[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

"I said..." The proprietress pointed at the smiling Tang San, his whole body was furious. If Zhao Jue hadn't been feeding her grapes, she would have rushed up and beat someone up, "laughs Your sister is laughing! Isn’t it because you don’t know how to dance Western-style dances and you have to find foreign aid! Smile, believe it or not, I’m giving you a big ear!!!”

"Calm down." The old accountant put down his teacup with a straight face, "There's nothing to panic about...you're too noisy."

"Hades, after all, you have to understand Fifteen's resentment towards the person who abducted old Ke'er," Lao Jiu looked at the red Danko painted on his nails today, and stood up pulling his white dress that reached the floor, Her long black hair fell on the ground, and her bangs, which were forcibly cut by Eleven, were not too disobedient, "Well... After all, Fifteen came from an era when there was no Western-style dance at all, and she didn't have any talent in pas de deux. So we are here to teach you at her request today."

"Be mentally prepared. After all, although I, Persephone, seem easy to bully, I am at least a noble second-generation god with the title of Queen of Hades."

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"So today they drilled you very miserably." The moon tonight is very round, and she huddled on the chair with her chin propped up. Tang Yuke nestled in the yard watching the moonlight of the fifteenth day, and stared at Tang San from the corner of her eye. His pupils were full of constriction.

Tang San smiled helplessly, it seemed that after she lost her memory, she became more and more like the innocent lady who stepped on his face and went down the wall at first, looking at the world with slyness and joy—— After all the burdens, he was finally able to go away indifferently and freely - but he was really happy for this, and earnestly hoped that this kind of smile could last for a longer time, so that she would not have to worry again.

He wanted to protect her from this world, so that she would no longer be disturbed by the world of pain.

"So...can you dance? Dancing is very important for social communication," Tang Yuke has been able to walk normally after rehabilitation during this period. In the action class of ordinary people?

She jumped down lightly from the chair, her white hair was tied into a ponytail. This morning, I didn't forget the obsessive-compulsive disorder eleven. Pandora's poisonous hands were neatly cut. Grasshopper groaned softly and stretched out his hand to him: "Although the soul doesn't remember how to jump, the body probably still records the movements that have become a habit, right? If this is the case, there must be no problem guiding you. If you wait a little later Learn, maybe those two guys with malicious intentions will toss you to the brink of death? I'll help you a little bit."

"Then Mr. Tang San, the first note, when dancing ballroom dancing, you must not be invited by a lady first."

Tang San smiled and bent down, imitating what Persephone and Hades demonstrated to him today, but with such anxiety in his heart, he stretched out his hand to the smiling beauty in front of him.

Tang Yuke gently mentioned the gorgeous dress that Little Rabbit asked her to wear today, and returned a gift to him. Maybe it was a coincidence. In the past, she would not wear such an overly complicated and cumbersome dress, but at this moment But it just seemed like a miracle, making this dance that belonged to only two people extraordinary.

He put his hand on her waist slightly stiffly, Tang Yuke smiled slightly, and now he has her in his arms... as carefully as if... enclosing a world.

Compared with Tang San, she is indeed shorter... Fortunately, she is wearing high-heeled boots now, and her height probably matches well.

"Do you still remember the rhythm of the music?" Tang Yuke asked him.

Tang San subconsciously thought of Persephone who was staring at him ferociously with a pointer during the day, and secretly shivered: "Strong, weak, weak?"

"Yes," the white-haired beauty in front of me smiled, "but you don't need to tremble, right? Although ballroom dancing is more difficult, dancing to the rhythm is mechanical work. If you master the rhythm well, it's easy to form body memory, and then It’s just that it doesn’t matter how you fugue, you won’t make mistakes.”

"Come on, the first shot is strong, take a bigger step, lift your foot... Pfft, no wonder you will be criticized, you lifted the wrong foot..." Tang Yuke bared her teeth when the wrongly lifted foot of Tang San kicked her calf bone , his expression distorted for a moment, but in the end he couldn't hold back his joy, "But it's no wonder, I should have taught you the basic slow four first, but Persephone made things difficult for you to teach the slow three first...it doesn't matter, and I'll just dance together. Well, it's been a while since Xing Luodi was young, and they used to stick their left foot to their right...Of course, you are smarter."

When she said the last sentence, she blinked playfully, looking very happy.

"Then try again... strong and weak... ah..."

"I'm sorry!" Tang San trembled again in fright, "It's all right!"

"Well..." Tang Yuke bent her eyes, "It was just stepped on..."

Although the appearance of bouncing and covering his feet is not convincing at all.

"Huh..." Taking a deep breath and staring at him with her hips crossed, Tang Yuke hit the ground with one foot, her expression was a little dissatisfied, but with a hint of snickering, "So how about doing it again? I am injured, please do everything carefully. Don’t be afraid to step on me and shrink back. If you walk to the side like this, it is inconsistent with the slow three-step jumping method, and it looks unattractive. You will be arrested. Ersephone played it. In fact, as I said, ballroom dancing is mechanical labor. As long as both men and women move forward or backward in harmony with the rhythm of the music, they will not step on each other's feet. Trust me Well, trust yourself a little more~ at least we still have a tacit understanding, don't we?"

"Then... shall we do it again?" Tang San looked at her smiling face, shook his head, stretched out his hand seriously, and held her waist.

This time the dance moves were right.

The dance music that sounded at an unknown time echoed in the night sky, and the beauty of ballroom dancing was displayed under the moon at this moment. Men advance and women retreat, they fit together very well, there is no mistake, just like thoughts are connected, and they advance together without any hesitation. Stepping back, every step on the same vibrato is very natural.

Suddenly, like a blessing to the soul, he hugged her and twirled, and the gorgeous skirt spread out a bright, complicated pattern under the moon, and he didn't know who was fascinated by it.

In the inn, the proprietress who sighed that her family had been kidnapped was playing a game, sighed and watched as she didn't control the hand that pressed the record player... Why did she subconsciously play the accompaniment to add atmosphere to them!

"Ah Yue, look." Zhao Jue, who was feeding the lady boss cherries, turned her head, and Yue Niang followed his line of sight, holding her breath.

Under the moonlight, the silhouettes of the two people are elongated, and the woman is standing on tiptoe.

They embraced each other, at the moment when the music stopped and the record was sung.

She gently tiptoed and reached his face.

Leave kisses the color of moonlight.

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