32 A Dance So Beautiful (1/2)

Just as Qin Xiaoyou finished speaking, the entire venue was suddenly in an uproar. Everyone's gaze subconsciously looked over to the 4th Battalion's area. As for the people in the 4th Battalion, they all started to size one another up, looking for who Mo Wen was.

Previously, there were many people speculating about Mo Wen and guessing what the relationship between the battalion beauty, Qin Xiaoyou, and Mo Wen was. At this moment, Qin Xiaoyou took the initiative to specifically request for Mo Wen to be her accompaniment, throwing him into the limelight once again.

”D*mn, it's that Mo Wen once again. Just what kind of person is he? I really want to have a look.”

”F*ck! Mo Wen indeed has a relationship with Qin Xiaoyou that nobody knows of.”

”My heart is broken. How can my goddess have someone that she likes?”

”Impossible. How could Qin Xiaoyou have someone she likes? It must be fake! It has to be.”

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Mo Wen looked at Qin Xiaoyou's sly gaze and the corners of his lips twitched a little. Requesting him as an accompaniment? How could he accompany her? He did not know how to do that, so Qin Xiaoyou must just be blindly joking.

Just as Mo Wen was about to reject, Qin Xiaoyou pulled a dried leaf from her pocket. The dried leaf was very proper and had evidently gone through careful selection by Qin Xiaoyou

”I know that you can play this.”

Her small hand gestured over at Mo Wen, and her mouth turned up into a satisfied grin, displaying her two little dimples.

After chancing upon Mo Wen playing his tune a while back, she came up with this idea. The tune that Mo Wen had played the last time gave her a very refreshing and amazing feeling. It was a very ancient classical tune that was filled with grief, which made her feel as if she was living in the ancient times. Thus, it was very suitable as an accompaniment to her ancient classical dance.

Hence, she cancelled the accompaniment that she had gotten previously, in hopes that Mo Wen could come up on stage and play that day's tune for her.

Mo Wen grimaced. He did not expect Qin Xiaoyou to remember the feelings from earlier that day. She really did not make things easy for people.

”Mo Wen, you and Qin Xiaoyou are definitely engaging in a romance.”

Wang Yuan looked at Mo Wen fiercely, as if he was looking at a major rival in love.

Mo Wen was too lazy to care about him and stood up by himself to walk over to the stage. He actually did not mind. After all, it was just playing a tune. Having been lucky enough to escape death, he would not succumb to stage fright, regardless of the situation.

”Thank you, Mo Wen, for showing your skills. His tune is very moving, so no one will be disappointed.”

Qin Xiaoyou placed the leaf in Mo Wen's hand and cheekily gave Mo Wen a smug glance; she disliked Mo Wen's personality of being so indifferent to everything, as she felt that such a personality was aggravating. He was clearly talented, but did not want to display that at the celebratory evening party. It was just too unreasonable.

Mo Wen could only helplessly take the leaf. It was his first time playing a tune in front of so many people, so there was a certain lack of confidence.

He walked over to an inconspicuous corner and sat down. Without another word, he simply minded his own business and started to play; he did not play the same tune from that day. Instead, he chose a classic tune that everyone in that lifetime knew of, which was called ”Blood of Mandarin Ducks”. The tune was very soothing and was an account of a sad, yet loyal love story.

The staff members took the initiative to place the acoustic amplifier in front of Mo Wen. Through the system, the tune was gradually spread throughout the entire venue.

In the beginning, the venue was very noisy and there were conversations of suspicion. However, following the sounds of the tune, the people unknowingly began to become immersed in it. It was as if the tune had mysterious, magical powers that could calm the restlessness in people's hearts and naturally quieten them down to listen.

Qin Xiaoyou was also immersed in the elegant tune. Although they were just notes, it was as though they could speak. There were imaginary beautiful images floating before the eyes of all the people, as the tune told of a sad, but beautiful love story.

She did not know when it started, but she subconsciously started to dance. It was as if she was the female protagonist of a story Mo Wen had told. With her beautiful dance, she displayed all her feelings from her heart.

She spun, looked back, hid her face from view, danced, and looked around shyly.

The elegant and graceful dance relayed the passion and loyalty of the love of an ancient woman.