The Story of Miss Shura's Cultivation: Killing Mei Shi

Chapter 152: Butterfly Love (3)
He is very happy, because no one will look down on him and his mother anymore, and his father also comes to them every day for meals and to stay overnight.But I don't know why, the smile on my mother's face is getting less and less day by day.

Finally, one day, the nightmare happened.

The weather was fine that day.

He sat in the yard and begged his mother to show him a dance.

Mother couldn't resist him, and danced the dance that made her famous all over the world.

Until now, he still remembered how beautiful and dazzling his mother was.

However, before a dance was finished, his aunt, Dongfang Yao, that elegant but extremely cruel aunt came to their yard.

Mother and she went into the house to talk about things, and he sat obediently in the yard, waiting for the conversation to finish, then mother continued to dance for him.

Soon, Dongfang Yao came out, and she smiled and glanced at him, slowly complacent in her eyes.

Mother walked out behind her, her eyes were red.She gently stroked his head, and said some strange words to him, telling him to take care of himself, to practice his profound strength well, to be good, to eat more, and to dress more.

He didn't understand, mother, what happened?Then she took La Niangqin's hand and asked him to finish the dance just now.

But mother laughed, her eyes were already moist, but she was trying her best to suppress her own emotions, not to let herself cry.

She said she had a headache, so she cried.

She said that she wanted to rest for a while, and when the rest was over, the headache would be gone, and she could dance to her little wind.

He believed it, so he ran to rest his profound energy.

After a long time, Lizhu, mother's maid, found him.

Lizhu's face was full of sadness, tears had already flowed down her face, she said, Master Fangfeng, Mrs. Butterfly is dead.

Although he was young, how could he not understand the meaning of death?However, he didn't believe it. His mother said that she wanted to dance for him. She was the most trustworthy, so how could she lie to him?
At that moment, he ran towards his mother's yard.Shouting all the way, "Mother, mother."

But that beautiful figure did not come out to pick him up.

There were many people in the yard, but when he walked into the house, he saw his mother hanging from the roof beam.Like a butterfly, shaking and shaking there.

Later, someone took the mother's body down and put it on the bed.

He walked over and squeezed his mother's hand with his little soft hand.

Mother's hand was very cold, very cold, he thought he would never forget, the moment he held it, how he shivered, the chill, really, went deep into the marrow of his bones.

They said, Mother is dead, dead, and will never come again.

The little him just sat in the yard, staring at the yard in a daze.

At noon, Mother was still dancing there for her, but now, now, there is nothing left.

And this dance became the last memory left by his mother.

That dance is called Butterfly Love.

Ximen Fangfeng never thought that he would see this dance that had been hidden in his memory for a long time again.

Although the dancing girl in the yellow shirt had a gauze on her face, just the unparalleled temperament in the world and the sparkling purple eyes clearly told Ximen Fangfeng and the others that she was Ming river.

Minghe is like a beautiful butterfly, playing among the flowers.Light and charming.

Everyone looked at her, and for a moment, they felt a little dazed, feeling like they were in the boundless sea of ​​flowers, there was a beautiful butterfly flying past their eyes, and they could even smell the quiet fragrance of flowers at the end of their noses.

Lanyue looked at her, and said silently in her heart: "Luo, do you know how beautiful you are?"

In the end, Ming He tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and flew into the air spinning as he did when he came.

And the silk flower with the night pearl at the bottom was also received by her into the Misty Ring, and for a while, darkness struck again.

When the lights were lit again and everyone looked intently, where was the beautiful figure that caught their souls?

Everyone sat there, no one spoke, no one applauded.

Because this dance is already extremely beautiful.Applause, I'm afraid it will destroy the beautiful mood it left behind.

When Ming He changed his clothes and walked to the lobby on the second floor to sit down, everyone came back to their senses.

But very tacitly, in the entire Moon Palace, no one opened their mouths to say anything about the dance just now, because in everyone's opinion, no language can describe the beauty of that dance.What they have to do is to quietly keep that dance in their hearts.A hundred years later, the memory must still be fresh.

"Ming He, thank you." Thank you for helping me fulfill a long-standing regret and dream.Ximen Fangfeng looked at Ming He's slightly flushed face, and said.

"It's okay. This is my birthday present for you, as long as you like it." Ming He wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said.

To be honest, at first, she really didn't know what to give him.But later, when she saw the butterfly jade pendant he gave her, she thought of his mother, Fudie, the dancer who was once famous in mainland China.

That's why she looked for records about this dance, and then, after careful consideration, she danced it out.

In Ming He's view, Fang Feng is such a lonely person.

His mother died young, and for so many years, he has long been used to wearing a cold mask to keep others away.

Therefore, she wanted him to relive the beauty of childhood once again.

Sure enough, the effect was achieved, and Ximen Fangfeng admitted sincerely that this was his happiest and most memorable birthday.

There is no other reason, just because the person he likes danced a mother's dance for him.Does this count as an inheritance?

In short, no matter what, she has spent all her time thinking about him, so he is very happy.

Looking at Ximen Fangfeng's satisfied expression, Lanyue and Nangong Menghui both smiled faintly, only Dongfang Aozhi had a cold face, damn it, when will his birthday come back?When the time comes, will she make such meticulous preparations for him?
(End of this chapter)