueyuan, but she could also see his face clearly. Isn't this brother quite handsome, and he is accompanied by a sister with a conspicuous butterfly whisker on her forehead...... Ah Miao suddenly remembered the young man that Lin Xinyin had been asking about in the past few days, and a girl who might be following the young man, could it be these two people?!

"Ahh Ah Miao suddenly exclaimed, and hurriedly looked back, only to find that Ling Yueyuan and Ouyang Xiaoling had disappeared into the crowd without knowing it.

"Oops......" Ah Miao sighed regretfully. However, she didn't see Lin Xinyin today, and she didn't know if they had all left Xinyang Town? Maybe they're all gone...... That's it, that's it. Ah Miao soon stopped thinking about this trivial matter, and continued to concentrate on finding someone in the crowd.

……

"What is this?" Ling Yueyuan walked a few more steps, and suddenly found the dots of light sprinkled on the road.

"It's Hua Tian." Ouyang Xiaoling glanced at it and replied absentmindedly, "I don't know who fell." ”

"Oh......" Ling Yueyuan looked at the sequins that were gradually losing their luster and had been covered with dust, carefully stepping over their weak bodies, and sighed regretfully, "It's all dirty, it's a pity......"

"Nothing to worry about." Ouyang Xiaoling was very curious how Ling Yueyuan could be so sentimental at this time: "Who picks up the fallen flowers since ancient times?" It's the same with Hua Tian...... Let's go. ”

"Yes......" Ling Yueyuan hurried away, still glancing back at the ground. He didn't know why he was looking at these tiny flowers, he was pitiful for them trying to burn out the last light, but no one noticed?

Tonight, the last spring breeze blew, but it could no longer sweep away these flowers that had been flying and fluttering in the whirlwind. As the last glimmer of light faded, the former grace disappeared into the dirt.

A gust of trade wind kept blowing through Ling Yueyuan's ears, carrying the heart of the girl on the stage behind him farther and farther away, however, he couldn't hear it.

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