Chapter 15 Unrestrained Beauty
The lobby on the first floor has changed. The sofa in the middle has been moved to both sides, a huge black carpet is spread on the floor, a piano is placed on the left foot, and the camera is facing the big screen.
The production team has truly mastered the art of minimalism.
What should we do about Fu Yanle? He's got a tougher mouth than JR (a popular streamer on the Chinese mobile game), I'm starting to feel embarrassed for him...
[I hope Fu Yanle is the last one to go on; watching the first two groups makes it easier for me to run.]
【Don't run away, don't run away, there's still my Wanwan! Waaaaah!】
[Tang Wanbai: Please stay for me, okay? Waaaaaah...]
[I came up with a plan for them. Tang Wanbai is a classical dance major, right? Let him dance on stage, and after he finishes, Fu Yanle can come on stage and bow with him.]
[Tang Wanbai: Thank you!]
[...]
As the barrage of comments surged, the hall suddenly went dark. With a rapid breath, the intro to the song began, and the guzheng lay horizontally, its strings vibrating.
A man was lying beside the guzheng. He sat up at the sound. He was dressed in a red silk robe, his hands swaying upwards, his fingertips twirling peach blossoms. The slightly wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a section of his smooth forearm. As he tilted his head down, the camera moved to the lower right, revealing his fair and graceful insteps rising from the thin black blanket and then falling back down.
From stretching to contracting, the whole person appears to be struggling and in pain.
Holy crap, it's "Clouds and Sea," and it's Tang Wanbai!!!
Tang Wanbai has short hair, and it's not curly, right?
This hairstyle isn't Fu...
[Who else could it be but Tang Wanbai? Just by looking at her instep, you can tell she's a professional; only Tang Wanbai has a professional background!]
[...]
After a zither melody, the main song began, and in a brief moment of transition between light and shadow in the hall, Tang Wanbai, dressed in white, stepped out from the right.
With her previous makeup gone, Tang Wanbai had a white, fire-shaped forehead ornament standing upright on her forehead. Her white eyelashes trembled slightly, and as she turned and bent down to lie in front of Fu Yanle, they drooped in a sorrowful arc.
Another sigh escaped Fu Yanle's lips. He turned his head, his high, straight nose as firm as a mountain in the light. As the light moved upward, his eyes suddenly opened. The peach branches that stretched from his upper eyelids sank into his eyelids, leaving only a section of peach blossom lying horizontally at the corner of his eye, blooming or fading away in the dim light.
Their foreheads touched, their gazes downward, never looking directly at each other. They simultaneously raised their hands, moving towards each other, and as their wrists touched, their ten fingers felt as if struck by merciless, emotionless lightning.
Their wrists touched, but they couldn't interlock their fingers; the pain was all in their fingertips.
Tang Wanbai breathed heavily, pressed her forehead against Fu Yanle's chest, and twisted her soft waist around Fu Yanle's abdomen, lingering tenderly.
Fu Yanle supported Tang Wanbai's lower back with one hand and grasped the hand Tang Wanbai offered with the other. The two of them skillfully exerted their strength and simultaneously rose from their reclining position.
As the chorus begins, the sorrow and repression transform into a surging, powerful energy. The two dance together, like sparrows eager to break free from their constraints, like birds in a frenzy of unbridled abandon, entrusting the tenderness of their fingertips to the same space. Red and white garments flutter and fall as they lift their legs, stretch their arms, turn their waists, and bend over, trembling until they subside.
As the final chorus began, the two turned towards each other simultaneously, taking steps forward and finally embracing. Tang Wanbai rested her head on Fu Yanle's shoulder, while Fu Yanle tilted his head slightly back, his lips pressed tightly together in restraint, his hair hanging by his ears trembling wildly.
In the last second before the lights went out, the zither music ceased, and all was silent. Fu Yanle's tears slid silently down her cheeks, mingling with the dampness on her shoulder, inseparable from each other.
"..."
"Thud!" The water bottle in An Shigou's hand obediently hit his foot, then rolled away, breaking the silence of the room.
Meng Xinqiu looked away and realized that she had clenched her hands at some point without her even realizing it.
Lin Qingtong froze, staring in disbelief at the stage. The next second, he heard the sound of a chair being moved beside him. He turned his head and saw Gu Jiming get up and leave with An Shigou.
The next performance is by the two of them, but—
Lin Qingtong looked down and saw that the two of them were moving their hands and feet in unison.
"..." Lin Qingtong's hands, which were resting on her knees, suddenly clenched, a strange kind of panic rising in her disbelief.
The butler skillfully sent "Young Master Fu's direct shot" to his master, glanced at everyone present to take in their expressions, and then lowered his head to click on the live stream.
【！！！】
Who said Fu Yanle was just a pretty face?! Who was it?! Come out and face the consequences!
[What many people are saying... is that Fu Yanle has always relied on his looks; he doesn't explain himself when people call him a "pretty face," and he even seems proud of it!]
[I actually cried... If all things in the world could love each other, sob sob, it's a pity they can't. Immortals and demons are different. Although Little Red and Little White hugged each other in the end, they didn't look at each other. It's a tragic ending, sob sob!]
They hugged each other, it's a happy ending!!!
[The key is Fu Yanle! He's even more attractive than Tang Wanbai, who has a professional background; his physical attributes are just too good! I've been dancing for thirteen years, and Fu Yanle's experience is definitely no less than mine!]
Does anyone know which school he graduated from?
[...]
Fu Yanle and Tang Wanbai stepped off the stage and took their seats in the audience.
