Chapter 255

Her rebuke, her grievance, her pain hit him, just like a soft cloud, not even a sound can be heard.

Even man closed his eyes disappointedly, but he didn't bother to say anything to him.

One after another, people went to the huge main hall. The dome was colorful. Large chandeliers hung down from the dome like a huge crown, and the bright crystal fringes swayed gently.

The dark clouds outside completely covered the sky and earth, covering all the light.

The whole herdsman fell into a silence.

In the dark, the light from the third floor is very bright.

One by one, the people at the bottom looked up. Deep in the corridor on the third floor, the glass walls carved with complex patterns formed a whole fan. Inside, the lights were on. The light was soft and lingering, moving like water.

In such a big villa, there are only a few pieces of bright glass hanging in the air, just like the attic in the night.

A slender figure slowly appeared in front of the glass, gentle light.

She slowly raised her thin arm, a gentle movement that shows her dancing skills. Her soft fingers moved slowly from her head to her face

The luminous glass reflects her figure, which is mysterious, illusory, true and false.

Suddenly, a small fan suddenly appeared on her hand. She threw it gently. The whole person was flexible and bent back, standing on the ground with the tip of one foot. A thin boneless arm swung back, and her skirt raised a beautiful arc in the air.

She's soft, but soft with tension.

At the moment when one leg was raised, the tip of the foot hung in the air and caught the fan steadily, while the fan was still open.

The screen stops.

She stood steadily without a trace of movement.

Her whole body seems to be still, but the fan at the tip of her foot is slowly rotating. From the outside, it seems that a gorgeous flower is blooming from the fragrant foot.

Without music, everything is in silence, but the beauty is breathtaking and turbulent.

At the oblique corner of the second floor, Ying Hannian quietly leans against the pillar of the corridor. His dark eyes are looking at the silhouette on the glass. His thin lips are tight and his throat is dry.

She said she didn't know how much like herself.

It's so similar.

Even he couldn't tell whether Lin Yi or his mother was behind the glass.

In a flash, he thought that he was back on the street of life and death, and those who had gone by climbed up his skin again and swallowed him up everywhere.

It's already true for him. It's even more exciting for those below.

Below, in the dark hall, people looked up at this scene. Even the servants kept their breath. They didn't turn on the light for fear of disturbing the beauty of the distance.

Mu Xianfeng sat in a wheelchair, his eyes turned to the shadow on the glass, seeing the gains and losses.

Just a few movements reveal the beauty that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Yongxi..."

Mu Huakang stood there, walking stiffly to the front of the crowd and staring at the third floor.

"How could..."

Su Meining stood aside, looking at the graceful figure in the light in disbelief, shaking her hand with the Buddha string.

Fan dance is a classic movement, which can be practiced by almost no one.

"It's her. She's really haunted. She's back She's back... "

Lian man was held by Mu Xiaxi. There was no blood on his pale face. He was too soft to speak. He murmured that he had already lost the fear of seeing stone tablets and CDs in the mountain area for the first time, and turned into a surrender to fate.

That's all.

Come back and want her life? Come on.

"Mother, are you saying that this is Ying Yongxi?"

Mu Xia Xi doesn't understand to ask a way, the Mu family guard is strict, how can suddenly appear an old friend.

The old man came here slowly with the help of the people from Sanfang. Just as he was talking, he looked up and saw a tiny soft shadow dancing in front of the glass in the far air.

Mu Huahong and his wife followed him.

“……”

Mu Ziliang's eyes suddenly sank. Knowing that something was going to happen, he pushed Mu Huahong away and supported him. He said coldly, "people from the third room should go back first. Come on, turn on the light!"

The third room man stepped back.

After that, a servant woke up and turned on the lights one by one, which made the whole house as if it were day. When it was on, the lights on the third floor were insignificant, even the little silhouette disappeared.

"Yongxi!"

Mu Huakang was surprised and ran to the stairs excitedly. He tripped on the stairs and fell heavily on it. Then he got up and went up regardless of everything.

Lianman looks at his figure, his eyes are gray.

"Help me up."

Looking at his son's figure, he frowned and ordered housekeeper Feng to help him up.

One after another, they went upstairs. Lin Yi had already retired when the light was on. Mu Huakang pushed open the glass door and saw only a maid in uniform cleaning the table.I saw a group of people standing at the door, and the maid stood there in fear.

Inside, there's no one else.

Mu Huakang looked around. He didn't see anyone he wanted to see. He rushed to the maid eagerly, "where are the people?"

"Who? I've always been the only one here. " Said the maid weakly.

"No way, someone was dancing here just now!"

Mu Huakang seized her arm excitedly, hoping to break it.

"Er..." The maid bowed her head awkwardly, "second master, I'm just tired of cleaning, so I'll move my body."

Smell speech, Mu Hua Kang stay, look at her incredulously, "can you dance fan dance?"

"Just do whatever you like. What kind of fan dance? Are you wrong, second master?"

The maid is innocent.

Wrong?

Mu Huakang's eyes are gloomy. When he thinks back on the dance, it's impossible. Even if his eyes are no longer good in middle age, he will never see Ying Yongxi's dance wrong.

She must have come back to see him.

Mu Huakang turned and left. He pushed Lian man away and rushed out, shouting all the way, "Yongxi! Yongxi! I know it's you! "

Lian man was pushed to the side of the cabinet, sharp pain spread in the body.

Oh.

Here we go again.

Every time he gets involved with Ying Yongxi, he is just like a different person.

"Yongxi, if you come out, no one will harm you any more..."

Mu Hua Kang's eyes cried out, but no one answered.

Mu Ziliang stood there with a dragon head crutch and looked at Mu Huakang unhappily. "The children are all here. What are you shouting about?"

The old man said something, but mu Huakang didn't seem to hear it. He grabbed a servant and said, "seal the way out for me right away, find someone, and find someone for me right away!"

"Old Feng, the second master is not in good spirits. Help him back to his room." Mu Ziliang saw that the people at the bottom all speculated, and his face was even worse. He spoke coldly and dignitarily.