The street lights lengthen Fu Sinian's shadow, shorter and longer.

Fu Sinian likes this kind of tranquility with loneliness. Many years ago, when he read Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley", he fantasized about a small alley like this, a girl holding an umbrella in Jiangnan, walking towards him with a faint melancholy smell of lilac.

This is not a rainy night, so naturally there is no girl holding an umbrella. Fu Sinian gave this shot to the girl just now, slender and swaying. Does her smile also have the smell of lilac?

Pure and indifferent, no girl's smile in the world can make Fu Sinian so addicted.

If she wears a beautiful Miao suit, she will definitely be much purer than a Jiangnan girl holding an umbrella.

Pure beauty? Fu Sinian blamed himself, why can't he think of better words to describe it? Even if he imitates "Rain Alley" and recites a new poem like a lonely phoenix.

What Fu Sinian couldn't forgive himself was that if he hadn't been stiffened by that smile, he would have been able to follow her and see her gracefulness and beauty.

Appreciation is sometimes a kind of beauty in distance.

Although Fu Sinian had thought about kissing her smiling face, he had not thought about the possession of desire.

This lonely alley requires not only a lonely heart, but also that lonely girl.

Fu Sinian looked at the riverside with regret.

A leisurely music broke the loneliness, and Fu Sinian could hear it. It was the popular lotus pond moonlight nowadays. On this summer night, there were no lotus ponds in the Tuojiang River, and there were only a few small boats rippling in the water. Fu Sinian still felt the coolness of the lotus pond on the summer night brought to him by the music.

Music came from the riverside. Fu Sinian looked at the sound of the music. Under the not-so-bright street lights, there was a curved willow tree. Next to the willow tree was a stone slab protruding from the riverside. On the riverside beside the stone slab, there was a small boat lying. This stone slab probably formed a simple small pier. It was seen everywhere in the Phoenix, close to the stone slabs by the riverside.

Looking closer, Fu Sinian's breathing became rapid. A girl, wearing a silver Miao family phoenix crown and red Miao family clothes, danced gracefully in the music.

Her dance is very basic, but not outstanding, and a little awkward. She has not danced out of the rhythm of music. It can be seen that she has not danced for many years. These have not affected her passion for dancing. Her dance is sometimes free and unrestrained, sometimes graceful and melancholy, improvised and danced casually, and she dissolved herself into the world of dance.

Fu Sinian looked blankly, his heart had been integrated into her dance, as if he was her dancing soul, her graceful dance steps danced for him, and his persistent soul stayed for her. She danced his loneliness, and he read out her melancholy. After a long period of time, the souls met in an instant.

The music stopped and the dance stopped. Fu Sinian walked over and patted his palm gently.

The girl was completely immersed in a human world just now. When she heard the clapping sound, she realized that there was an audience member. She turned her head and smiled softly.

It was this familiar smile again. Once, smile again, smile three times, smile three times, smile three times, smile four times, feel that he is really soft.

The girl stood in front of Fu Sinian generously, and Fu Sinian was completely stunned.

She looked like a golden phoenix flying out of the Miao village. Fu Sinian was stunned again, too stiff to move.

The girl took off her hair and picked up the phone and bag placed next to her. Seeing Fu Sinian staring at her in a daze, she lowered her head a little embarrassedly. Then she realized that the buttons of her bra had fallen apart at some point, and the secrets of her body were almost exposed. It was Fu Sinian who stared at her. The girl was panicked and turned around, hid under the shade of the tree, and buckled her trembling hands several times before she buttoned them.

Fu Sinian was still dazed by her smile. The anger she turned around made Fu Sinian realize his loss of composure. Fu Sinian wanted to smile, but he just reluctantly involved a few muscles on his face. He might as well not smile.
Chapter completed!