"The classic piece of the century "Canon" is the representative work of the German composer John Pachelbel."
"The sound of the music gives people tranquility, peace and encouragement, and is known as the role of human reason in A masterpiece in music."
"So it can be heard almost in elegant venues such as dance parties."
At some point in the past.
Against the background of the bustling magic city, Murong Xi and Xia Chuan walked sincerely hand in hand on the roadside.
"Among the pieces I have played for you, you seem to particularly like this one. Is there any special reason?"
She asked.
Zheng Cheng scratched his head, peeked into Murong Xi's gray eyes and said, "I have no idea about music, I just like it. That's all."
"Oh... I like it too."
Murong Xi let out a long sigh, and an idea came to his mind.
"Then, do you want to try it?"
"?"
"Try what?"
"With "Canon" "Dance, come to my house? My parents are not here."
Xia Chuan was sincerely shocked.
"Wha, what? Are you going to your house... Why is it so sudden?"
The guide stick in Murong Xi's hand quickly turned.
"Let's go, you will definitely be very happy."
Xia Chuan looked at her smile sincerely and agreed with a smile.
So Murong Xi’s home.
In Murong Xi’s bedroom.
She turned on a gramophone with a simple and elegant color and put in a record.
The music of "Canon" gurgled out.
"Come on."
Murong Xi stood there with his arms spread out.
Xia Chuan was sincerely unmoved, "Xiao Xi, I forgot to tell you that I can't dance..."
He looked a little embarrassed, Murong Xi just smiled.
"Hehe, it doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
"Okay."
Then during the dance, Xia Chuan made every move sincerely All cautiously.
But he still accidentally stepped on Murong Xi’s foot.
"Sorry, Xiaoxi, I think it's better to forget it and stop dancing."
He wanted to get away.
Murong Xi grabbed him.
"It's okay, can you dance for a while longer? I want to dance with you..."
Looking into her eyes, Xia Chuan's heart palpitated sincerely.
But he soon calmed down, he lowered his head and sighed.
"Then dance for a while, I will be more careful this time."
"Yeah!"
The room was full of joy for the two of them.Laughter.
Even though I can’t dance well, I’m still very happy.
Xia Chuan’s sincere gaze never moved away from Murong Xi’s face.
He didn't finish his answer to the question on the road.
The reason why he is particularly fond of "Canon" is actually because it was the day he and Murong Xi met for the first time.
The music she played.
The reason why Murong Xi likes it is just because he likes it.
However...
At this time.
Xia Chuan sincerely danced in front of Murong Xi, but he did not dare to look directly into her eyes.
He was afraid to see Murong Xi sad and afraid that he would not be able to control himself.
This time.
His dance steps took three days of hard practice and three actual battles.
Already extremely skilled.
It stands to reason that Murong Xi would only be more skilled than him.
But now she made frequent mistakes and stepped on Xia Chuanzhen's feet many times.
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."
Murong Xi apologized over and over again, her voice choked with sobs, and she couldn't control her emotions.
Until her tears fell and the dance could no longer go on.
"I'm really sorry!"
Da da da da da...
In front of many people present, she ran away holding up her skirt. Got out.
"Xie'er?" Murong Yun turned around and looked at Xia Chuan Zhencheng, who was indifferent to the situation, in confusion, and then hurriedly followed.
Li Xun followed closely.
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There was silence for a moment.
Xia Chuanzhen lowered his head slightly subconsciously, and the hair on both sides fell down smoothly.
It blocked his view to a certain extent, and all he could see were his legs, feet and the carpet.
Invisible.
My heart will not hurt.
"Brother..."
Xia Chuan on the other side looked genuinely worried and was about to come over.
Zheng Jie took the lead and pushed Xia Chuanzhen towards the window sill outside the dance venue.
"What's going on?"
He shook out two cigarettes, held one in his mouth, and handed the other to Xia Chuanzhen.
Xia Chuan sincerely walked to the wall and lay down, blowing in the evening breeze.
He waved his hand and said: "Quit."
He has not smoked for a long time.
Zheng Jie was slightly stunned, then quickly smiled and said:
"Okay, quit."
"So can you talk about it? That girl..."
Xia Chuan sighed sincerely and covered his face, "Nothing happened."
Zheng Jie looked at him deeply in silence, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Well, whenever you want to say something, come to me at any time."
"Yes."
After that, Zheng Jie returned to the venue, I told my family that Xia Chuan was sincerely fine.
Just leave him alone outside for a while.
The dance was just like this, gradually coming to an end.
Then it’s time to leave.
After returning home, Xia Chuan sincerely tore off his tie and threw it into the bathroom. < /p>
"Why this expression? What happened?"
Seeing Xia Chuan's sincere expression, she quickly asked with concern.
Katina, who was wrapped in the quilt on the bed and enjoying the residual breath of Xia Chuan's sincerity, also hurried over after hearing the news.
Quickly asked:
"Dear? Are you wronged?"
"Just tell me and I will help you deal with that bad guy!" < /p>
Xia Chuan shook his head sincerely, "I'm really fine, you don't need to worry about me."
After that.
Wei Erlisi was anxious.
"What are you talking about? How could we not care about you?"
Katina offered rare help:
"That's right, Dear, can you please rely on us more?"
Looking at the feigning anger of Verlis and the considerate Katina.
Xia Chuan said with a sincere expression, "Just think of me as asking you to leave me alone."
After saying that, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
The sound of rushing water sounded, and the two women were turned away.
You looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end we both stayed in the room with droopy faces.
After Xia Chuanzhen took a shower, he changed into light clothes and went out without even looking at the two of them.
There are always memories hitting my mind.
He planned to relax.
Walking on the bright and atmospheric streets, Murong Xi’s crying image came to mind again.
The image is so profound that it is unforgettable.
Why...?
Why?
Why did Murong Xi cry when he lost his memory?
I am just a stranger to her now, and am she so sad that she cries because of the indifferent attitude of a stranger?
She is not that kind of person. Sure enough, the reason is still me?
I...
I didn't want to say that...
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Xia Chuan lowered his head sincerely and walked aimlessly on the street with a decadent breath.
At this moment.
A shout of surprise sounded from behind.
"Xia Chuan!"
He turned around and saw the girl with yellow hair and twin tails standing at the corner of the alley.
"Kagura-san...?"