Gray looked at her intently, unconsciously obsessed.

What a little fool she's in!

Originally,On the first day I saw her in the Northern Capital School Park,If she hadn't tried to dance the rather clumsy imitation of Vera Sakalova's "The Border of the Sky",But danced like usual,I don't know how many people will be fascinated!

She didn't understand at all, not the ones that were carefully choreographed on the stage were called dances, and how many of the most senior choreographers had to go deep into the inaccessible areas, just to dig out these unknown beauties.

She had no idea how beautiful she was in this natural state!

"How's that, our girl, it's beautiful!" A voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Gray was startled, turned his head to look, and found that there was an old man with a gray beard beside him.

This old man, Shaida had quietly pointed to and introduced to him—this was the person she had been close to since childhood, the wise man of the steppe, Kaykaus, just like her own grandfather.

The old man had a kind smile on his face, not like a "wise man", but like an ordinary old man next door.

Gray didn't answer, and if he really was a "wise man," then he shouldn't be needed.

The dancing girl saw the exchange between the two people, smiled, and spun away from their front to join the herdsmen dancing by the campfire.

Her participation made the people dancing together like adding another handful of wood to the raging flame, the flames rose all at once, and the temperature became even hotter.

"If you like it, why don't you smile?" The old man said with a smile.

Gray felt that he had been smiling all along, but for a long, long time, his emotions had not been used to being exposed, so the expression on his face became more indifferent than that of ordinary people, and he could hardly see any change.

Gray felt the old man gently tat him on the shoulder.

"Child, your life is too heavy, in fact, you don't have to work so hard, it's okay."

Gray's body shook a little, and he looked up at the old man with some surprise.

Shaida only quietly told her mother about him while she was looking for herbs, and Gray knew about it. In other words, the old man in front of him, who met him in Pingshui and didn't know anything about himself, could he see at a glance that his life was "very heavy"?

Shaida once told him about this "wise man", the old man's name "Kaikaus", which was originally the name of the ancestor of the tribe, and he had the knowledge and wisdom that ordinary people did not have, and he was always able to mediate and settle disputes between the tribes smoothly.

But in normal times, he was an ordinary, kind old man, and Shaida liked to follow him since she was a child, sitting with him and watching the birds in the sky and the sheep on the earth.

Now it seems, it is indeed a magical person.

"I'm used to it." In front of him, Gray felt like he didn't need to explain anything at all.

"But that's not what life is meant to be." The old man said, "The god of nature gives life to everyone, all of them have different meanings, many people don't know how to cherish it, but you are different." Child, you are already very good, and there is a brilliance in your life that almost no one can match, that is the light of a warrior, the tenacity and bravery of life. But child, the God of Nature has given you life, not just to make you experience suffering, but also to experience happiness, and it is the same for everyone. No matter how heavy the past was, it should not be a burden, and when you close your eyes, you should listen to your heart. ”

These words might sound esoteric and confusing to outsiders, but not to Gray. Every word seemed to hit the joints of the soul, and each stroke merged with the rhythm of the heartbeat.

The old man's eyes really saw through everything, but what he hoped for was that he could let go of the resistance to "imperfection" on his body and focus on finding peace and happiness in his soul.

In front of this person, Gray felt that his heart had somehow become honest - originally, even his own heart had never told him the truth.

I've never said it to myself, but I've always been scared. Everything today is built on a fragile balance that has been maintained with all its might. Every day, Gray, who is as quiet as water on the surface, has a faint fear in his heart, the world, no longer gives him the slightest chance to make mistakes, even if he is lazy one day, it may lead to the collapse of this gorgeous castle with weak foundations.

If that's the case, you'll be a complete waste.

Even Gray himself didn't realize that the "everyday" he was used to was actually an extremely tense state, every minute and every second.

In such a state, it is impossible to truly experience the taste of "happiness".

Gray looked into the old man's eyes and found that there was a loving and firm light in those eyes, which made people feel suddenly open-minded.

The old man seemed to say, "No, nothing you are afraid of will happen, because you are you, and you have proven yourself to be an angel with wings!" ”

Gray raised his head and looked around, he felt a slight trance in his consciousness, as if the color of the whole world had suddenly changed, it seemed to become lighter, and it seemed to add a touch of warmth.

He saw Shaida still dancing, she looked very happy, her skirt flying, bright red, like a burning fire. He saw that Angela had been dragged by Shaida into a group dancing around the fire, and the professional little dancers immediately imitated the simple folk dance. He saw Roman Christopher sitting excitedly beside the piano players, singing with them, his fingers tapping softly on his knees, and not turning down the bowl that was handed him.

Sure enough, I was the only one who couldn't fit in.

Gray tried to look at himself, as if he finally saw the transparent, solid shell that was wrapped around his body.

The first night in the grassland is joyful and unforgettable for everyone, with countless firsts and endless freshness. And this was the first time Gray had spent the night in a herdsman's tent.

Shaida's house has limited space, and only Angela is left behind to sleep with Shaida. Both Gray and Roman were placed in an empty tent at the herdsman's house next door, lying on a bed.

It's not even a bed at all!

Because of the frequent migration, large pieces of furniture have always been avoided, and the "bed" here is actually a direct floor. However, the bedding used here is covered with thick sheepskins, animal skins, and hand-sewn bedding from new cotton, which effectively insulates all cold and moisture. Curled up in the quilt, it was unexpectedly comfortable and warm.

Roman Christopher had drunk a little too much, and he had already fallen asleep with his head on the futon, and even slightly anhydrated. Under the faint candle light, Roman's beautiful face with a hint of redness, very relaxed and carefree, looked unusually strange.

Gray, who has always been intolerant of the presence of other people around him during sleep, just lies side by side with Roman, who exudes a slight smell of alcohol, and miraculously quickly falls asleep.