Qin's expression was still so profound and difficult to understand, Xue Zhen didn't know if she was still angry, how angry she was, she had already prepared an apology line, but she was made to look forward to it by Roland's theory of equality between men and women.

But something has to be said.

It is also necessary to maintain an equal posture and not to discriminate.

Pregnant!

Xue Zhen suddenly turned around and patted Qin on the shoulder: "Good buddy, if there is anything wrong with being a brother, I hope you will forgive me!"

Qin was stunned for a moment, and then the expression on her face became wonderful, both angry and wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, so she had to hold back her laughter and her face flushed.

In the distance, Roland held his forehead with one hand and bowed his head silently.

After a while, she finally stopped laughing: "It's okay, I have something wrong." ”

Snow Scar breathed a long sigh of relief, and sure enough, the words were still spoken, no longer suspicious, communication is the best way to solve all contradictions, and all kinds of suspicions, doubts, and worries before were suddenly relieved under this sentence.

Seeing that Qin was not angry, Xue Zhen also relaxed a little: "I am not the prince of the Snow Country, you know, the Snow Country is not a kingdom ......"

Jean smiled: "You are now." She gestured around with her eyes.

Snow Scar looked around and found himself in a dangerous situation.

Although people and their dance partners formed a pair, they were actually casually scanning the snow marks and the piano with their peripheral eyes. It's like a weasel ready to steal chickens in the dark.

And the snow mark is the chick in the weasel pack.

The music is back in Grieg's orchestral version of the Holburg Suite.

He now faces another big problem.

I can't dance!

Snow Mark originally wanted to make it clear to Jean, but he didn't want to dance, and he didn't expect that he would become the centerpiece of this dance party and attract attention.

The music has been playing for a long time. The gradual prelude is repeated again and again, pushing the atmosphere forward again and again.

And Snow Scar was still standing on the dance floor, motionless.

As the most distinguished guest present as the "king", he did not move, and others did not dare to move, so everyone stood on the dance floor like raising the national flag, not daring to act rashly.

Time passed with the music, and people began to speculate on it, and even the music began to get nervous - the hand of the orchestra conductor trembled a little: if he continued like this, he would probably have to start playing the national anthem.

Snow Scar was already embarrassed by the tense atmosphere, and just when people were about to lose their seats, he suddenly remembered that Qilu and Curry were fighting with a pistol in the arena.

Isn't Qilu's gun dance also a kind of "dance"?

What a genius I'm a genius!

The gun dance starts, and Snow Mark holds the shape of a gun in his hand, pointing directly at Qin's forehead.

Qin was stunned for a moment, then laughed cruelly, and bent down with a smile, and the elegance of everyone's young lady was scattered on the ground.

Jean had actually been watching Snowmark's reaction and had fun doing it - she had wanted to see Snowmark make a fool of herself as revenge for him. When he saw Snow Mark's epiphany expression, which seemed to light up in his mind, he thought he really had a good idea.

The result was as shockingly embarrassing as ever.

The behavior of these two people made the people around them even more nervous, and everyone didn't know what the situation was. Don't dare to move, and don't dare to laugh.

Jean smiled and blushed, and finally stopped laughing and straightened up.

In fact, after Xuejin apologized lamely, she was no longer angry now, so she didn't stand still, which made Xuejin continue to be embarrassed.

With her soft and graceful posture, she skillfully and gracefully avoided the "gun" of the snow marks. The movements are beautiful, and they also contain the principles of soft boxing. The soft fist and gun dance are as neat as a couplet. Silver dancing shoes tap lightly on the marble floor, and a series of crisp tartas sound, and the steps are light and are stepping on the beat of the music.

A new kind of beautiful dance move.

Snowmark began his "dance" according to the gun dance of Qilu in his memory. Clumsy, blunt, like a sluggish killer.

The soft and light dance of the piano forms a sharp contrast with him, but fully interacts with his movements. Sliding step, avoiding the muzzle, spinning, breaking free of the grip, jumping, destroying the shape of the gun with slender legs.

At first, the snow marks were clumsy and stiff, but under the guidance and cooperation of the piano, and under the influence of the music, the snow marks gradually kept up with the rhythm, and the dance posture gradually became rigid and soft, fast and slow, and the gun shape in the hand also turned into more dance gestures, and the whole gun dance suddenly had a unique beauty, and really became like a dance.

His cooperation with the piano has become more and more tacit. In fact, this all depends on the instructions of the qin's eyes, and the snow marks follow the direction of the qin.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief: the dance began, and there was no doubt that this was a dance, and people still knew about this rhythmic body art. Everyone's dance began.

The dance is the same for everyone, and this is the traditional group dance of the Northern Olympics.

But these neat and uniform phalanx-like layouts are so rigid and monotonous.

So much so that when Jean and Snow Marks shuttled through the crowd with their unique dance moves, everyone felt that their eyes were bright.

Like the first lotus flower blooming in a lotus pond, it makes the whole lotus pond fragrant and makes all the lotus leaves meaningful. Snow Marks and Jean's unique dance also brought the whole dance floor to life.

The music gradually entered the climax, and the cooperation between him and the piano became more tacit. The two are offensive and defensive, well-founded, sometimes unified externally, sometimes entangled with each other, tacit understanding is natural, as if they have been practicing together for many years.

Repetition, repetition, and change appeared, and the "killer" gun seemed to be moved by the softness of the "girl", and the two seemed to fall in love, and the "killer" finally gave up killing and decided to wander the world with her.

