Vol 3 Chapter 239: Dance and talk about philosophy

The dark purple-red dress was lined with burgundy long wavy hair, and there was a charming breath flowing under the light.
This long dress has no sleeves, and the ivory-white arms are exposed from the acromion, exuding a rich fragrance, which is soft and charming under the brilliance of the lights. The tight waist and wide belt successfully brought out the graceful figure of the Gypsy Witch.
The long skirt corner dragged to the ankle position, leaving a playful gap on the left side of the skirt corner, extending to the upper thigh. This hazy beauty has attracted countless eyeballs, even if it is covered by fluffy tassels, it can't stop the looming glances around.
Even the witch's dancing partner couldn't restrain her impulse, and she couldn't help lowering her head and quickly glanced at the beauty she occasionally revealed.
Ilena held a goblet with her left hand, half a cup of amber liquid in it, and gently pressed her right hand on Zheng Qing's shoulder. While Zheng Qing's held her left hand with one hand, and gently supported her waist with the other.
The two people swayed slowly on the dance floor with soft music.
"You didn't play when you danced before. I thought you weren't going to come tonight." The Gypsy Witch chuckled lightly, her eyes fell on the public servant's face, and her mouth bends playfully.
"Open dance?" Zheng Qing agreed in a daze. After a long time of reaction, he said with a horror: "Oh, yes! Didn't they say that they want to dance the opening dance at public expense? I was wondering why no one called me before. !... Listen to what you mean, the opening dance is over?"
The witch finally couldn't help it, lowered her head, leaned on Zheng Qing's shoulder and laughed.
Zheng Qing carefully held the witch's left hand to prevent the amber light in her wine glass from spilling out, and looked around awkwardly, but his waist became straighter involuntarily.
"You are so naive." After a long time, she finally straightened up, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and her two big eyes were shining, especially charming in the light.
But what she said didn't seem so charming.
"You are already a college student. Don't always be like a child." She smiled and emphasized: "Since you already know that you are required to perform the opening dance, you naturally need to ask someone to ask about the time and place... Don’t always rely on others to push you forward."
These remarks were pertinent, but slightly harsh.
Zheng Qing doesn't like to listen.
At this time, there was a small seventh interval in the dance music, which seemed a little abrupt in the whole dance music. The witch frowned slightly and shook her head: "I don't like this music."
Zheng Qing thoughtfully nodded and said: "It is true... If you cut a few intervals, it should be more comfortable. But if it is really cut, this dance piece will be out of shape."
The witch raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Do you still know music? It sounds very profound..."
"Just know a little bit." Zheng Qing didn't forget the words she just taught, and added smoothly: "Just like the discordant interval you just heard, in many classic dance music and hunting music, It can be found that...can become a classic, the style of these songs is naturally very strict. But this does not mean that they are necessarily harmonious."
He vaguely regretted the words as soon as he spoke, and immediately stopped speaking.
But Jelena didn't seem to notice what he meant, blinked and added enthusiastically:
"According to what you mean, if you want to become a classic, you have to mix a little distinctive note in a harmonious melody?"
Zheng Qing grinned reluctantly, and tried to push the awkward conversation a little further: "...maybe to set off, maybe to highlight the original melody, maybe it's just a small rule that an unknown existence tossed out because of bad taste. ...Just like geniuses are always a little crazy, there are always waves under the calm, seemingly smooth, but involuntary..."
The conversation became more and more weird, so that in the end, Zheng Qing had no idea what he was talking about.
On the contrary, it was Eleanor, who seemed to be concerned about the last few words he said, silently muttering, and there was a little sadness in her eyes.
This made the young public-funded students very uneasy.
An elf dragged a huge glass bottle, dangling over the heads of the two dancers, seeming to see the witch's wine glass half empty. She flapped her wings laboriously, trying to tilt the glass bottle and pour the glass. full.
"No, no, thank you." Zheng Qing immediately stopped the elf's reckless behavior.
"Xixi?" The elf shook its tentacles, widening his eyes in confusion.
The gypsy witch finally woke up from her thoughts, turned her head to look at the hard-working elf, and smiled slightly: "It's okay, let's go... full."
As she said, she looked back at the wizard and blinked: "It's okay to add some juice...It would be great to help her lighten a little burden."
A bright smile suddenly appeared on Zheng Qing's face.
He immediately remembered the figure who had been apologizing on the pedestrian street before school started, but stood firmly behind Lin Guo.
"I like this the most." He chuckled and murmured, and the displeasure a few minutes ago disappeared.
Memories are always like a wild horse. After thinking of Jelena helping Linguo against Arthur Nes on the pedestrian street, he can't help but think of her clothes at the time, thinking of her boots, short skirts, and slender thigh.
So the wizard couldn't help lowering his head again, his eyes lingering between her naked arms and the looming seams of the skirt.
"Does it look good?" the witch suddenly asked.
"It looks good." Zheng Qing answered subconsciously, but immediately reacted, blushing and quickly raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and emphasized: "Very charming!"
"Are you talking about the starry sky, or something else?" the witch asked nonchalantly.
"Every time I see the starry sky, I always feel my own insignificance, the greatness of life, and the meaning of being alive." Zheng Qing held Elena's hand, squinted, and looked at the bright existence above his head. I don’t know what it means: "This process is very fascinating, very fascinating..."
Maybe he himself believed that he really found the starry sky charming.
Maybe it's just a simple practice of cheering.
Zheng Qing felt that the hotness on his face was quickly fading.
"These words sound very philosophical." The witch blinked, but her tone was disappointed.
Zheng Qing felt that he should say something and remedy it.
He felt a bit dry in his throat.
It just so happens that there is a full wine glass on hand.
So he grabbed the wine glass held in Jelena's hand~EbookFREE.me~ and took a big gulp.
The weird smell spread from the tip of the tongue, and the tingling was full of sweetness, making his eyes burst into tears.
"Drinking?" The witch tilted her head and looked at her glass.
Zheng Qing suddenly realized that the owner of this glass of wine is not himself.
"It's delicious." He bit his scalp, his face flushed again, but he didn't know whether it was stimulated by alcohol or embarrassing shame.
The dance music in the trumpet flower just came to an end at this time.
"I'll get you a cup of green bee." The young public student said dryly: "Matthew's amber light is probably consumed by those wizards..."
"Okay." Elena's voice sounded a little stiff: "There are indeed many Green Bees... It is said that because of this dance, the student union has emptied half of the owner's inventory on the pedestrian street."