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Mu Heng raised his head in surprise, "Why are you here?"

With a slight smile in his eyes, Zhao Ge put his hand on Mu Heng's curly, fluffy and colorful wig, rubbed it pamperingly, and said with a smile, "Isn't this cute."

"Where is it cute?"

Mu Heng felt that he was like an inexhaustible mobile power source, he could become the center of the world wherever he stood.

Zhao Ge took out the camera from his hand, sat next to him and hugged Mu Heng's shoulder freely, "Come take a picture, look at the camera, don't be so stern, just smile."

The corners of Mu Heng's mouth twitched slightly, "Can you tell if I'm smiling?"

"In addition to the mouth, other places can also laugh."

"Is this cheating?"

Zhao Ge paused for a moment, and his finger stopped 1 cm away from the button without falling, "Should I shoot or not?"

"shoot!"

The photo taken by the camera is instant, Zhao Ge looked at it for a while, and felt that this is a rare sight, "This photo must be preserved, who would have thought that you would be like today, this is definitely a precious piece of history. "

Mu Heng also stared at the photo, but fortunately, judging from his appearance, the chance of recognizing him is very low, "Are you gloating?"

"No."

"I've heard it!"

"I didn't, it was your illusion."

Mu Heng didn't have time to reason with him. Now he only took one photo, and there are still nine photos to take. The task sounds very daunting.Otherwise, just find nine random people and force them to take the photos to end the mission?

Zhao Ge suddenly interrupted Mu Heng's thoughts, "I can make a request, right?"

"..." Mu Heng stared at Zhao Ge with an expression of "Are you kidding me?"

"Don't look at me like that, I'll kiss you again."

"..." I'll see, come and kiss me!

"It's useless to be cute with me, my request must be fulfilled, otherwise the photo will be taken back."

who is afraid of who.

Mu Heng immediately raised his fighting spirit, sat up straight and asked, "Say, what's your request?"

Zhao Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes narrowed, and said earnestly with interest: "Do you still remember the dance I taught you before? Dance it for me again now."

Mu Heng was startled at first, "Here?"

"Well," Zhao Ge cut off the reason he hadn't said yet, "I'll be your dance partner."

"Are you serious?"

"True than gold."

Then Mu Heng became a little timid, and said with a twist of his mouth, "I don't remember."

"It's okay, I can teach you."

"Hey, how troublesome you are to teach, I have finished taking pictures in this little time."

"Don't be cute, I don't like this now," Zhao Ge said, still not daring to look into Mu Heng's eyes, fearing that his heart would soften if he didn't pay attention, "You should know that the purpose of coming here is not just to take pictures, right?"

Mu Heng elongated his tone lazily, "Hmm~"

"I don't know much about acting, but I still know a little bit about releasing myself. If you don't like acting, I'll take you away right away. If you think you still want to act, just trust me, okay?"

When Zhao Ge was talking, he looked at Mu Heng very intently, and the two looked at each other, and Mu Heng couldn't say anything doubtful.

He has always trusted Zhao Ge.

"I believe you."

"Okay, sit here and don't move." Zhao Ge got up and walked quickly to the side of the road where he parked, then turned his head and said, "Wait for me for ten minutes."

In order to prevent the students from mobilizing relatives and friends, their mobile phones have been confiscated in advance. Mu Heng can only watch the time on his watch. After watching for a while, he feels dizzy. He reaches out and rubs his temples, and rests his head on his knees for a short time.

The sun is soft on the body, and the noisy human voice becomes a unique lullaby.

Mu Heng unconsciously fell into a drowsy sleep.

Then he was awakened by the suddenly amplified noise in the square.

He followed the noise in a daze, and all his movements froze for a moment. He just stared blankly at the figure walking towards him, so surprised and excited that he didn't know what to do until Zhao Ge had already walked beside him. There is also a sense of unreality like in a dream.

At this time, Zhao Ge was wearing the same clown costume as him, with a ridiculous headgear, and his clean and handsome face was painted with exaggerated colors. Ridiculous, but Mu Heng couldn't laugh.

He didn't expect Zhao Ge to do this.

Two or three children bounced around Zhao Ge, holding his clothes and laughing happily. Zhao Ge was also making the children laugh. He didn't do any exaggerated movements, but just showed his kindness.

In the crowded square, the fountain in the center creates a gorgeous landscape.

Two clowns in exaggerated and funny costumes approached each other, attracting many people to stop and watch.

That strange feeling of being watched flooded Mu Heng's heart again.

He asked very puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Ge glanced at Mu Heng with a smile on his pale eyes and exaggerated eyebrows, then stroked the hair of the child next to him and asked, "Do you want to see Uncle Clown dance?"

The child immediately cheered and clapped his hands up and down.

"miss you!"

"I want, too!"

"..."

