Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

"Yes." Ye Yiren nodded.

"How is your phoenix feather dance practice?"

"It's already been practiced, do you want to see it?"

"Okay." Chen Mo stopped in his tracks.

Shengdan City was built hundreds of years ago, most of the buildings were left over from a long time ago, and few new ones were built.The planning and greening are quite perfect, and it is really embarrassing that they will be destroyed in one day.

"Right here." Chen Mo took out the guzheng Mo Yi from the ring, and sat down on a threshold, with Mo Yi placed on his lap.

This is an empty street. After a period of reconstruction, it has been restored, but it does not have the feeling of the past.

With a flick of Chen Mo's fingers, several beams of light burst in, inlaid into the surrounding walls, exuding luminous light, illuminating the boundary.

These are a few ordinary moon stones, and the price is not expensive.

Ye Yiren wore a white dress, with a cold expression and a refined temperament like a fairy descended from the world. Under the fluorescent light emitted by the moonstone, the white and tender skin had a different charm.

She held the hem of the skirt with one hand and put one hand flat on her waist, presumably she was ready.

Chen Mo plucked the strings according to the score of Phoenix Yushang Dance, and as the sound of the piano played, Ye Yiren tapped his toes and began to dance.

The graceful body is matched with the majestic and beautiful dance music, which is intoxicating.

Especially in the dance music, there are a few passages in which the dancer is asked to do a split with her legs facing the sky. Chen Mo was stunned by the graceful posture and the dancing dress.

After playing a song, Ye Yiren also ended with a spiral turn.

"Clap!"

Chen Mo put away Mo Yi and stood up, clapped his hands, and uttered a foreign language from his previous life.

"Huh?" Ye Yiren wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of confusion.

"Pretty." Chen Mo gestured a thumbs up.

Ye Yiren didn't change much on the surface, but secretly pleased in his heart.

After that, the two walked around the newly built urban area.

"are you cold?"

"Huh?" Ye Yiren said: "After I stepped into the practice, I haven't been afraid of the cold for hundreds of years."

"Uh."

Chen Mo almost lost his temper, and said helplessly, "Apart from playing the piano, do you like anything else?"

"Others..." Ye Yiren stopped in her tracks. In her memory, apart from practicing, she spent most of her time learning and playing the piano. Although she dabbled in the other three things, she didn't like it.

I just don't want to go against Master's will and force myself to learn.

If you think about it carefully, there is nothing else besides liking playing the piano.

Ye Yiren shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Mo stopped and turned around: "There are many preferences in a person's life. For hundreds of years, you have not liked anything other than the piano, such as planting flowers or something?"

Ye Yiren shook her head, one thing she didn't like to say a second time.

"Then have you ever thought about cultivating a hobby?" Chen Mo said, "For example, falling in love with someone"

Ye Yiren was taken aback.

"Love is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Isn't it a pity that you haven't even talked about love for hundreds of years." Chen Mo said to Ye Yiren.

Ye Yiren was taken aback again: "What is love?"

"It's a period of time when a man and a woman confirm their relationship, cultivate their relationship, and get tired of it."

Ye Yiren still didn't understand and shook his head.

Chen Mo patted his forehead, and said: "Then do you think about someone all the time in your heart, keep thinking about him?"

"Have."

"Who?"

"Master."

"anything else?"

"It's gone." Ye Yiren turned around and walked slowly: "It's late, let's go back."

Ye Yiren suddenly felt a flustered feeling of being prying into her mind, which made her want to escape.

Chen Mo walked forward quickly, walking side by side with Ye Yiren.

Ye Yiren gritted his teeth in order to prevent Chen Mo from discovering his current state, and hurriedly suppressed the messy emotions in his heart.

Afterwards, she found herself being held by the wrist.

Ye Yiren raised his eyes and squinted at Chen Mo: "?"

"Hands are cold, warm them up." Chen Mo squeezed her hand and interlocked his fingers.

Ye Yiren was puzzled and let him pull.