Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The music in the spacious ballroom is exciting and rhythmic.

The two most shining community leaders of Kassel College, Caesar and Chu Zihang, looked at each other, refusing to give in, like a lion and a tiger meeting each other on the narrow border between the jungle and the grassland.

They had expressionless expressions on each other's faces, holding each other's waist as thick as a lion, holding hands, intertwining their fingers, and dancing in the center of the dance floor.

Although the movements may seem a little stiff, the passionate and wild dance steps reveal beauty and elegance. The cooperation between the two is remarkable!

Facing this once-in-a-century spectacle, the spectators who were lucky enough to watch invariably fell into deep contemplation and self-doubt.

Except for Nono, who covered her mouth and laughed so hard that she almost lost her breath.

Fingel sighed in a low voice: "Junior brother, looking at them, I can't help but think of your past and mine."

"Hey? Senior brother, do you have a story between you?" Xia Mi pricked up his ears, looking forward to it.

"Go away. Don't use such ambiguous terms. You forced me to play last year." Lu Mingfei said with a dark face.

Nuonuo finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "At last year's dinner, the two of them completed a whole dance in front of everyone."

Xia Mi's eyes sparkled and he said excitedly: "Is there a video? Is there a video? How can such a thing not be recorded and saved forever! This classic will be passed down forever!"

"You can put a reward on the Night Watch Forum. Maybe someone will save it." Nono smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to say something, there was suddenly a strange noise on the dance floor.

"Stop jumping!" Caesar threw away his hand angrily, taking a deep breath and walking towards this side.

Chu Zihang's expression was calm and calm, and he slowly walked over.

"What's going on? Didn't you dance well just now?" Fingel said in surprise.

Caesar snorted coldly: "In just a short time, this guy stepped on my foot more than a dozen times. If he steps on it again, this pair of shoes will be useless."

Of course, a pair of shoes was not considered by Caesar, but he had every reason to suspect that this guy was deliberately stepping on his feet in the name of a "novice".

Although this possibility is extremely low based on Chu Zihang's character, this dance is really awkward. Caesar has never danced tango with a man in his life. Chu Zihang can be said to be the first person in the world, and this first person People are still his lifelong enemies.

For multiple reasons, Caesar feigned anger and let go, ending this "farce".

"Watch it, let me see what a perfect match is." Caesar adjusted his breathing, smiled and extended his hand to Nono to invite.

Nuonuo curled her lips and watched the show. She originally wanted to reject this guy, but as she rolled her eyes, she glanced at Chu Zihang and Xia Mi. With a thought in her mind, a smile appeared on her lips again.

She accepted Caesar's invitation.

Caesar smiled and snapped his fingers: "Norma, one more song."

The music started again and the stage was occupied by them.

The two danced to the sound of music. Under Caesar's guidance, Nono spun, as light as a white butterfly. Her white dress was like a blooming flower, and her slender legs were as graceful as the lines.

It is really the most perfect coordination, and a gorgeous dance kicks off, which can be called the perfect combination of strength and beauty!

Chu Zihang's eyes fell on Caesar's feet, and he was studying.

Through the attempt just now, he determined that the key to this kind of dance lies in the steps. At this moment, he was trying to remember every step of Caesar's dance.

"Don't look at it. They are so provocative. How can you bear it?" Fingel came over and said indignantly, "Junior brother, don't say that senior brother won't help you. Well, I've found a girl for you!"

Before Chu Zihang could recover, Fingel had already pulled Xia Mi in front of him and solemnly handed Xia Mi's hand into his. He looked like an old father attending his daughter's wedding, with a sad look on his face. Reluctant to leave.

"Come on!" Fingel encouraged.

Chu Zihang was still in a daze when he was pushed onto the dance floor by this guy.

Caesar glanced at his old enemy with a provocative smile, but then he withdrew his gaze and concentrated on the girl in front of him, his eyes affectionate.

Old enemies do need to be treated seriously, but compared with the beloved girl, the so-called old enemies are not that important.

Xia Mi pursed her thin lips slightly, and said seriously with a small face: "Brother, we can't admit defeat!"

At the climax of the dance, she moved Chu Zihang into the dance state with a strong head shake. Her arms were so powerful that she straightened Chu Zihang's hands.

Chu Zihang's breathing was rapid. He could even feel the girl's breath at close range. The scent of sunshine and rain came to his face, just like the scene in his memory a long time ago.

His left hand was held by the girl, and his right hand was led to gently hold the girl's waist. For a moment, he had nowhere to put it, and his steps were even messier than when he was dancing with Caesar.

"...I can't dance." He said with difficulty.

"Okay, okay, just leave it to me. You know I was in the dance troupe in junior high school, right?" Xia Mi chuckled.

After hearing what the girl said, Chu Zihang felt a little calmer, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his body relaxed slightly, feeling the pull from Xia Mi.

