Feng Jingning thoughtfully didn't ask more, and only turned his eyes to look at the opening appearance on the stage.

The elegant hall gradually became quiet, and a faint sound of the piano sounded on the high platform downstairs, carried by the elegant drum beat, and the hanging curtain behind was a pair of peach blossom shadows painted by ink dots.

A young man in white clothes came fluttering, his figure was slender and elegant, his appearance was handsome and delicate, his long hair was half tied at the top and half draped in the hosta, and the tail of the wide-sleeved robe was painted with pale red peach blossoms, but it did not make people feel disobedient, but it revealed a sense of elegance, which showed the youthful madness of burning the piano and cooking the crane; It also shows the sonishness of mink Qiu for wine.

After the young man saluted everyone in the audience, the sound of the piano gradually turned melodiously. The young man in white stood on the jade platform, stretched out his arm as if with rhythm, every fingertip seemed to bring elegance and charm, and the long clothes and hair on his body were all stretched, which made people feel a sense of appreciation and obedience from the bottom of their hearts.

The corners of Feng Jingning's lips pursed slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

When Bai Zhengyan's eyes fell on the stage, the young man in white had transformed from the elegant white crane spreading his wings into a lazy and leisurely Fuqin and looking at the moon. Pushing the piano and dancing, intoxicated on tiptoe, wearing flowers and willows, not sticking to the leaves, wide-sleeved clothes are almost like riding the wind, long hair is flying and fairy-like and elegant, there is no sound at all in the audience, everyone's eyes are firmly tied to this picture that does not seem to be in the world, and the heart is stretched and happy, and involuntarily intoxicated.

Bai Zhengyan's heartbeat almost jumped out of her chest, and she stared at the dancing boy on the stage without blinking for a moment.

The young man in white gradually changed from slow to fast, from his fingertips to his toes, giving birth to a graceful flying feeling, which was like soaring in the mountains and forests, and like swaying among the flowers. The peach blossoms on the clothes, between his wide sleeves and his fingers, under the feet of his clothes, are lifelike at this moment, like a rain of flowers sprinkled all over the sky, and they are all raised like a dream, and everyone present seems to smell the fragrance of the clear fragrance with his comfortable and slightly drunk expression, and is intoxicated by his otherworldly smile, and cannot extricate himself between the lines and stops. The young man in white or strolling in the courtyard, or the goddess scattering flowers, or breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, or floating a dream, or turning into a feather and ascending to the immortal, or the shadow of the wing, this raise of hand, a throw, are like a fairy charm overflowing, rendering. The look on his face, the opening and closing of his arms, the bend of his back, the gait under his feet, the flying of his clothes and hair, every song and stretch of his movements; Every minute and every inch of his body, the relaxation, rigidity and softness in it all make people feel poetic and picturesque, and the faint and faint music is in harmony, presenting this leisurely and elegant fairyland to the fullest, and no one in this world can get such a leisurely and elegant figure and temperament.

At the end of the misty song, the young man in white slowly slept on the arm of the tree pillow, closed his eyes and smiled, and his breath was lingering. In the end, this simple smile turned all beings upside down, like a captivating city.

The seats in the audience and the private room downstairs all took a long breath and let out a long sigh, and only after a moment did they burst into amazing thunderous applause and shouts.

Feng Jing Ning Fang came back to his senses from the exquisite skills in the audience, and thought that he could not show such a kind of emotional charm and dancing style. When he turned his eyes to talk to Bai Zhengyan, he realized that there was a fragrance of tea beside him, and the mysterious woman had left without knowing when, and at this moment, there was no trace of her in the private room.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, and a little curiosity stirred up in his heart.

There are many discussions in the private room in the audience, full of praise for this, and people who have seen this dance before are deeply sighed, with tonight's dance is the most peerless, incomparable.

The family members of the "Youlanzhi Pavilion" also sighed in the audience, this bamboo fungus seemed to have divine help tonight, and it danced more than 100 times to a level beyond his own qualifications. On weekdays, the bamboo fungus is also the most outstanding dancer in their pavilion, but tonight's dance has to make them marvel like a dream, and people are intoxicated and don't want to wake up.

In the backyard of the elegant pavilion, Zhusheng is preparing to go back to his room to rest.

In the wide courtyard paved with bluestone, under a red wood hibiscus tree, a white figure is elegant. The man's face was mysteriously hidden in the hazy white veil and the half-dark shadow of flowers, and he followed the footsteps as he approached, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked in a low and graceful voice, "Who are you?" ”

The beautiful shadow under the moon shadow flower tree, like a fairy like a god, like a demon like a demon, made Zhusheng involuntarily stop and stand behind her.