More and more close-fitting movements appeared, such as knee car, inner strand, and big outer mowing, these soft fist throwing skills were displayed in the form of dance, and the dismantling movements were also made almost at the same time, skillfully smooth and aesthetically pleasing.

Jean's gorgeous dress flew up, throwing out a shard of laughter.

"Unexpectedly, you are also a maverick. Seeing Jean laughing happily, Snow Mark couldn't help but ask, ignoring the atmosphere of the entire dance hall.

"I didn't expect you to have a talent for dancing. "Lower down and avoid the bullets that snow marks are firing from tricky angles. Snow Scar pulled her up and returned to her starting position, and Qin smiled: "Anyway, on the pilgrimage road, I don't want to be bound by family and marriage again." ”

"Yes, this king can't look down on them to death!" Snowmark pointed at the surrounding people.

Jean also danced with her spear, and the snow marks held her waist, in the same shape as her spear, pointing at the invisible enemy outside the circle.

After such a long period of observation, Jean was already very familiar with the half-hanging spear dance of Snow Marks, so it was effortless to imitate. The movements of the two are uniform, like reflections in the mirror, attracting people's sideways.

The "killer" and the "girl" share the same hatred and are united to the outside world, and it seems that they are fighting for their freedom and love.

"Actually, on the grassland, it's not that I don't want to open the boundary gate to let you go back early. Jean said as he jumped.

"Oh?"

"I can't, I actually ......," Jean spinned, "I don't actually have the ability to read, just like you, I'm just an ordinary person." ”

"Then how can you enter Jerusalem, and still be a teacher......

"I used to have telekinesis, but for some reason I ...... I can't use it anymore, so I still have the basics, and I know how to cultivate, and how to get in and out of Jerusalem and the pilgrimage path, but I don't have the mental power of my own. ”

"I see, I blame you. ”

"This is my secret, and I want you to keep it a secret. ”

"Oh, I know this, Qilu taught me, I will keep it a secret. It was only then that Snow Mark understood why Jean had been refusing to tell the truth, and now that she knew this, she understood her approach better.

Jean smiled slightly and expressed her gratitude.

When the music finally reaches its climax, Jean says, "The song is almost over, I'm going to start spinning, hold me." ”

The long aria of the climax sounds, the piano spun gorgeously in the middle of the dance floor like a blooming flower, and Snow Mark held her hand with one hand as a support point in the sky.

Spinning, spinning, week after week, like a perpetual spinning top.

The dance was finally coming to an end, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, for him, this dance was actually another kind of battle, and there was no feeling of enjoyment at all, although Jean's dancing was graceful and beautiful, but Snow Marks had no intention of appreciating it.

Snow Marks watched her graceful dancing, but gradually deserted in her mind.

Now that the dance is about to end, and he is out of embarrassment, the crisis and sorrow come back to his mind, and he can't help asking, "When will we leave the pilgrimage path......

The piano's rotation stopped suddenly, the confusion of her steps made her almost fall, and the white dress was driven by the tendency to stop and gathered on her slender legs, as if wet by the rain. The snow marks held her, but she slid down as if she had lost her life until she was prostrate on the ground.

Like the death of a swan.

The escape journey of the "girl" and the "killer" finally ends with the death of the "girl". Whether he was accidentally injured in a battle with an enemy or was accidentally injured by a killer is unknown, but in any case, it was a tear-jerking love tragedy.

This is a very story-telling rendition, and if it were named, it would be called "Killer Tragedy". The story of "Killer" and "Girl" from acquaintance, acquaintance, love to farewell is shown in this dance.

This dance contains a story, contains deep aesthetic emotions, and is endlessly evocative.

At the end of the song, the applause of the co-dancers and the audience poured out like a tide and lasted for a long time.

But for Snow Marks, the dance was a failure. Qin stood up again, and turned back into the indifferent little county lord, and like a professional dancer, dancing was just her job, and now she was finally off work.

The sensitive snow mark felt the change in the qin, and sensed the subtle difference in the atmosphere from before, and the girlish youthful aura that overflowed the qin's body was retracting into her body like a flame against the current. Snow Scar secretly wondered: Is this change related to my question?

But I'm just asking one of the most important questions of the moment.

"There are three ways to leave the pilgrimage path, one is to open the door by the subject himself, which I can't do, the second is to wait for ten hours to open the door automatically, which you can't wait, and the third way, which is to untie the knot in the heart of the subject. ”

After all, the pilgrimage path is a place created by the nurturing masters to observe the subject's inner world, so as long as you untie the heart knot, you can leave, and Snow Mark found the truth about the barn incident on the pilgrimage road before, that is, his heart knot, and soon after untying it, the door will automatically open.

"Then your heart knot is ......"

"I'm a little tired. Jean wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Let my sister tell you the rest, she knows." With that, Jean walked up the stairs back to the second floor.

Looking at Qin's back, Xueji suddenly felt a great sadness, like a cloud of smoke in reverse, as if Qin was gone and would never come back. He suddenly let out a sound and stopped Jean: "Hey!

She turned back on the stairs, her indifferent and stolen figure as before.

"We're friends, aren't we?" He didn't know how to express the strong feeling in his heart at this time, and a thousand words were only turned into this simple question.

Qin also seemed to feel something, her breathing was a little unsteady, as if she had something to say, but after being silent for a long time, she only spit out one sentence softly:

"Of course. Her eyes were dull, "And I'm your guide." ”

Turn around and leave.