Under Xia Mi's control and eye cues, he gradually caught up with the rhythm. All the movements seemed to be engraved in his mind, including how to place his arms and how to walk his feet. He didn't have to think at all. He just needed to relax and follow the girl's instructions. . Their dance was unrestrained and free, as if they had been practicing together for many years.

He shifted his gaze slightly and looked at Caesar's position. Neither Caesar nor Nono looked at him anymore, but were immersed in their dance.

"Don't look at others at this time, keep an eye on your dance partner." The girl's faint voice sounded.

Chu Zihang's neck was slightly stiff. The reason why he looked away was because he was not used to looking at Xia Mi at such a close distance.

"I remember you used to be the leader of the dance troupe." Chu Zihang tried to make the atmosphere less awkward.

"Yes." Xia Mi responded, interlacing the fingers of his left hand with his right hand, performing a beautiful high split, with the dance skirt fluttering and reflecting the dazzling lights.

"You also learned... this kind of dance?"

"No, I just started getting into this dance recently."

"Um, why have you suddenly become interested recently?"

"Humph... Senior brother, do you know why boys and girls take the initiative to learn to dance?"

"Parents' expectations?" Chu Zihang hesitated and regretted the moment he said it.

Xia Mi's sigh was full of the meaning of "a child cannot be taught", which made Chu Zihang's expression become even stiffer.

"I told you the principle on the Ferris wheel," she reminded.

"Ferris wheel?" Chu Zihang asked in confusion, "You mean the ten-minute confession that moved the turtles?"

"What the hell is touching turtles? Senior brother, it's hard to describe the focus of your memory, but you got it right." Xia Mi rolled his eyes, "Learning to dance can not only hold the hand of the person you like, but also hug the other person's hand. Waist, hum, you are taking advantage of both sides!"

"Is that so..."

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he was holding Xia Mi's hand!

Xia Mi's hands are slender and soft, as if they will be crushed if pressed hard. The moment you hold them, you don't want to let go. Is this the catkin of the heroine mentioned in martial arts novels?

No wonder in some martial arts novels, the hero can write hundreds of words eloquently just when he holds the heroine's hand, fully describing how soft and boneless the heroine's catkin is, and then describing the complex inner changes of the hero, as if he was being held. A sledgehammer hit, and the heart that had been frozen for thousands of years finally thawed...

"Senior brother, have you ever heard of a legend?" Xia Mi said mysteriously.

"What legend?" Chu Zihang tried to calm down the distracting thoughts in his heart and asked calmly.

"It is said that if you hold the hand of the person you like, your palms will sweat all the time." Xia Mi said softly.

Chu Zihang was stunned, and quickly felt the palm of his right hand carefully... It was good, there was no sweat, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it at this time.

"By the way, senior brother, why did you suddenly come here to learn dance?" Xia Mi asked curiously, blinking his eyes.

Chu Zihang reluctantly found an excuse to fool him. He couldn't tell the truth. He could only say that it was necessary for a party in a few days and everyone had to attend...

"Senior brother, hold me, the song is over! Let me bring it to an end!" Xia Mi suddenly became full of energy.

In the reverberation of the finale, Caesar and Nono looked at each other affectionately in stillness, but Xia Mi did not stop dancing. She pressed her fingers on Chu Zihang's palm and started spinning.

Under the gorgeous lights, the hem of the skirt was flying, and the slender figure danced and rotated in front of him. The hem of the skirt was like the tail feathers of a peacock, flying wantonly under the light. At this moment, it was as if all the lights in the world were shining on the girl. On her body, she raised her head high like a swan, with a faint smile on her lips, looking at the boy in confusion during every rotation.

The lingering sound of the finale is getting farther and farther in my ears, and the world is silent except for the girl in front of me.

Chu Zihang had an illusion in his trance that the gardenia-like breath that marked spring was getting farther and farther away from him.

Xia Mi's figure kept spinning, as if it was about to fly away from his palm and slowly go away...

The same fear as when he lost an important person six years ago emerged. Chu Zihang suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Xia Mi's slender and soft palm!

That was the last moment of the dance. Xia Mi completed her finale. Her loose dance skirt gathered up against her legs, like a blooming flower that gathered into buds again, and her loose and flying hair slowly fell down.

She smiled brightly and looked at the boy who held her hand tightly.

The timing was perfect, and it was like a tacit understanding made in heaven.

Since then.

The song ends, the curtain falls.

When Chu Zihang came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the surroundings were quiet.

Turning around and looking around, everyone had left, and he and Xia Mi were the only ones left in this huge ballroom.

The other four people didn't know when they started to make room for them.

After a while.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi walked out of the dance hall side by side.

"Senior Brother Lu, they really didn't wait for us!" Xia Mi looked around on tiptoe.

