There is a girl named Xia Tong

Chapter 1

Every Sunday, Gu Xuanmu would ride a bicycle to a dance studio in the suburbs to practice dancing, with a simple T-shirt and leggings in the basket, and old dancing shoes hanging on his thin back.

Gu Xuanmu likes to ride a bicycle through the wet bluestone alleys, likes the cool breeze blowing through his hair, likes the bursts of cherry blossom rain when passing by the walls of other houses.

At sunset, Gu Xuanmu would ride his bicycle through layers of twilight, ringing the bell all the way home.

Gu Xuanmu is used to ringing the car bell, limping through the sparse oncoming crowd while shouting comfortably all the way: "Please let me go, please let me go."; I am used to bending my body to work harder in the evening wind I am used to stepping on the pedals a few times while standing, and then let the bicycle creak and bump on the bluestone slab.

The sky is getting late, and the twilight is all together. After a few more alleys, we will arrive home.Gu Xuanmu couldn't help feeling excited, and unconsciously accelerated his speed.

In the quiet alley, the sunset quietly climbed up the ancient stone wall, the glow was like a mist floating, the whole alley was immersed in the gray-purple "water vapor", the gray-blue stone wall, the bright red night like blood , Color blending, several wonderful colors on the stone wall, flowing, converging, changing rapidly, like a kaleidoscope played in childhood.

The colors seem to be dancing freely, sometimes unrestrained, sometimes tactful.

Gu Xuanmu secretly sighed, what a wonderful dance!

(End of this chapter)