Ling Ziyi's hair was very long, very dense, almost to her waist, she slid into the arena, and broke her hair, and at this time she danced quickly, and that long hair, like her dance partner, followed her, followed her.

Yang Dingtian never knew that a woman's hair could be so good-looking.

Yang Dingtian used to watch the Spring Festival Gala or something, and when he saw the dance program, he would get up to drink the water toilet or play with his mobile phone, and never watched it, because he couldn't understand it at all, but when he watched Ling Ziyi dance, he was completely stupid.

He couldn't say what he understood, to tell the truth, he didn't know what Ling Ziyi was dancing at all.

But he seemed to understand it again.

Ling Ziyi was expressing a mood.

What it is, Yang Dingtian can't say, but even Ling Ziyi herself can't say it clearly, what she is expressing.

That's the beauty of dance.

Ling Ziyi danced for about half an hour, maybe longer, when she suddenly took a leap, got on a rock, opened her hands, and whistled loudly at the moon in the distance.

Yes, it's howling, not screaming.

The whistling is to lift the qi, and the qi goes down, and the screaming is in the chest.

It is called no content, just like the summer rain, which comes in a hurry and goes quickly.

But the howl is like the waves of the sea, wave after wave.

This is a woman with content.

One after another, Ling Ziyi roared for several minutes, this kind of mid-ventilation kung fu that ordinary people couldn't grasp at all.

"Not only can she draw, but she must have practiced dance and also studied vocal music. ”

Yang Dingtian admired Ling Ziyi more and more.

The whistle stopped, Ling Ziyi knelt on the stone, and the whole person shrank into a ball.

Yang Dingtian waited for a while, walked over, put a windbreaker on her, and then gently tapped her waist with his knuckles, all the way up, to the big vertebral point, and slowly breathed.

After a minute or so, he stopped, Ling Ziyi turned around and stood up: "I feel that the whole person is completely empty, and there is nothing left anymore." ”

"That's good. Yang Dingtian was sincerely happy.

"Thank you. ”

Ling Ziyi thanked him.

Yang Dingtian smiled slightly, and Yang Dingtian stretched out his hand: "Come down." ”

He subconsciously stretched it out, and only halfway through it did he remember that Ling Ziyi's temperament might not be willing.

But no, Ling Ziyi actually took his hand without hesitation and jumped down.

Her hands were thin and white and slender, Yang Dingtian found that Fang Huan's hands were quite beautiful last time, but Fang Huan's hands were buns, and Ling Ziyi's hands were completely different.

If Fang Huan's hand is the white flour that came out, Ling Ziyi's hand is the green onion tube cut out by the best chef, holding it in his hand, it is delicate and silky, and the feel is even better.

"What if this hand is ---。 ”

Yang Dingtian thought of this and didn't think about it.

He is really a layman, but at this time, in the face of an elegant and refined person like Ling Ziyi, he is still embarrassed to think too vulgarly.

"Let's go down the mountain. Yang Dingtian said: "You danced, sweated, the wind on the mountain is strong, if the wind blows, you can't row if you catch a cold." ”

"Didn't you just get angry with me?" Ling Ziyi looked at him and smiled: "Your qigong is so powerful, it's the first time I've really felt the qi of qigong." ”

When she said this, she was even happier and said: "My dad used to practice qigong, yo, you don't know, that diligent, practice after work, practice at work, sometimes sit on the bus, and close his eyes, when I was a child, every time he took me on the bus, he asked me to hold one of his arms, and then his own hands in his pockets." ”

She said with a giggle: "Others just think that he sits like this, but in fact, his hands are folded in his pockets and placed on his little belly, they call him Dantian, and they say that this can nourish qi." ”

"Yes. Yang Dingtian had also seen the era of crazy people practicing qigong, and nodded with a smile: "Many people practiced it before." ”

"But he didn't develop any qi. Ling Ziyi smiled: "He himself is full of confidence every day, and he often gives people anger, once I sprained my foot, he also gave me anger, and then asked me, how do you feel?"

"How do you feel?" Yang Dingtian asked with a smile.

"What does it feel like? Ling Ziyi giggled: "He also said that if he gets angry, he will be fine tomorrow, at least it won't get bad, and it shouldn't hurt so much, in fact, I just gave him face, gritted his teeth and endured it." ”

She said this, smiling and bent over.

She was originally cold and restrained, but at this moment, it seemed to be a different person, just like a winter branch, and in spring, suddenly a tree full of dense flowers.

"And then. ”

She opened her heart, and Yang Dingtian of course also had fun and encouraged her.

"Later, my mother got off work, I secretly told my mother, my mother bought me safflower oil back, helped me rub it, and my father pouted, saying that it was useless, my mother didn't tell my father, you don't know, my father is very stubborn, what he thinks, others can't say, so my mother never said. ”

"Your house is interesting. ”

"Yes. Ling Ziyi smiled happily: "Later, the next day, my father said, look, I'm right." ”

As she spoke, she bent over with a smile again, the mountain road was uneven, and she said while walking, stumbling like this, a stone was stumbling under her feet, she stumbled, Yang Dingtian hurriedly stretched out her hand to help, and almost held Ling Ziyi's whole person in her arms.

Ling Ziyi didn't seem to wear perfume, but at this moment, Yang Dingtian smelled a faint fragrance, probably after sweating, the fragrance came out.

"Does she have her own body fragrance, just like Princess Xiangxiang?" Yang Dingtian exclaimed in his heart.

The feeling of holding Ling Ziyi was like holding a bouquet of flowers, but Yang Dingtian didn't dare to hug it for a long time, and helped Ling Ziyi to stand up, so he let go of his hand and said, "The mountain road is uneven, be careful." ”

"Yikes. Ling Ziyi suddenly shouted: "My foot seems to be twisted." ”

"Where. Yang Dingtian hurriedly asked: "I'll take a look." ”

"This foot. ”

Ling Ziyi raised his right foot: "Ah, it's a little painful." ”

She frowned, then raised her eyes to look at Yang Dingtian: "Are you angry with me?"

"Okay. ”

Yang Dingtian helped her, she jumped and jumped, and sat down on a mountain rock next to her.

Yang Dingtian crouched down in front of her, resting one foot on her knee.

In the afternoon, I only felt that Ling Ziyi's feet were beautiful, and now I knew that Ling Ziyi not only often climbed mountains, but also practiced dancing, too, the climbing power was uneven, and the feet were easy to deform after a long time.

Even if you walk, if you often walk in a hurry, the aging of your feet will be more serious, Hong Xianzi is like this, she worked hard when she was young, ran a lot, and when she was in her thirties, her feet were not good-looking.

But practicing dance is different, practicing dance is to press the legs and stretch the tendons, and then the force is more even, so not only will it not be deformed, but it will be refined to be more symmetrical and beautiful.

Ling Ziyi's legs are like this.