Wu Daoan still returned to the dormitory late and saw a huge hand-drawn map of Sichuan on Han Zongxian's desk, on which he was drawing circles with a pen. He knew what he had discovered. However, the other two roommates were also in the dormitory, and he didn't say much, anyway, Han Zongxian would definitely talk to him when he was ready.

In the blink of an eye, another week has passed, and it is already the eighth week of school. Wu Daoan felt that although the true qi in his body was liquefiing every day, the progress was slow. Han Zongxian told him that the best way was to go and double cultivate with Shui Yuehan. But during this time, Shui Yuehan was very busy, it seemed that the Literature and Art Department of the Student Union was going to hold an anniversary party, and she, the Minister of Literature and Art, was naturally very busy. Wu Daoan finally had a tryst with her again after Thursday's club event. On the way, he raised the topic: "Yuehan, don't go home tomorrow Friday night." ”

"What the hell. Shui Yuehan looked at me with wide eyes.

"I want to sleep with you. Wu Daoan replied truthfully.

"Bah, stinky rascal!" Shui Yuehan glared at him angrily.

Wu Daoan scratched his head and said, "Then put it another way." I want to get up with you and listen to the morning wind together. ”

"Yo, great poet! But it still doesn't work!!"

Wu Daoan began to plead. After all, Shui Yuehan is a more traditional girl, and she naturally can't accept it when she first hears that she wants to roll the sheets. But looking at his cute little mouth and kitten-like pitiful eyes, I couldn't help but think of the charm of that night, and the fluttering feeling that I couldn't forget, my pretty face began to redden, my eyes rolled, I thought of something, and said, "You promised me one thing." If it's done, I'll think about it next Friday...... This and that. ”

"Okay, good!" Wu Daoan was overjoyed.

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The next afternoon, Wu was backstage in the school auditorium, looking at the ancient costume dress in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that this is busy." You still spared me, I didn't dance at all. ”

A boy beside Shui Yuehan spoke: "Senior sister, don't be nervous, that dance is very simple, you can learn it as soon as you learn it." Wu Daoan remembered that he seemed to be the deputy minister of the Ministry of Literature and Art.

Liu Tingyu, who was everywhere, said very unkindly: "If you want to wear it, you can wear it, nonsense!"

Shui Yuehan also said, "An An, have you forgotten to promise me something?"

Wu Daoan was very reluctant in his heart. Although he also wore women's clothes several times, it was only limited to a small area. For example, in front of the few people in the Chinese Studies Society, or by Shui Yuehan's side. Now let him rehearse the dance in front of so many students as a girl, and finally show up in a long skirt in front of thousands of people, of course he is unwilling. But he had already promised Shui Yuehan, for the sake of his double cultivation again, and for the sake of marrying Dan as soon as possible, he could only endure it.

He entered the dressing room, locked the door, took off only the big boxer trousers, and took a lot of effort to put on the long red chiffon dress with a complicated style, and then put on a long wig with a hanging bun, put on embroidered shoes, and looked in the mirror without any problems, and walked out of the dressing room. When the students outside saw him, their eyes widened in surprise. Where is this still a person, it is clearly a fairy who has fallen into the mortal dust by mistake. The ankle-length skirt sets off his slender and slender figure, and on his swan-like white and slender neck is a fairy-like face without the slightest fireworks: the perfect melon seed face is thin if it is fattened and thin, the thin cherry lips are slightly upturned like strawberries in midsummer, and the big watery eyes are like a prosperous spring, without any impurities, crisp and transparent, refreshing. I don't know which boy exclaimed in a low voice first: "Fairy descends to earth!" Everyone agreed. Shui Yuehan on the side looked at him, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

It was still under the urging of Liu Tingyu that the onlookers dispersed and went their own way. The grade of this school celebration party is quite high, and even several leaders in the city will come to see it. It was not only the students who participated in the performance, but also some well-known singers and professional dancers. Originally, there was a solo dance program at the party, but it was agreed to invite a popular dancer from the outside to come. But just 2 days ago, this actor was in a hurry and couldn't come, so everyone in the art department had to contact other actors separately, but there was no result for the time being. Shui Yuehan also had a whim, and asked Wu Daoan to try it.

