Lost Tu performed her dance on stage, Lost Tu couldn't dance, these movements were imitated according to the way in memory. When she first came to Hughes City with Chen, she used a mirror image to show her dancing in red. Now, I can vaguely remember that time.

Could it be that ten years ago, Suser danced? At that time, the dust was the same as now, looking at her affectionately and attentively. It's just that the scene at that time was under an almond tree in the backyard of an inn.

Following the dance in her memory, Lost Lost danced that dance again, she staggered on the stage, her every move was with elegant temperament, every turn of her and every flick of her sleeves were just right with the notes. Dancing to the general, the attic scattered a piece of petals, the white and pink petals, like snowflakes one after another, become a beautiful embellishment.

When the dance is about to end, a gust of wind blows off the veil on the lost face, and also blows the petals on the stage to the stage.

After the last movement of the dance, Lost hooked her lips and smiled sweetly, and all the lights came on as she smiled, giving the illusion that her smile was bright. The bright smile made the audience gasp, and after being slightly stunned, people applauded unanimously, applause like thunder, and praise continued.

But among the lost beautiful eyes, there is still only Dust, the man who makes her feel her heartbeat.

The results of the evaluation are self-evident, compared to Su Ji's kitsch, most people still like to be cold and elegant lost, especially when the veil falls off at the end and the smile blooms, which is a proper plus. After all, Lost is a person who has the title of the first beauty in the Six Realms, and he is more popular than Su Ji.

Another key point in winning is that Lost doesn't cater to those people's preferences. Su Ji twisted her waist during the performance, and even did not hesitate to wear tulle to reveal her looming figure, and when the audience cheered, she also responded with a flattering smile, conveying emotions with those seductive eyes. Although the interaction was full and the scene was lively, everyone inevitably felt that the return was too easy. Previously, all men and women who ran for Oiran did this, so there was no problem.

When the body has a cold and elegant temperament, the fairy fluttering lost road to the stage, immediately brings a refreshing atmosphere to the cheesy Oiran competition. She didn't show any kitsch during the whole process, just concentrated on dancing, her eyes were always locked on the dust, not looking at the other men, and even before the veil was blown off, no one saw her true face, which added to the mystery. At the end, the veil fell off, and when Ying Ying smiled, it tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present.

Originally, people were more obsessed with pursuing things that could be seen and untouchable than things that were easy to obtain. That's why you should stand by the pond instead of picking them and playing with them in your hands. Beautiful things can only be seen from a distance and cannot be desecrated.

People don't cherish what they can get, looking at the white rose from afar, it is the bright moonlight in front of the bed, and looking at the red rose from afar, it is a grain of cinnabar in the heart. But like close contact, white roses become rice grains on clothes, and red roses become mosquito blood on the wall.

As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in turmoil, and out of this heart, you will inevitably win. Lu Li felt this point the most, so from the beginning he was sure that he would win if he was lost.

As we all know, Lu Li likes beauties, and there are countless beauties in his harem, they will all cater to Lu Li, and even intrigue to get Lu Li's favor, but Lu Li has never been to those people's palaces once. The reason is that it is too easy to get, and he doesn't like things that are too easy to get.

Lu Li persistently pursued beauties, and even sent someone to search for beauties for him in the Six Realms. But his favorite is still the beauty who ignores him, as far as past experience goes, the silver number he likes, dust, lost, and Rong Yin are all types that ignore him. That's why he runs after people, which may be a shit.

After the results were announced, Su Ji's face was going to turn blue, she was very unwilling to lose to the lost, not to mention that after losing, she also lost the opportunity to get close to the dust, she secretly clenched her fists, telling herself that today's matter was not over, and sooner or later she would be ashamed.

After the curtain ended, it seemed that no one paid much attention to Suki. Also, who cares about the feelings of the loser? After the farce was over, he went on stage to pick up the lost and flew back to the inn.

After going back, the two sat on a tree and admired the moon. Returning to the quiet inn from the noisy Lin'an Street, there is a sense of peace that has not been seen for a long time. What is happening today is like a dream, distant and unrealistic.

Lost occasionally have such a feeling, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, feeling that the things happening around me are ethereal, as if driving on the endless sea, suddenly smoke, everything around them becomes hazy and invisible, so I can't tell whether it is a dream or reality.

