After the waste wood is dropped, A explodes the world

Chu Xun turned off the phone.

Liu Xuan's hair was half dry, she lifted the quilt and lay down, "Okay, you come up too."

Chu Xun hesitated for a while, then lifted the quilt and got in.

Liu Xuan pressed the bedside light switch, turned around and fell asleep.

Chu Xun lay on the side, heaving a sigh of relief, thinking about the current situation.

A stranger spends 30 yuan to hire himself as a boyfriend, and spends a lot of money to buy clothes and diamond rings for himself. Is this just luck? Or is the person next to him out of his mind?

I kept thinking about it in the middle of the night before I fell asleep, and had a dream in a daze.

In the dream, it was raining heavily, and he fought desperately with the Spirit Sword in his hand, finally ended up in the demon lair, and rescued the dying master Shen Qingxuan, the only person in the world who was kind to him.It's a pity that Shen Qingxuan's injuries were too serious and he died without treatment.

Han Xiao's uncle Su Yi took over Shen Qingxuan's position and became the new leader of the Imperial Spirit Master. He hastily buried Shen Qingxuan, which became an eternal pain in his heart. Respect!"

A drop of tears fell on his face, it was icy cold, he opened his eyes abruptly, and saw Liu Xuan leaning on the bed with red eyes, just about to speak, Liu Xuan turned around and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Clean up, I'll take you to the program group."

Chu Xun raised his hand to touch the tears on his face, they clearly existed.

Liu Xuan was pressing so hard that he didn't have time to think about it, so he tidied up hastily and returned to the program group without stopping.

Since then, Liu Xuan has never appeared again.

A week later, the competition came as scheduled.

When the host raised the microphone and called out his name disdainfully, there was only sparse applause from the audience. He clenched his fists and walked onto the stage with his sword in hand.

The spotlight hit him, and he was independent in the center of the stage, his white clothes were like snow, and three thousand black hairs were scattered.

The beautiful sound of the piano sounded like flowing water between the fingers of the luthier, and his wrist slowly turned the hilt of the sword with the sound of the piano.

As the melody of the piano sound accelerated, the hilt of the sword in his hand turned faster and faster, and the sleeves of his clothes fluttered with his posture.Pink petals fell from the center of the stage, and the blade of the sword shuttled like a dragon, rolling up layers of petals.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither stopped and the sound of the drum sounded. He held the key in his hand and sent it out quickly. The sword fluttered up and down like a jade belt, coiled around left and right, with the sleeves of his clothes fluttering, just like dancing sword like this, he wanted to ride the wind and go home. .

The sound of the drum suddenly stopped, and the sound of the zither played again. The rotation of his wrist slowed down, and the petals fluttered down one after another, covering his head with black hair.

When the dance was over, the audience burst into tears.

He danced the sword like this, like a general's majestic but tragic life, as if he condensed the life of a hero who went through ups and downs but was finally martyred, full of sadness.

Chu Xun drew his sword and bowed to take his curtain call. The audience was silent at first, and then thunderous applause erupted after a while.

The lights on the scene came on, and the host dragged a long skirt and walked slowly, saying some compliments, "Chu Xun, what is the inspiration for creating this dance?"

"A dream."

"Can you tell me briefly what the dance is about?"

Chu Xun paused, took the microphone and started talking.

"In an age of ghosts and ghosts, the human race was controlled by the demon race, and when lives were at stake, Shen Qingxuan, the leader of the imperial master, went to the demon realm alone, and saved tens of thousands of lives at the cost of donating spirit beads and self-defeating divine power. However, The human race abandoned him, leaving him alone to suffer in the Demon Realm, and finally died miserably."

Li Xiao sat in front of the TV watching with relish, turned his head to look, and saw Liu Xuan's eyes turned red.

"Ah Xuan, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Liu Xuan turned off the TV, picked up the glass of red wine in front of her, and walked to the window.

"Let me tell you something." Li Xiao stood up from the sofa, walked towards him with his hands in his pockets, "My sister likes you and wants me to ask..."

"I like to be clean." Liu Xuan interrupted him without hesitation.