The dedicated choreographer is a middle-aged thin woman, and it is said that she has guided the movements of many of the supporting dancers in celebrity concerts. When she heard that Wu Daoan had no dance experience, she was very angry, and even said nonsense, how could she train a dancer who could be on the stage in a week. But under the repeated requests of Shui Yuehan and other members of the art department, she finally agreed to give it a try.

The process is also very simple, that is, she does a basic action, Wu Daoan follows and learns. Gradually, the instructor was shocked. Many basic movements may seem simple, but they require extreme flexibility and coordination. She thought that this layman would soon retreat, but he could make every move. The first time it was jerky, the second time it was proficient, and the third time it was perfect. Almost in just an hour, he was able to master all the basic movements. The instructor was amazed and began to teach coherence of movements, precise beats, facial details, and so on. After two hours, she repeatedly praised Wu Daoan as a dance wizard. In the final analysis, his body after building the foundation is much stronger than that of mortals, whether it is strength, flexibility, and coordination, it is beyond the limit of mortals' abilities. The other members of the Literature and Art Department were naturally overjoyed with his performance, and praised the minister for his good vision and digging up a superb schoolgirl. The only unhappy person is probably Liu Tingyu, who feels that her status as Shui Yuehan's best friend has been challenged. But seeing that Shui Yuehan was so happy, she didn't want to do anything to ruin her fun.

After the rehearsal was completed and the dance instructor made an appointment to meet next Monday, Wu Daoan went back first.

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Before arriving at the dormitory building, Wu Daoan heard a melodious flute. Wu Daoan heard the sound and identified the position, which was actually from his bedroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Han Zongxian standing alone on the balcony of the bedroom playing the flute. His eyes were lightly closed, the tips of his hair and the corners of his clothes were flying in the night breeze, and there was no smoke and fire on his body, as if he had descended from the earth. He stood quietly beside Han Zongxian, listening to the melodious and gentle flute, which made him vaguely think of his hometown more than a thousand miles away. At the end, Han Zongxian finished the song, looked at the horizontal flute in his hand, and said: "I didn't expect that there is such a thing in this world that is so similar to the musical instrument of the old man's hometown. ”

"Old Han, you rarely talk about what happened when you were a child. Tell me about it, let me have fun. ”

Han Zongxian didn't answer him, and asked rhetorically, "Are you homesick?"

Wu Daoan thought about it seriously and said: "When I first left home, I didn't want to, I just felt very free, and finally left the jurisdiction of my parents, and I can do what I want freely." But after a long time, I thought about it a little, and now I especially want to eat the dumplings made by my mother. ”

Han Zongxian sighed lightly: "It's still like this after being away from home for a month, what do you think about being away from home for a hundred years?"

"You haven't returned from home for a hundred years!" Wu Daoan was startled.

"Once you enter the path of immortality, you will be a human in two lives. When I was 12 years old, I was picked up by a monk and worshipped in the Qingluan sect. When I returned to my hometown, it was a hundred years later, Shuangtang had long since become ancient, and my younger sister, who used to pester me when I was a child, was only a piece of loess left, and even her grandson was already in his old age. ”

Between the words, Han Zongxian played with the transverse flute in his hand, and the color of remembrance in his eyes became thicker. "My father was a famous musician and worked in the city lord's mansion. I remember when I was young, after the family had dinner, he used to play the green woodwinds for my sister and me. At that time, I firmly believed that this was the most beautiful music in the world. The world has changed, the white clouds and the dog, after two hundred years, I didn't expect the old man to see such a musical instrument similar to the green wood wind again. ”

Han Zongxian said that, and played it again, it was a tune that Wu Daoan had never heard of, and the strong nostalgic atmosphere drifted away in all directions by the breeze.

"Old Han, you also teach me to play the transverse flute. After he finished playing, Wu Daoan spoke.

Han Zongxian happily agreed, handed him the transverse flute, and taught him the rhythm and beat fingering little by little.