Lost leaned on the shoulders of the dust, looking at the stars in the night sky, and among those stars, would one of them belong to her? If not, it doesn't matter, because on the ground, she already has someone worth waiting for.

"I seem to think of you. "The sound of the lost is melodious, as if it is a natural sound from ancient times.

"When I was dancing on stage today, I seemed to think of you. Somewhere under an almond tree, I'm dancing in red, and you can't take your eyes off me. ”

"But why do I feel sad to think that you are a good thing to do?"

When she was lost, she didn't even realize it, and a tear slipped down the corner of her eye and dripped onto her dusty clothes. Obviously she should be happy, why did she cry? Obviously it is a thing to be celebrated, why is Chuan Chen's face heavy?

Lost doesn't seem to think about looking for answers, whether sad or happy, it's an emotion that she can't scruple about now. She tried her best to stay awake, but her eyelids were heavy, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

Before falling asleep, Lost saw Dusty Dust turning her head to look at her, and she still wanted to cheer up and see Dusty's expression clearly, but sleepiness struck, and she couldn't see it clearly after all.

For the sudden fall asleep when he was lost, he was not too surprised. He looked at the lost sleeping face with a sad look in his eyes.

"I seem to think of you. ”

This sentence swirled in Dust's ears and lingered for a long time. Or like some sharp weapon, it pierces deep into the dusty heart, and every second that passes, the pain in the heart increases.

Dusty put his hand on his heart and felt its strong beat. The "thump" sound showed that he was still alive.

It's not an easy task to live, and it's not even more so for Dust, who has regretted that choice almost every day in the thousand years he has lived—the choice to survive.

Even so, he is alive and hopeful. But it wasn't an easy task, and it was especially difficult for him.

"But why do I feel sad to think that you are a good thing to do?"

The words of the lost pierced the periosteum of the dust, and he was dizzy for a long time. Seeing Lost Tu wearing red clothes and dancing the dance that he was once familiar with, how could he not feel sad?

The source of that sadness comes from a sad story, that dance used to look beautiful, once intoxicated by the dust, but now it is full of sadness.

When Lost flew down from the attic in red, he noticed it. She must have remembered, yes, she remembered.

If the way she appeared, the music she chose, and even the dancing were exactly the same, there was no better explanation than when she remembered it. No more, no less, Lost only remembered the past of dancing, I don't know what Dusty looks like in her memory? Probably happy, but why has she become sad now? In that memory, Lost herself should also be happy, but now she sheds a tear, leaving sadness in vain.

She remembered, should she be happy or unlucky? Chuan Chen didn't know, she didn't know if she was lost, she just hoped that everything today was just a dream of red mansions, and she would disappear after waking up from the dream.

The evening breeze blows, slightly cool. Afraid of getting lost and catching a cold, he carried her back to the house to sleep. Lost slept peacefully, but Dusty still tried to slow down her movements, for fear of disturbing her.

He laid Lost on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and straightened her messy hair by the way.

There was a "clang", and the wind blew the window open. Dusty got up and went to close the window, only to realize that the wind was stronger than just now, and the air was mixed with the smell of moisture, and there would be a heavy rain soon.

I heard a murmuring sound in my sleep, and woke up. At that time, it was just dawn, and she was lying on the bed, the quilt was well covered, and the curtains beside the bed were also lowered, and she was fluttering slowly at the moment.

The candle flame in the room was still on, and she could see through the gauzy curtains, and the candle flame was orange-yellow, very warm.

After getting up, I felt cold when I got lost, and when I looked closely, the window that was specially closed before leaving was blown open at some point, no wonder I could hear the sound of rain. Lost approached the window and noticed that there was rain pouring in.

"It's raining. Lost muttered.

Although it was cold, I still reached out to catch the raindrops. raindrop

Smacking on the lost hand, it hurts slightly. When it falls, the raindrops splash around at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and when you get lost and look at it, there is only a puddle of water in your palm, not a drop or the shape of a droplet.

The lost hand kept stretching out the window, and more and more raindrops fell on her hand. Watching the raindrops fall onto her hands, Lost suddenly remembered that she had a dream when she was sleeping.

I can't remember the specific content of the dream anymore, I only remember that she cried in the dream, and even had sad feelings after waking up.

The sound of the rain was dripping incessantly, drenching not only the lost dream, but also her heart. Lost had been standing in front of the window listening to the rain, and because the cold was too heavy, she had already taken her hand back from the window.