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Xu Xinze didn't know how to express his feelings at this moment.
He looked at the old man who was dancing alone.
His dance was still so beautiful. Even though his body was already old, he still tried his best to maintain the posture from forty-two years ago.
Perhaps he was dancing the waltz with what he thought was the best side.
Dance for himself to see.
Dance for her.
She was dancing for the red dress that was neatly placed at the side.
Xu Xinze thought.
Perhaps to him, she had never passed away because he was the only one who could see her…At least, that was what his expression said.
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I've never seen a village with an aurora!
I've never seen anyone set off fireworks in the middle of the night.
The evening star is like your eyes, killing and setting fire ~
---You didn't say anything, but the night wind disturbed me ~~
Three thousand miles, I met you by chance ~
In the garden, a skirt was dancing ~
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At the Mohe Dance Hall in 1980 ~~
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The leisurely singing formed a sharp contrast with the noise of the bonfire not far away.
The four girls standing behind Xu Xinze were silent.
Le Yao silently picked up her guitar.
Following Xu Xinze's chords, she tried her best to use the lightest and slowest sounds to accompany the old man, adding some color to his dance.
An Ya carried the keyboard on her back.
The crisp and deep piano music melded into the song, making the song more profound and nostalgic. The old man's dance steps became more stable as the music began, and the smile on his face became wider.
The rice vinegar might have been infected, but it could also be due to some other reason.
She looked at the old man for a long time.
Then, she looked at Xu Xinze. There seemed to be something in her eyes. Then, a warmth that did not match her outfit flashed across her eyes.
Under the rare warmth, she slowly plucked the strings of the bass.
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The melody and appeal of the music flowed slowly at this moment. Although the movement was not loud, it still attracted the attention of the bonfire revelers not far away.
First, a couple walked over. They were a little confused, but at the same time, they were enjoying themselves. They sat at the side and listened to the song quietly.
Watching the old man dance.
Then…
More and more people began to come over. Everyone tacitly didn't disturb the scene with noise. Perhaps at this moment, they all felt something from the old man that made their hearts palpitate.
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Music was magical.
It could connect with people's moods. Through the expression of the performer and singer, it could use lyrics and melodies to tell the story of 'it', the story of the old man.
The melody gradually rose and fell, just like the fire that had just started to burn.
And the old man's footsteps.
However, his gaze was even more affectionate than before. It was as if the woman in red in his hand was smiling and looking at him with a blissful expression.
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If you have time, you will come and visit me ~
See how the snow ages, how my eyes melt ~
If you see me, please turn around and be surprised ~
I'm afraid my tears and white hair will be like a shameful joke ~
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The sound of the drum set fell.
It was as if a bell had struck the hearts of the people. Everyone sat on the beach or stood by the side, quietly watching this performance.
He quietly looked at the old man who many people called a madman.
The barbeque stall owner looked at the old man.
His body trembled slightly as he held the yellowed photo tightly in his hand. His gaze was still fixed on the old man.
At this moment.
It was as if he was looking back to forty-two years ago: This was the first time he saw his sister and brother-in-law dancing together.
At that time.
That young man, the man who said that he would take care of the siblings, seemed to have the same expression now. It was longing and admiration.
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At this moment.
His gaze fell on the suitcase, and an envelope inside caught his attention.
He walked forward.
He took out the letter, but when he opened the new envelope and saw the first line of text on the letter, tears immediately fell like rain.
He looked at the old man.
The old man was also commenting on him.
Suddenly.
The old man grinned and nodded at him. His gaze fell on the red dress again.
The boss was stunned for a moment, but in the next second, he laughed. He also looked at the red dress, opened the letter, and read it loudly,"Dear Kang Corporation…"
"I'm sorry to call you Kang shi again because we're strangers…"
"If longing has a sound, then it would be deafening…"
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One word at a time.
This was the first time that the old man's story, which had been sealed for a long time, was known to everyone.
Everyone was silent.
He listened quietly.
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" Why is man beautiful, and why does he wither? Is it because you have angered the gods of rest, or is it because even they are jealous of your beauty? Is it because of your passionate appearance, and your passionate retreat?"
"The suffering is over, the world is great, and I have aged a lot…"
" We will fall in love, I have no doubt about it..."
The boss's grammar wasn't very standard, and there were even some parts of his mouth. Even so, every time he read out the words, it was filled with longing.
It was filled with the old man's longing for more than forty years.
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"Brother Ze…"
Le Yao couldn't help but cry.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
However, she was still trying her best to control her emotions and pluck the strings.
However, silent tears fell at this moment, and they could no longer be controlled!
Not just her, but many others.
Xu Xinze looked around.
Everyone's gaze changed. They no longer looked at the old man as if he was a lunatic, but with respect that they had never shown to the old man before!
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The evening star is like your eyes, killing and setting fire ~
You don't have to say anything, the night wind is disturbing me ~~
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