Let me think about it...

How do you sing the first sentence?

Chen Xun closed his eyes and immersed his thoughts. The sound of drums and gongs instantly pulled his memories into a brightly lit square.

A slim back took two symmetrical long legs and took tempting steps, swaying from side to side. She walked directly in front of the square with a big radio, and then placed it on the flat ground.

Bent over, stretched out, and pressed the play button.

"Sizi..."

The tape turned, the woman's red lips raised slightly, she stood up and continued to walk back with tempting steps.

A melodious flute sounded from far to near, wandering behind her.

The smell gradually surges...

The reason why the illusion in my mind is not the aunt, but Chen Xun felt that it was not conducive to depicting the details in the memories.

He opened his eyes, abandoned all the embarrassment and restraint, and chose to hand over his body to freedom!

"The vast world is my love, and flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains!"

Chen Xun opened his hands, looked towards the sky with a smile, and sang the beginning of the song in a clear and loud voice.

The lingering sound lingers around, but it quickly becomes silent.

The surroundings return to peace.

Chen Xun kept the movements on his hands, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Only after coming out of fantasy can Chen Xun realize reality.

It turns out that no one sang with me, and there was no music.

There is no brightly lit square, no aunties, and no young ladies watching the fun in short skirts and shorts.

All there is only the boring sound of drums and gongs, as well as a group of Chang'an people dressed in ancient costumes, waiting for their success in praying for rain in the hot sun above.

Chen Xun's throat moved.

He quickly calmed down and smiled again on his face.

He continued to shout in a clear voice.

"Right foot, left foot, go forward, raise your hand, drop, right!"

“Repeat and change direction!”

"Right foot, left foot, go forward, raise your hand, drop, right!"

"One da da, two da da da, three da da, collect!"

Chen Xun hummed a song in the square in his heart, while his hands and feet were constantly moving.

He remembers it very well. After all, as an otaku, he accompanied his mother to the square after 8 o'clock in the evening.

"Hait up, open your hands, three steps here, put your hands down, and back!"

"Yes, that's it!"

"Do it again!"

Chen Xun looked at the servants behind him with his own light. These servants worked very hard. I don’t know if they were watched by so many people or were infected by Chen Xun’s previous words.

Although they could not fully keep up with Chen Xun's movements, they were much better than last night.

The people around all calmed down and watched the movements of the people in the center of the venue.

A song has been sung in my heart, but the incense in the incense burner is still burning.

Chen Xun had already thought about it, but he just jumped it several times.

"Dongdong!"

"Bang!"

"Dongdong!"

"Bang!"

...

The sound of gongs and drums continues to beat.

Wu Deshun faced the heat wave, and sweat flowed on his face in large patches, but he worked very hard.

Shen Xun is constantly, he is constantly.

In Shen Xun's opinion, this was just a square dance. In his opinion, it was related to the happiness of the second young master and the survival of the people in Fengxian County.

Chen Xun glanced at Wu Deshun, took a deep breath, and wiped away the sweat from his face, and his voice gradually became louder, allowing the people around him to hear it clearly.

"Left foot, right foot, forward, raise your hand, drop, right!"

"continue!"

"Left foot, right foot, go forward, raise your hand, drop, right, that's it!"

...

Gradually, the steps of several servants became neat, and they also found that Chen Xun was much more serious and harder than he taught last night.

The few people dancing square dance had different thoughts, but they were so serious that they were exactly the same.

They gradually jumped to a certain extent and had regular movements.

Chen Xun began to close his mouth and put away the words to guide the movements.

He moved his throat, wiped away the sweat from his forehead and temples, and after thinking for a while, he turned his head and said to his servants:

"Actually there are spells, but they are to be sung..."

"Second Young Master, come let go!"

The servants sweated and shouted in unison.

Chen Xun smiled after hearing this, and felt a little touched in his heart.

He began to stop, stood there, closed his eyes, took a deep breath seriously, and opened his mouth.

Chen Xun sang loudly, more like shouting out:

"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart!"

"Singing the most dazzling national style, let love sweep away all the dust!"

After Chen Xun sang these two lines, his chest was undulating violently, and his sweat wet his clothes, but he felt particularly happy.

He began to beat the beat with his toes, and made movements with his servants, while singing the lyrics in his memory from his mouth without saying a word.

The onlookers watched very seriously and listened very seriously.

Although the singing sounds not good and the dance steps do not look graceful enough, it can motivate emotions. Some people have started to nod to the beat from time to time, making slight movements on their feet and hands.

Chen Xun gradually let go of himself.

Later, the servants memorized the lyrics and sang them together.

The audience also became more and more impressed, and their bodies swayed gently.

Even Chen Taibai in the attic lit his chin slightly.

The rhythmic drums and gongs played a big role, but emotions are contagious, especially Shen Xun's smile.

Chen Si clamped the oil-paper umbrella under her armpits. She looked at Chen Xun's smile and laughed as well. Then she patted her hands gently, followed the rhythm, and shook her head left and right.

It has been a long time since Si time.

"Singing the most dazzling national style, letting love sweep away all the dust..."

Chen Xun suddenly stopped moving, his eyes shifted downwards and looked at the ground.

The dust on the bricks was really rolled up, but it was not loved, but the wind that suddenly appeared.

It's noon...

The cool wind passed through the gap between people and gently patted Shen Xun's cheek.

It was cold, especially after sweating.

Chen Taibai felt something, and he looked up at the sky with his head raised.

"It's noon..."

Chen Juntao's voice came from behind.

Yes, it's noon.

But the sun, which should have emitted strong light and heat at noon, did not play a role at this moment.

Chen Xun raised his hand back and signaled, the servants stopped, and Wu Deshun also stopped beating the drum.

Chen Xun raised his head and the sky gradually became drowsy because dark clouds floated from a distance.

The roar of the dragon lingers around, but it is extremely unreal, as if it is ringing in the hearts of everyone.

Chen Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils turned amber.

Soon, he raised the corners of his mouth.

Four green dragons shuttled among the clouds, huge blue scales slashed through the air, and a whistling sound appeared faintly.

The light becomes darker step by step, and the coolness replaces the heat.

"Wow!"

The sound of Chen Si holding up the oil-paper umbrella attracted everyone's attention.
Chapter completed!