Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第133/1399页)

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    Rhythmicalmusiotesfloatedintheairlikecolorfulbutterfliesdanginthespringbreeze.HundredsofpeopleassembledinthesquarebeforetheCityHall,seeminglythereforsomegatheringorfestival.Onthemakeshiftstage,skillfundprofitjazzmusiswentallouttratingonperfaicDixiendtypeofmusicothatwaslight,quidhadastrongrhythm.Dimitri’sweather-beateuresappearedbehindthergeballofpinkcottondy.Hewaslikeachildagain,ligatthedyinhishand,savitssweettaste.Henevermissedlivelyoccasionslikethese,fullofhustleandbustle.Hewouldpushhiswayintothecrowdtolistelytotheperformance,hisfoottappingihemusidthenhewouldgetoutofthecrow