Jing Xuan’s words made Bai Yue immediately put the Red Rabbit Tiger in the cage aside, and then sneaked to the door and took a look. He turned around as if he didn’t notice anything, gently buckled the door, and then ran to his pillow
“What is this?”
Jing Xuan opened the book, which was painted with various strange lines, and there was a circle at the top of each figure.
“I drew the prayer soul that Meng Ling danced that night according to my memory. How about it? Am I awesome?”
“Is this the dance you drew?”
Jing Xuan looked at the dense lines and circles on a piece of paper, and there was no sign of any dance. On the contrary, Bai Yue saw Jing Xuan’s expression, and a trace of contempt appeared on her face. She stretched out her finger and began to explain.
“You see, this is not a person. This is shaking hands, raising legs, lowering waist, and turning around. I draw so obvious that you can’t even see it!”
As Bai Yue pointed at the place of her finger, Jing Xuan gradually understood. As expected, she still retained the style she used to. Whether writing poetry, drawing maps, or even the dance movements she draws now are so… different from others.
“Then what is this circle?”
I have understood the movements roughly, but he still couldn’t understand the circle on each line.
“Oh! These are the heads. These are all line people. Without a head, you can tell that they are individuals!”
I suddenly realized and was shocked
The person who woke up from the dream did have different reactions, and even the explanation was so… I couldn’t refute it.
Of course, Bai Yue could not know what kind of struggle Jing Xuan had experienced in his heart, so that he could pretend to have the ultimate appreciation on his face.
“How about it, I’m so awesome. Although I haven’t dreamed of anything these days, I racked my brains to think of what I dreamed of last time. When we come back from the snow mountain, I can practice according to this.”
“No, Yue’er!”