Standing one step away from Mu Heng, Zhao Ge extended his hand invitingly, "Can I ask you to dance? To make the children happy."

"Happy?"

Zhao Ge held his hand and said seriously: "The clown only exists to bring joy to people."

Zhao Ge just took Mu Heng's hand and came to a relatively open area, and the people automatically retreated to the two sides, leaving enough space for them.

"You used to love this dance."

"Well, the dance is beautiful."

"There's no clown now, just me and you, follow me and forget about everything else."

They danced the waltz, which looked elegant and romantic, and their coordinated and tacit dance movements were gorgeous and elegant.

Fingers clasped together, Zhao Ge put his hand lightly on Mu Heng's shoulder blade, and Mu Heng landed on his upper arm, then Zhao Ge retreated to the left and Mu Heng moved to the right.

As soon as the waltz started, the two quickly entered the state, only thinking about what to do next, forgetting what they were pretending to be, where they were, and how many spectators holding mobile phones to take pictures beside them.

This scene is very eye-catching. Before you know it, the fountain is full of spectators. They hold up their mobile phones to record all this, and almost no one makes a loud noise.

Zhao Ge lowered his voice and said, "Do you still remember the first time I taught you how to dance?"

"Remember, it was a gift from you on my birthday. That night we danced in the bedroom until midnight, and the servants thought we had seen a ghost."

"You also swollen my foot."

"I said no more dancing, you have to teach me."

They waltzed unscrupulously under the sun and watched by countless people. The water column of the fountain next to them seemed to cater to the dance steps, and sometimes misty water vapor sprayed down.

Entering the state, forgetting everything around them, they seem to have returned to the past.

In the gorgeous and exquisite palace, wearing only a simple white undergarment, Zhao Ge held hands tightly and practiced the dance step by step clumsily. The candlelight exudes a gentle and romantic yellow halo, reflecting each other's shadows in the dark Above the wide palace gate.

He looked at Zhao Ge quietly under the light of the candle. What he was obsessed with was not the dance steps taught by Zhao Ge, but the seriousness and concentration he showed at this moment. These concentration belonged to him alone, and he would rather make himself look stupid , and don't want this wonderful time to end too quickly.

The waltz ends.

Even in their funny clown costumes, they still won numerous applause of encouragement and praise.

Zhao Ge lightly shook Mu Heng's hand, then quickly let go, "Time is yours."

Mu Heng understands what Zhao Ge is talking about. The task given to him by the professor looks like a photo on the surface. In fact, it is more that he can understand the true meaning of acting. Whatever you act, you have to look like it. You must get rid of the principles you insist on, just like It's the clown, a character that brings joy to people.

Then a clown who cannot bring joy to people is not qualified.

During the time of this dance, he adapted to the environment of the scene, realized some principles that he had been insisting on, and even seemed a little stupid, and now he had to get rid of those unnecessary constraints.

Mu Heng was wearing an exaggerated clown costume. He imitated the movement of a kangaroo jumping forward with two legs, raised one leg and raised his arms to do a golden rooster independent posture. He was always smiling, which was not an exaggeration The expression on his face was constantly amplified by the makeup and became full of laughs.

The onlookers grew more and more, and some people began to laugh and applaud, shouting for another one.

Zhao Ge inadvertently and slowly withdrew from the crowd, leaving everyone's attention to Mu Heng.

During the performance, all Mu Heng's actions are from the heart, and it is a very honorable thing for someone to feel happy about it, and it is not as strange and embarrassing as he imagined at first.

He walked close to the onlookers with weird dance steps, and when he turned around, he took out a handful of candies out of nowhere, and the colorful candy wrappers made the onlookers jump for joy.

Mu Heng distributed these candies to the children who were rushing to ask for them, and heard those children chirping that they wanted to play with him and learn the movements of imitating animals.

With such a few simple actions, he completely adjusted the atmosphere of the scene, which is a very wonderful feeling.

A big smile appeared on the clown's face, "Would anyone like to take a picture with me?"

The task was completed very smoothly, not to mention ten photos, even fifty photos were taken.

When Mu Heng finally escaped from the enthusiastic audience, he found that Zhao Ge had disappeared without a trace.

The professor does have sharp eyes, and he can restore the scene from the expression of the person taking the photo. Mu Heng has no doubt that if he really managed to take the photo, the professor would still judge him as unqualified.

"Good performance, I thought you would just play it off."

Mu Heng said: "How is that possible." He thought to himself that he had indeed had such a plan.

The professor raised his foot and patted Mu Heng's shoulder with a smile, and said earnestly: "But it's not good to dance with your girlfriend in the square. Is it because you are just thinking about it?"

"Oh," Mu Heng looked at the professor innocently, "Teacher, are you jealous of me?"

The old professor, who was not yet married, blew his beard and stared, and drove Mu Heng out with a sullen face.