Chapter 78: 78: Tears are so low

After nine o'clock, the loud and enthusiastic voice of the host in front was transmitted to the backstage through the microphone. Someone hurriedly headed towards the stage. Xirao handed two seat tickets to Mu Zeyang, "Sit here, wait for my performance to finish, remember to go on stage to deliver flowers to me."

Mu Zeyang then hugged his flower and was urged by Xirao to find a seat outside to sit down.

Xirao gave him the position at the forefront of the senior management of the Nanyi Arts and the guest seat. He sat in the middle without any awareness, calmly hugging the flowers and waiting for Xirao's program.

At the same time, in addition to the Nanyi School Association, there are several hot topics that bring the Nanyi topics to the Nanyi School are slowly rising.

The invited celebrity came to sit around Mu Zeyang, and he watched the show quietly. The venue for thousands of people was already full of people before he came out. Following the show, laughing or making noise, and the atmosphere was high.

After another sketch that made people laugh, the host came on stage to introduce the next program, "The hope under the silence is full of vitality in the tranquility. The next program comes from Xirao, a freshman in the dance department. Let us look forward to the dance butterfly wish she brought."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zeyang moved his stiff limbs, and when the host finished speaking, he held the flower to the stage in front of him, holding the mobile phone to record the screen close.

The stage and those who met Xirao who sat behind the live broadcast sat upright and held their breath following the stage where the darkness came down.

Then, a beam of white light that was like a passing through the ruins fell into the middle of the stage, followed by a gentle humming. At the midpoint of the white light, a figure slowly stretched out its limbs as the humming was performed.

For some reason, listening to this gentle humming, it seemed like I had returned to my youth and was peaceful when I fell asleep peacefully beside my mother. I danced little by little with the figure, and my chest was inexplicably stimulating.

The light blue skirt on the figure on the stage seemed to be as colorful as a stream of light under the white light. The ripples of water made the skirt seem to come alive, and Sui Rao's movements danced around her.

On the stage, Xi Rao was the only one who was humming and dancing, but for some reason, the eyes and noses were sore that they couldn't help but cry.

She occasionally stretched her arms, rotated and jumped, and fully interpreted a butterfly that broke out from the cocoon in desperate situations.

As the humming sounded gradually, the butterfly in the ruins struggled to flap her wings. Every move made people sweat for her. At the end of the humming, Xirao's movements on the stage slowly bloomed. It was freedom, hope, and rebirth...

When the humming ended, a large area of ​​light hit. The large screen projection around the stage instantly switched to a green forest. One of the butterflies with trembling wings were dancing freely. The audience in the audience couldn't help but plucked up applause. Accompanied by the applause, the forest and butterflies slowly ended.

The applause lasted for nearly two minutes before gradually extinguishing the enthusiasm. Everyone was still savoring the dance just now. For some reason, it was impressive. The figure of the butterfly seemed to be engraved in his mind.

Soon, the stage lighted up again, and Xirao reappeared in the host's words. When everyone wanted to take a closer look at her beautiful skirt, they found that she had already put on a very loose and large coat on the outside of the skirt.

After the host asked Xirao a few questions about the choreography and the stage, Mu Zeyang wiped the corners of his eyes, walked up from the side of the stage with a flower in his arms, sniffed in everyone's sight, and handed the flower to Xirao.

Xirao almost couldn't help laughing on the spot. How could she cry when she watched her dance?

Fortunately, the host said almost everything. She invited Xirao to step down, and Xirao took Mu Zeyang's hand and the two held hands and got off the stage.

The huge venue suddenly caused a sensation. Who hasn't heard of Xirao from the dance department of this Nanyi student? But... when did she fall in love?

Who is that boy?

Within three minutes, Secretary Lin, I want all his information.

Sunset CP fans who were watching live broadcasts across the Internet had already posted the video of Xirao dancing to Mu Zeyang offering flowers and the two of them stepping down in the group. They were all like the New Year.

【Oh my God, Sister Xixi looks so good, Sister Xixi, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!!!】

[Oh my God, my CP is so sweet. They hold hands on the stage of grand attention, wuwuwu...I really cried.]

[I cried too. I cried when I watched Sister Xixi's dance. I cried so hard. How could I dance so well...]

[Same, I can watch that dance for the rest of my life, and I, as an outsider, think it is very good to watch.]

[Xiao Bai Ding: Sister Xixi's skirt is like this on the stage. It looks really good. Sister Xixi, can you ask for a designer's contact information?]

At the same time, a title of *South Art Freshman Dance* also quickly became a hot search. However, before it was on the list for ten minutes, it suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.

It is hard to find high-definition videos of Xirao dancing online. All you can find is the distance blur and clarity, which makes people angry.

Xirao pulled Mu Zeyang and sat back on the audience, touched a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Mu Zeyang, but she still couldn't help laughing, "Puchi...hahaha... how about it? Do you still want to cry now?"

Mu Zeyang sniffed and saw Xirao's sadness coming again from close range. He looked up hard and stopped the sourness, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll try..."

Seeing this, Xirao directly wrapped her shoulders and leaned against her shoulders, "Okay, okay, cry if you want to cry, I won't look at you."

Mu Zeyang was so big that he was not very comfortable to curl up, but he also endured this position and reached out to hug Xirao's waist, and said in a soft voice: "You dance well, really well."

Xirao patted his back gently, "Yes."

What should I do if my boyfriend's tears are very low?

Of course, I'm going to laugh.

Xirao herself was not smiling enough. She was performing songs now, so she simply took out her cell phone. Mu Zeyang was still suppressing her emotions and didn't pay much attention. She stopped her hand. Seeing the sisters in the group setting off firecrackers and ruthlessly threw out a sentence.

【Xixi: Brother is really emotional.】

She didn't say everything, but the sisters in the group had already heard that Mu Zeyang had cried when watching youth pain literature movies. In connection with Xirao's words, she had already laughed.

【No? I think about what if I cry with my brother now, and suddenly I can’t continue crying?】

[Hahahaha, laughter, Sister Xixi comforts him, hahahahaha...]

【I can't cry anymore, hahahaha, my brother is really cute.】

[Yeah, do you have any sisters who have just saved the video? Now there is no video of Xixi's dancing on the Internet...]

[Huh? Can't you find it? I have it here, I'll send it to you privately.]

[Why can't I find it??? I haven't had time to save it yet...]

"Rao Rao..."

Xirao didn't have time to read the news from everyone later, she heard Mu Zeyang's voice subconsciously and turned off her phone, looking down at him, "What's wrong?"

"I like you very much..."

Xirao looked at his moist eyes and looked at herself clearly. She couldn't help but lower her head and kissed his eyelid, "Well, I know."

Mu Zeyang was sad for a while, but he still sat up and carried the flower in Xirao's arms to him, and took Xirao's hand to watch the later program with her.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!