The clothes are fluttering lightly, and the aqua blue skirt is as gentle as water. The red brocade robe is as warm as fire.
Every time Mu Qingge landed, he firmly stepped on the beat. Qin Yiyao didn't have to do anything at all, just follow her.
"Relax, I'll take care of everything." Sensing Qin Yiyao's nervousness, Mu Qingge whispered in her ear.
The slightly warm breath brushed past the tips of the ears.
Qin Yiyao's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and the tips of her ears quickly turned red. 'Relax, I have everything. 'A few ordinary words made her feel surprisingly reliable.
This feeling was unfamiliar to her.
Instinctively, she wanted to resist, but her body faithfully relaxed its tension.
Her fair cheeks were stained with blush. During the dance, Qin Yiyao secretly glanced at the side face that was close at hand. There was no frivolity in those clear eyes, they were so clean that one felt guilty. Her beautiful face suddenly became less annoying, making her involuntarily want to outline it in detail with her eyes.
Tango is a representative of passion and passion.
However, Mu Qingge's dance steps gave her a different kind of style. The two people dancing gracefully sometimes looked like a lingering couple, sometimes like separated lovers.
The crisp dance steps, the tall and straight waist, moving with the melody, and the blend of hardness and softness make this dance surpass those empty palace music and dances.
The wind is picking up.
The fallen flowers in the garden were blown up, and the pink petals were swept into the air and headed towards the stage.
It seemed that everyone was attracted by the graceful dancing of the two and danced with them.
The unfamiliar dance steps and strange feeling made Qin Yiyao lose her mind for the first time. She moved with Mu Qingge's movements, and her whole body was like a dancing butterfly, giving her a sense of freedom from the confinement.
The wind blowing by her cheeks and the colorful falling flowers in her eyes made her forget this moment. Only the person dancing with her was left in her eyes.
"It's so beautiful! What kind of dance is this?"
"I've never seen that."
"This dance and this music can only be heard in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the human world."
The music kept repeating and the dance never stopped. At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten the disharmonious atmosphere and the ruthless ridicule.
Everyone hopes that this dance will not stop.
Even Qin Jinhao's eyes were full of shock. His eyes were tightly locked on the red color that was beating like a flame on the stage.
Si Mo's deep eyes were dark and endless. The glass-like luster covered up all his emotions, but at this moment, in these eyes, a fiery red figure and flying falling flowers were reflected.
Suddenly, a thought came up in his mind, which almost made him unable to control it.
'It would be great if I was the one dancing with Xiao Ge'er. '
In his fantasy, the figure dancing deep in his eyes seemed to have changed. The aqua blue figure gradually faded away, replaced by his pure whiteness. He held the fiery red, and he led her to dance among the colorful fallen flowers...
"Dad, when will Qingge learn to dance?" Mu Lianrong asked in a daze.
Her eyes were already shocked by this world-famous dance. She even suspected that she was just dreaming.
Mu Xiong was also confused. He had never seen such a special dance, and he had never seen Mu Qingge dancing. Unable to give his daughter an answer, he could only slowly shake his head.
At the same time, I also blamed myself in my heart for not caring enough about my grandson.
At the banquet, except for the melodious music, there was no sound at all. Everyone opened their eyes wide, admiring Mu Qingge's shocking dance.
(End of chapter)