After a meal.
A group of people who had been in trouble for a whole day were rushed to take a bath, Zhao Muchi watched the back of Spades leaving, and slowly shifted his attention to Bai Liu's face.
Bai Liu has finished washing. This person seems to have a requirement to keep himself clean. He immediately took a shower from the volleyball court. Now he is wearing loose pajamas and leaning on the sofa in the living room to flip through a book at random. .
"If you continue to look at me like this." Bai Liu closed the book and raised his eyes to look at Zhao Muchi next to him. "When the spades come out, I will have to fight with you."
Zhao Muchi looked at the book Salome that Bai Liu was reading. He closed his gaze and smiled disapprovingly: "I have fought him in a duel, although I lost it."
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Bai Liu asked calmly.
"Can I go out and chat with you alone?" Zhao Muchi looked at Bai Liu.
Bai Liu asked: "What are you talking about?"
Zhao Muchi looked down: "Salome?"
Bai Liu changed back to his white shirt and suit trousers, and after getting formalized, he and Zhao Muchi went out, and the two walked quietly along the coastline.
The waves beat gently on the beach, the sun has not yet completely set, and only a ray of sunset can be seen from the horizon. The faint orange light blends with the coming night and is reflected on the waves that are surging. Sparkling waves, the sea breeze is blowing softly and warmly.
Bai Liu was wearing leather shoes, but Zhao Muchi was barefoot. The two walked on the beach not too far apart, leaving behind a string of shoe prints and a string of footprints.
"You deliberately put this book on Salome on the sofa for me to read, right?" Bai Liu said flatly.
Zhao Muchi replied with curving eyebrows: "Is it obvious that I am doing it?"
"Not obvious." Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at him, "but your reaction was obvious after that. You have been looking at me and you are waiting for my reaction when I read this book."
"Then what do you think?" Zhao Muchi turned his head, he looked at Bai Liu intently, carrying his hands behind his back, walking backwards, and asked lazily, "What kind of story do you think Salome is?"
"What do you think?" Bai Liu asked calmly. His eyes were dark and reflected in the faint sunlight. Zhao Mu was in a daze for a moment, "Do you like this story?"
He watched her mother's video tape too many times and was so familiar with the story that when asked by Bai Liu, he couldn't answer his specific feelings because he was too familiar with it.
Yeah, what does he think of Salome
How did he feel when he heard this story for the first time
It has been almost 20 years since he first heard this story, right? It seemed that when she was five or six years old, she was on his bedside, holding him tenderly, telling this strange story about this beautiful and crazy princess Salome.
"A long, long time ago, there was a beautiful and not free princess. She was too beautiful, so everyone was pursuing her, even her stepfather, the king at the time, coveted her beauty."
"The princess hates this kind of atmosphere, but she has never seen a man who can not love her appearance until one day, a man known as a saint, John was arrested by the king into the palace. It is said that he is the wisest in the world. The saint can see through everything, even the king dared not look directly into his eyes, but dared to imprison him at the bottom of the well, afraid to see the reflection of his filthy soul there."
"Princess Salome was very curious about John. She begged the guard who guarded the well to show her John in the well."
"The guard was obsessed with her moonlight beauty and agreed to her request and let her see John in the well."
"Salome just glanced at John and fell in love with him."
When he was young, he couldn't understand such unfounded feelings, and frowned and asked, "Why does the princess fall in love with John just by looking at it?"
"She is a princess, so many men around her like her, why would they like a prisoner in the bottom of the well?"
She stroked the top of his head amusedly, lowered her eyes, and the storytelling voice sighed: "I'm going to end here next."
"Because only John told the princess that the king was wrong and that he was a lewd king. He shouldn't have an indecent desire for the princess and the princess's mother. He deserves to go to hell."
"Salome fell in love with John. She showed her love to John again and again, but John refused him every time. In the end, the princess swore to the death to get John's kiss. She begged the king, the stepfather, to ask him to let John kiss him. "
"And the king said, as long as you do a dance for me, even if John disagrees, I will chop off John's head and give you a kiss."
"The king asked Salome, beautiful princess, would you like to dance for me?"
"The princess said, I will dance the most beautiful dance in the world for you, and I will get a kiss from the holiest person in the world."
"She danced the seven-fold veil dance for the king. It was so beautiful that she finally moved the king. He chopped off John's head and the princess lifted it up and kissed the dead saint fascinatingly."
