Novel: The door is lightly closed, the beaded curtain is gently swinging and then hanging low, standing in front of the door, neither entering nor retreating

The door is lightly closed, the beaded curtain is gently swinging and then hanging low, standing in front of the door, neither entering nor retreating.

"Sister, you have guests, I'll come back when you have free time." Suppressing the boredom in my heart, I just want to leave as soon as possible.

"Yi Li, there is a piano and a flute, just want you to give me some guidance, in a few days I will perform." Hagoromo's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Yi Li couldn't bear to sweep her interest, "Okay."

When the piano and the harp are played, the dance is also danced, and the eyes and ears are all enjoyed.

The sound of the piano is melodious and beautiful, and the strength of the fingers cannot be ignored. If he hadn't molested her in the first place, he would have been a gentleman in her eyes at this time.

Looking at the dance of the feathers, I only feel that it is better than the day at the pond, more rigid and soft changes and charms, less entanglement and sadness, dancing freely, the mood of the feathers must be the best.

The song stopped, the dance was finished, and the applause sounded.

Wei Yi pondered, that is, after reading, there must always be some comments, "Sister's dance is very good, but it is missing a little bit of essence." ”

"The essence? What do you mean? Hagoromo pulled up her long sleeves and waited for Yi Li's next step.

"Interspersed with some pristine things, such as wind and sand rapids, such as mountains and mountains, abysses, this flow will make the dance more dynamic and realistic, less empty and dry." Holding the small table and talking, she has always had a deep understanding of dance.

"Yi Li said it very well, if you let Yi Li dance, how will the rapids move?"

Yi Li stood firmly in the center of the room, suddenly placing the strength of his whole body on his wrist, flicking the long sleeve, and retreating backwards in a broken step, the cloud sleeve was suddenly high and low, the undulating waves flew in the room, and the breath of the rapids had appeared in front of everyone's eyes, vivid and vivid.

After a few such actions, Yi Li was already tired of sweating.

"Sister, okay, just add that."

Yu Yu hurriedly took the grape from the tubo, "Yi Li, come and taste it, it's very sweet." ”

Gently picked a grain in the mouth, it is really sweet, and seedless, it is the best of the fruit.

"It's delicious." After eating a few more, I got up and prepared to say goodbye.

"Miss Yi Li, can my aunt's birthday please come and dance this 'Green Bird Snow Dance' with Yu Xie?"

Aunt, it turned out that he and Wu Taishou were cousins, no wonder he had such a fearless and domineering behavior.

"No, Yi Li's body is not good, I am afraid I can't take on heavy responsibilities." Sister just come to dance. "Thinking of Na Wu TaiShou, I wish I could get as far away as possible, how could I take the initiative to send it to the door?"

"Hiding in the deep courtyard of this incense room is a pity for a talent like Yi Li." He spoke loudly, as if in sincere praise.

"Xie Zhonggongzi's praise, Yi Li withdrew." The tone is teasing, Xie has changed his tone, where there is sincerity.

Without waiting for Hagoromo's retention, Yi Li had rushed out of the room.

Running back to the Warm Xiang Pavilion in one breath, the person lazily leaned on the bed and gently commanded the snow to fall, "After the feathers come to please, push it off, just say that I am sick and not seen." ”

"Okay, Miss."

"When the snow falls, go to the kitchen and ask the cook to cook a cup of Sichuan scallop stuffed pears, put some rock sugar, and want the sweet one." She hadn't eaten these sweets for a long time, and suddenly wanted to eat them, and she would never be wronged by this food. If it wasn't for the discomfort of her body, she would have done it herself.

Yi Li's cooking skills are also not to be underestimated.

While eating the stuffed pears in the small cup and listening to the birds chirping in front of the window, the earlier troubles gradually dissipated.

"Miss, Ming'er, let's go fly a kite on Meishang, okay?" I haven't been to Meishan for a long time, and this ghost guy also wants to make a share of the hustle and bustle of the landscape.

"Okay. Ming'er set off early in the morning and took my hoop with her. ”

There is no appointment, just want to be at ease, I miss the feeling of the kite flying into the clouds, the silk thread in her hand seems to be her dream and freedom...