Meng Xinqiu's gaze followed. When Fu Yanle sat down, he smelled the fragrance on the other person: a rich blend of almond and wood scents, infused with leather, sweet yet aggressive.
This was Fu Yanle's usual perfume. Meng Xinqiu had smelled it before and thought it was too strong, appearing flashy and impractical in contrast to Fu Yanle. But now, smelling it again, he felt that the fragrance, along with Fu Yanle himself, had changed drastically.
The dance just now brought tears to Fu Yanle's eyes; the corners of her narrow eyes were slightly red, moist yet vibrant, a striking contrast to the peach branch above. Meng Xinqiu's breath hitched, and she couldn't help but pull a small box of tissues from her pocket.
As Meng Xinqiu handed it over, a white glove held the cardboard box and simultaneously extended it in front of Fu Yanle.
Fu Yanle didn't even glance at Meng Xinqiu. He took a card from the box handed to him by the butler and gestured to her with his head turned to the side.
The butler immediately extended the cardboard box to Tang Wanbai, who was standing to the side. He only took it back after Tang Wanbai had taken it. Then he took out a box of chocolates from his pocket and handed it to Fu Yanle, leaning down and whispering, "Liquor-filled chocolates, the kind you usually eat."
Fu Yanle took it and asked, "Where did you find that out?"
The butler couldn't very well say, "Sir, you have a brilliant plan," so he could only lie without batting an eye: "It was Madam who said it."
Seeing that Fu Yanle didn't quite believe it, the butler had no choice but to back down and say, "If Young Master Fu doesn't believe it, he can ask Madam during the New Year."
"What's there to ask..." Fu Yanle muttered under his breath, waving his hand to signal the butler to leave the audience.
At this moment, lights illuminated the area around the stage, signaling the start of the second performance.
While watching the stage, Tang Wanbai moved closer to Fu Yanle and said, "Yanle, I've finally come to my senses!"
"Were you daydreaming just now?" Fu Yanle glanced at him and noticed that An Shigou was posing quite professionally.
"You can dance? You can dance! You can dance well? You can dance well! You dance so well!" Tang Wanbai said, "That's roughly the idea."
Fu Yanle handed him a piece of chocolate, saying, "I told you: I'm really good at this."
The accompaniment of "Romantic" began, Gu Jiming's new song, a sweet and lingering jazz piece. Gu Jiming changed the solo dance into a duet, with An Shigou performing the simpler parts, while he handled the more difficult and technically impressive moves himself.
"Wow, so cool!" Tang Wanbai clapped quietly when Gu Jiming landed after his backflip, then leaned over to Fu Yanle and said, "Yanle, look, An Shigou jumped pretty well! Although he wasn't as good as Gu Jiming, he managed his expressions very well, and he was neither aggressive nor cold. He coordinated very well with Gu Jiming."
"Hmm, not bad." Fu Yanle was also a little surprised. After all, An Shigou seemed so unintelligent, but he turned out to be quite cool when he danced.
At this moment, Gu Jiming and An Shigou were walking in circles. As An Shigou's hand slid upwards, it unintentionally lifted the hem of Gu Jiming's clothes, revealing a glimpse of his lean and powerful waist.
"Wow! What beautiful abs!" Tang Wanbai jealously touched her own four-pack abs. "You all have six or eight abs, but I'm still missing two!"
Fu Yanle comforted him, "I only have one piece."
"You're lying to me! You have six pieces!" Tang Wanbai was even more furious. "I just touched them!"
Hearing Tang Wanbai's voice from the side, Meng Xinqiu took a breath of annoyance, and the image of Fu Yanle dancing appeared in her mind again.
Her limbs were slender and long, with smooth and flowing lines. Her exposed neck was long and fair, and her shoulders and neck were straight and graceful. The proportions of her body under the thin shirt were perfect. Her waist, which was occasionally exposed, was fair and beautiful, soft but not weak, making one want to... grab it and watch the soft waves it created as it swayed.
Lost in thought, Meng Xinqiu was suddenly tugged at by someone. He looked up and saw Lin Qingtong staring at him with a puzzled expression. Meng Xinqiu quickly composed himself and said to Lin Qingtong, "Is it our turn? Let's go."
When An Shigou stepped down, Fu Yanle was sucking on his second chocolate, his cheeks puffed out in a cute little puff—damn, shut up!
An Shigou shook his head violently and glared fiercely at Fu Yanle as he passed by.
Fu Yanle had previously witnessed two dogs fighting, and the victorious dog had the same expression as it circled around, barking with every step. So he nodded and said, "Well said."
On stage, the microphone stand was being adjusted. An Shigou misheard it as "You danced well," and immediately stumbled and fell into the sofa. After adjusting himself, he quickly gave Fu Yanle a "You have good taste" look, along with an enthusiastic hum.
Tang Wanbai turned her head and whispered to Fu Yanle, "What's wrong with him?"
Fu Yanle was also a little confused, and pondered for a moment before saying, "Is he blind?"
The two were standing very close together. Gu Jiming looked away, feeling extremely annoyed.
Biting ears, biting ears, all you do is bite ears, aren't you afraid of biting your ears off!
Gu Jiming looked up and saw Meng Xinqiu sitting down behind the piano, while Lin Qingtong was carrying a white cloud crane lamp. The two looked at each other, and the electricity crackled.
Damn... Lin Qingtong and Meng Xinqiu look weird too!
Author's Note:
Meng: I want to do this... and that...
Da Yu: ? (Draws sword)
Gu: Damn, Fu Yanle is good...
Da Yu: ? (Draws sword)
Xiao Fu: Wow, I look so beautiful!
Da Yu: ! (Thumbs up)
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