"But I still don't understand." He frowned and began to analyze seriously, "Salome is beautiful and a princess, why do you like John, and John doesn't like her!"
"Maybe it is because John doesn't like her, that's why she likes John." Her tone contained many complex emotions that he didn't understand. "... Maybe what the princess wants is just a dance that looks at her and doesn't want to kiss. Her people."
At that time he could not understand the meaning of her words.
And at this moment, in the sea breeze and waves, Zhao Muchi looked at Bai Liu looking at him, calm enough that there were no waves in his eyes, and suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence, and also understood why Bai Liu would say that he would not kiss him that day. Go down.
Because what he wanted... It was never Bai Liu's like or kiss.
It's just an audience who doesn't want to kiss him.
"I don't like the ending of Salome." Zhao Muchi stopped, his purple eyes reflected the sunset, his tone was light, like a gust of wind, "She must regret it after she got the kiss."
"Really?" Bai Liu said nonchalantly, "Your opinion on this story is very interesting."
"Why do you think Salome regrets it?"
Bai Liu raised his eyes, no waves in his eyes: "Because you think that if you kiss me on that day, you will regret it too, won't you?"
Zhao Muchi fell silent, and then he quickly turned his face away and smiled: "... Bai Liu, aren't people in your country very subtle? You shouldn't be likable for a straightforward person like you?"
"You can just say that I'm annoying, I don't mind." Bai Liu spread his hands with a smile, "But what you said is true, I really don't like it."
"I'm the opposite of you. I'm very likable. Someone will take the initiative to confess to me wherever I go." Zhao Muchi glanced at Bai Liu with a smile, and joked, "I am a likable person who likes you. People who are unlovable have to be rejected by you. You really don’t know good or bad."
"Many people have commented on me like that." Bai Liu smiled, "Maybe this is indeed part of my personality traits."
"But I don't hate myself."
Zhao Muchi looked towards the beach and took a deep breath: "Do you... like watching dancing?"
"I can't appreciate it." Bai Liu answered honestly.
Zhao Muchi: "...At this time, I still hope you speak more tactfully."
"Well, can I re-answer it?" Bai Liu Congshan corrected it fluently. "I really don't appreciate dance as an art form."
"But if you want to." Bai Liu's brows were peaceful, and he smiled friendly and gentle. "I think you might refresh my perception and let me know again. It turns out that I was shallow-sighted."
"Dance turns out to be such a beautiful art form."
Zhao Muchi stared at Bai Liu for a while, and smiled as if sighing: "Has anyone told you that you are really a bad man who is very good at coaxing people?"
"Really?" Bai Liu smiled disapprovingly. "At present, only you have said it."
"Do you mean you only coaxed me?" Zhao Muchi lowered his eyes and said with a chuckle, "Stop, I have seen more men, I don't want to eat this set."
In the setting sun, Zhao Muchi wore plain clothes and performed a dance of seven yarns for Bai Liu with his bare feet. As time passed, the afterglow of the setting sun was like a layer of yarn on Zhao Muchi's body, layer by layer. , Finally revealing his original appearance, he raised his eyes to look at Bai Liu on the opposite side.
Bai Liu Deling generally applauded quickly.
Zhao Muchi sighed: "Your eyes tell me that you didn't understand."
"Yes, I may really have no artistic skills." Bai Liu admitted frankly, but soon he smiled and said, "But it's beautiful."
"You make me feel that dance, something that I can't find value temporarily, exists in this world, and it still has its meaning."
"Although I may not understand the meaning."
"The highest praise for dancing." Zhao Muchi stepped back, holding up the hem of his clothes, bowing slightly, and making a curtain call, "Thank you for watching."
Bai Liu smiled: "My pleasure."
One day later, in the game, the Wandering Circus Guild.
Wang Shun hurriedly ran to the meeting room holding a lot of materials, and almost fell. Fortunately, halfway through the run, he met Tang Erda and helped hug some.
"Fortunately I met you." Wang Shun let out a sigh of relief.
Tang Erda was puzzled and asked, "Why are there so many paper materials? Wasn't it all electronic before?"
"It's a long story." Wang Shun gave a wry smile and opened the door of the conference room. "It's related to our opponent in the next game. Let's go in and talk about it."
The moment the door of the conference room was pushed open, Wang Shun took a deep breath and declared: "Everyone, our opponent for the next game has come out."
"It's the golden dawn."
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