The Defeated Dragon

Duniko had a good win to Liszt: "So, you deceive everyone."

"How can you say that you are deceiving? Every piano piece has a beautiful story behind it. What are the real ones and what are fake? Is this important?"

“Not important?”

“The story is just a small touch, and the melody of the talent is the most touching place.”

"Yes, unless you compile a story that is more suitable for Alice, I will not agree with you."

When it comes to making stories, Liszt is very good at it, but he did not agree with Dunique's "requirements." Maybe he can make a story, please the Earl's daughter, and the story outside the story of Dunico. Maybe with his own temperament and charm, it is normal to win Duniko.

But there is no such need.

He does not like this deliberate appreciation.

Or he always loves himself, or he is only interested in Dunico's external beauty, and does not think of the motivation that originated from impulsiveness.

"There is no romantic story, that is, the piano teacher falls in love with the female student, and a little song of passion." Liszt said faintly.

Dunike is also a glamorous throw: "Is it passionate like you are now?"

Liszt did not respond: "What?"

It was not until Dunico gently rubbed his thigh with his thigh that he suddenly realized that his homage was too obvious.

For the rest of his life, he has no experience in this area, but he is not ashamed of the young man: "You know that it is difficult to maintain a calm attitude in the face of a beautiful lady, especially the beauty that is outstanding like you. "Slightly pull the body back and lower the temperature."

Duneko took a big step forward and put his body close: "I accept your praise to me, and no one has expressed it to me so generously."

"Oh." Liszt suddenly had a poor word.

Maybe you don't need to say anything anymore, quietly dancing, following the rhythm of the piano, shaking your body gently. Looking at the eyes, the corners of the mouth are slightly tilted, and it is good to keep a consistent smile.

Dunico also stopped talking, followed Liszt's footsteps and gently moved.

A piano piece ends.

The two did not separate immediately, continued to lick each other, waiting for the second piano. However, this piano piece only jumped half, and Dunico suddenly asked: "Do you want to go out and breathe?"

"Go."

Liszt loosened his hand and took Dunico, quietly exiting the dance floor. The sky outside is completely dark, and only the light of the Long Fort is still bright.

On the corridor outside the hall, a servant rushed past.

No one has words, just holding hands to the secluded corner, during which you can see several remote corners of the cloister, a pair of two pairs of men and women hugged together.

Crystal lamps are relatively dimly lit.

They are parked in it as well.

"The air outside is very fresh, you can breathe into the cold of winter." Liszt held a hand on the edge of the window, and one hand still dragged Dunico. "Miss Dunico, you are dressed very thin today, now Cold."

"I am not cold, there is still some heat." Dunike looked at him and suddenly said, "Call me Dunico."

"Dunico."

Liszt looked at Dunico's long eyelashes and the delicate face under the light makeup, and did not feel lowered his head. About one meter seven of Dunico, quietly picking up his toes, raised his face, his eyes closed gently.

No need to repeat any words.

The next moment, Liszt touched two pieces of softness.

It took a long time to suffocate and separate, and a crystal silk was pulled out to reflect the light of the distant castle. Du Nicole rubbed Liszt's neck with both hands, unwilling to let go, and his eyes were hot.

Liszt said quickly: "My room is upstairs."

"Hold me tight."

Bend over.

Hook.

Liszt directly picked up Dunico from the corner of his leg, vindictively running, his legs as if he had installed a spring, and quickly walked across the cloister, along the steps to the fourth floor of the castle. Did not respond to the servant who met the greeting on the corridor, went directly to the door of his room.

The door is not locked. In the Fortress of Changchun, the fourth floor belongs to the area where the owner lives.

Hey!

Closing the door with your feet, everything goes without saying.

......

When Liszt woke up from his back pain, the rising sun outside the window had already risen, and today is a rare sunny weather. He sat up and saw the woman still asleep beside him, a blond hair scattered on the pillow.

There was a bad smell in the room.

With a stunned head, Liszt still had a little unreal feeling.

A "Alice to Alice", two close-fitting dances, a few words of intentional or unintentional, there was a crazy night. Recalling the heat and hotness of last night, he suddenly felt a bit stunned, that is to say, for the first time in his new life, he completely explained it.

I don't know if it is a little bigger than getting out of bed.

Duniko, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up and saw Liszt, who was wearing his clothes, screaming in a confused way: "Hey, Liszt, what are you doing?"

"get up."

Liszt put on his trousers, leaned over the upper body, revealing the perfect inverted triangle, walked over to Dunico's bedside, leaned over and kissed her forehead: "Don't you sleep more?"

"I can't sleep." Duniko reached out and drew a circle on his chest. "You can call the maid of the castle to come in and help you dress."

"On the battlefield, there will be no servants to help me wear clothes. I like to do it myself. Only the complicated Fraak Abière will be handed over to the servant."

"Then I called my maid in, I also got up."

Shaking the bell and shouting to the maid, with the help of the maid, Dunico found a new suit and wore it. With the help of the maid, Liszt wore his own Frac Abière. Another servant of the castle came to wash the supplies and waited for the two to finish the morning cleaning.

Waiting for the maids to leave with the toiletries, only Liszt and Dunico left in the room.

Dunico rushed over with enthusiasm and grabbed Liszt's neck: "Kiss me, just like kissing me for the last time."

"Well……"

After separation.

Du Nicole gasped and said: "I like the way you play "To Alice". I like your conversation and temperament. You have a different look. I see in your eyes that others are hard to find. Ambition, and loneliness that is incompatible with the whole world."

Very sensitive to the touch.

Liszt smiled and concealed: "I guess you still saw a dragon. After all, my biggest ambition is to ride a dragon."

"I look forward to the day you ride on the dragon. If that day comes, I am still not old. I welcome you to kiss me anymore... so many people in the dance invited me to dance. I chose you alone, my dear baron. Those people will marry you, just like the few women who yell at me when I take you away."

Such relatives.

Liszt is a bit confused. Between himself and Dunico, he is a loving or a moment of passion. He just gently pulls the other hand around his neck: "I guess there must be a lot of broken in the fortified castle. Heart, you know that I have never been inside, so I don’t know."

When he finished, he opened the room: "Go, go downstairs for breakfast, I am leaving today."