The figure came Miao Miao, and he heard his own voice ringing in his ears: "My name is Zhu Sheng." The next moment he felt a cold hand caress his cheek, as if to see if his face could be removed. After a slight pain, he saw that the face in front of him frowned slightly, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes were full of doubts and disappointment.

This face is half elegant, half mysterious, which makes people slightly frightened! But the look of those narrow phoenix eyes suddenly dimmed, but with a touch of heartbreaking sadness and sorrow.

The Qingyi figure let go of his hand, took a step back, and asked in a low voice, "Who taught you this dance?" ”

Zhu Sheng's smart eyes blinked, and his lips opened slightly: "I made it up myself." ”

"Impossible!" This kind of charm and posture is clearly Gu Xi's doppelganger, and those dancing postures can be the same as the set of swordsmanship steps and posture that he finally taught her. Bai Zhengyan's cold voice suddenly sounded, and his eyes became deep and sharp, and he forced Zhu Sheng's eyes with the power of the former commander of the Nine Heavens Horse, with a determined and questioning tone.

Zhusheng was not alarmed, but asked inquiringly, "Could it be that the girl actually knows my teacher?" ”

"Who is your mentor?" There was a trace of excitement that could not be concealed between Bai Zhengyan's words, his eyes were slightly lightened, and his heart could not hide the rapid pounding.

"My teacher's surname is Gu ......" Zhu Sheng said slowly, and found that the woman in front of him trembled slightly when he heard the words, and then he said slowly: "Teacher, he has always forbidden me to mention his name and existence to others, but since the girl can see that this dance is not what I think, she must recognize my teacher?" ”

Bai Zhengyan bowed his head silently, and once again seemed to have condensed all his strength, before finally asking, "Your teacher...... Where are you at the moment? ”

Zhu Sheng smiled and shook his head: "This dance was taught by chance with my teacher two years ago, and I have been studying it until now, and I dare to show it in front of people today." I haven't seen my mentor since I said goodbye two years ago, so I really don't know where he is now. ”

There seemed to be another rupture in her heart, and although she had known that it was impossible, she had indeed once again ignited a faint glimmer of hope. Or just their own wishful thinking, their own unwillingness to be sober, their own self-deception.

Bai Zhengyan walked out of the "Youlanzhi Pavilion" in a daze, walking in the bustling flow of people, she unconsciously walked to a lake, silently sat on the dead leaves under the withered hibiscus tree, looking at the sparkling waves of the lake under the moon.

Why is there another person in this world who is so similar to his figure? And this person is not him?

Can one person really imitate another person's Shen Yun gesture so similarly? Maybe this is the dancer's intelligence and talent?

Bai Zhengyan smiled shallowly, it's okay, there is at least one other person in this world who has his shadow on his body. And not to search the world and not find a trace of him, his smile, his preferences, his breath. This night, perhaps the happiest night she has had in more than two years, not only saw the porcelain he fired with his own hands on his friend, drank the snowy mountain plum tea he made with his own hands, but also saw his leisurely and drunk figure on his apprentice......

It felt as if he hadn't left this world yet, as if he would appear in front of his eyes unexpectedly.

Bai Zhengyan came back to his senses in a trance, only to realize that when the breeze blew, his cheeks were slightly cold, and he stretched out his fingers to stroke it before he knew when he had quietly shed tears. She took out a white silk handkerchief from the side sleeve and unfolded it to tie it to the tear stains, and she could still faintly smell the elegant grass and trees on the white handkerchief between her noses.

A familiar voice suddenly exploded in the sky, making her scalp tingle. Bai Zhengyan really couldn't hear such a sound anymore, and every time she heard the sound of fireworks exploding, she felt trembling all over. Now, once again, she could see the fireworks on the other side of the river flashing in the air without stopping, and the little memories and the little pains unexpectedly swept over her body.

The rise and fall of the fireworks has almost become her most frightening nightmare.

She could no longer admire such a beautiful sight, she could no longer remain indifferent to let the flames of the sky pierce her eyes, and even through the white handkerchief, she still felt a strange pain and burning in her eyes until it was unbearably warm.

The hateful Gu Xi, why did she accompany her to watch the fireworks again and again, so that she couldn't bear such a beautiful scene now!

Bai Zhengyan bit his lip and endured this beautiful scenery like Ling Chi, but the fireworks on the opposite bank never stopped rising and falling, reflecting the ground, and the snow on the trees was colorful and dazzling. At last she got up any longer, and fled almost hastily from the shore, gasping for breath like a fish on the verge of suffocating away from the fireworks, where she could no longer see or hear.

At this moment, she wanted to see his smiling eyebrows again, and how much she wanted to tell him that she was reluctant to let him go.