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless. He could understand the departure of Caesar and others, but the departure of Lu Mingfei and Fingel was purely intentional.

These two guys sold him without hesitation.

"Going back to bed?" Xia Mi turned around and asked him.

"Well...it's getting late today. Let's go back and rest." Chu Zihang took a deep breath.

"Senior brother, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Library, this afternoon..." Chu Zihang hesitated and whispered, "My junior brother and I went to the Fairy Lake and really found the sword at the bottom of the lake."

Xia Mi widened his eyes and said, "Which one?"

"I'm not sure if it's the legendary holy sword at the moment. I'm going to see if I can find more information in the library." Chu Zihang said honestly.

"You actually didn't take me to play with you!" The girl let out a sad cry like a defeated dog.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to call you. It was mainly because of my junior brother." Chu Zihang apologized.

"Damn it, Senior Brother Lu is actually such a person! I remember him!" Xia Mi said sadly and angrily.

Chu Zihang looked calm and had no intention of defending his junior brother.

"Is that sword sharp?" Xia Mi came closer and asked like a curious child.

She asked a lot of questions, and in the end Chu Zihang simply invited her to meet her in the library tomorrow, where he would bring the sword.

Xia Mi was content to let him go for the time being.

They walked side by side on the campus at night.

The sycamore trees standing on both sides of the road stood quietly. Chu Zihang accidentally glanced and saw these tall figures like guards in the darkness, and the feeling of the eternity of time came to his face.

he sometimes wondered.

During the years when these sycamore trees have been here, how many stories have they witnessed, and how many students have been measured in four years that were either hasty or unforgettable?

Among these stories, how many have regrettable endings, and how many have a happy ending?

In junior high school, he read Nalan Xingde's poem - If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be such a sad painting fan?

At first he thought it was a love poem, but later he learned that it was an ancient poem written to a friend. But whether it was the former or the latter, the first sentence alone made the former Chu Zihang feel a lot.

The beauty in the beginning is unforgettable. Unfortunately, life is destined not to be just like the first time we met, and it is also destined not to be beautiful forever. The beauty in the beginning often determines the sadness of parting in the future. In the end, it would be better not to see each other...

"By the way, senior brother, there is something that has always bothered me!" Xia Mi clenched his fists and stared at him with burning eyes.

"What?" Chu Zihang was stunned.

"Senior brother, you should know that I used to dance ballet, right?" Xia Mi tapped her toes and spun lightly. Her neck was slender and her legs were slender, like a swan treading water.

"The day you went to my house, I was practicing on the yoga mat behind you." The girl wrinkled her nose and widened her eyes and said, "Question! Did you look back secretly that day?"

"No, not..." Chu Zihang subconsciously refused, but in his mind he remembered that shocking glimpse from many years ago.

"Don't lie to people! Lying to people is like a puppy!" the girl suddenly shouted.

Someone screeched to a halt and choked out the last word.

They looked at each other, Chu Zihang's eyes slightly shifted.

"That is to say... hum, I thought you were very happy that day... I was very happy tonight!" Xia Mi smiled happily, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked in front of him.

The only silence in the campus was the girl's footsteps and her soft humming.

Chu Zihang listened carefully to confirm that this was not the falling slowly song she hummed before.

The night wind blew away the hair on the girl's temples. Xia Mi took off her dancing shoes, held them in both hands, walked barefoot onto the flower bed, and walked along the narrow edge. She stretched her hands flat and wobbled to maintain balance. Her body was as slender as a silhouette, the night wind blew by, and the leaves that turned from green to light yellow danced and fell from her side.

Chu Zihang stared at the girl's back.

This picture was fixed in his mind, and he felt that he would never forget it in his life.

"See you tomorrow!"

Xia Mi suddenly turned around, his head standing straight, his cheeks pretty, and a bright and sunny smile.

She raised her hand and waved to Chu Zihang, jumped down from the flower bed lightly, and her youthful and energetic figure slowly disappeared into the night.

Standing under the streetlight and watching Xia Mi's back go away, Chu Zihang unconsciously clenched the right hand that had been intertwined with Xia Mi's fingers.

There is some moisture in the palm of my hand, I don’t know whose sweat it is.

…

On the other side, the buildings and teaching buildings have lost their halo as protagonists, disappearing into the night.

Street lamps, benches, under the shadow of sycamore trees.

Xia Mi did not go back to the dormitory directly. She sat quietly on the bench, her body covered with the sparse and intertwined shadows of the sycamore branches and leaves.

She raised her head to face the night wind blowing from the mountains and forests, and the quiet and peaceful night in the distance reflected in her colorful eyes.

Her cheeks were a little red under the dim light, and she put her hands into fists on her knees, clenching them tightly, and her palms were warm and a little moist.

"The legend is actually true..."

She muttered softly, and her murmur was carried far away by the night wind.