Chapter 389 (2/2)

(T/N : What type of name for a dance is that? I guess since I don't dance, I don't know, but still)

Even though the crowd did not know what this dance was, they somehow felt that the dance this girl would perform would be shocking

Ning Xuemo's body spun around and she started dancing.

In her former life, she had been a dancing and singing master. She had done jazz, street dancing, classical dance, and even pole dancing. When she danced, she was like a dancing fairy, making people drunk on her performance.

This Flying in the Sky dance was actually something she had encountered in a dream. At that time, she was touring Dunhuang when she saw a mural of flying. After returning to her home, she had a dream. In her dream, a young girl dressed in red was elegantly dancing to the music of a pipa.

After waking up, she remembered the dance, but forgot the lyrics to the song the girl was singing. At least she had remembered the tune of the pipa.

Because of this dream, she had concentrated her attention to learning the pipa for a period of time. Now, it was the perfect time to use her knowledge.

The big string was as noisy as a downpour of rain; the small string as quiet and delicate as a murmur.

The noisiness and quietness were jumbled up, like big and small droplets of rain falling down.

The sound was as sweet as an oriole singing and as hard as water flowing underneath frozen ice.

This was ”Song of the Pipa Player” by Bai Juyi. Now, it was fitting to use it as a metaphor for Ning Xuemo's pipa playing. The melody seemed to float from somewhere far away, making it so that people could not help but immerse themselves into the music.

Her dancing posture and movements were beautiful and elegant, making the female dancers standing to one side speechless and awestruck.

Her waist was extremely flexible and every movement of her hands and feet captured the heart and soul of those watching. Even the most picky female dancer would not be able to pick out a single flaw.

Dressed in her red clothes, she spun around as she danced. Suddenly, she would bend her waist and spin, then suddenly soar through the air. She was like a flower in full bloom in the spring wind; a phoenix emerging from a blaze of fire

The crystals on her body jingled together in unison with the music of the pipa. It was unspeakably harmonious; unspeakably beautiful and sweet-sounding.

If only I had Ning Xuemos dancing abilities

I read your comments! Everybody likes many different colors, which is really nice. I do agree with some of the readers when they said it really depends on which scenario. For instance, I like wearing black because it looks good on me, but I would definitely paint my room a pastel color (its lavender, which I adore~) so really, I guess it depends on when and where.

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