The Sound of Silence(7)

“What is your favorite music?” The boy inquired.
“I have got many, yet I do not know their names. What elevate me is the rhythm and vigor hidden beneath these names,” The dancer replied. “While I listen, I dance. I smile. I feel energetic.”
Some dropped out of the dancing flock, and roamed along the edge or sat on benches. They looked tired.
“They looked tired.” The boy eyed at them.
“Indeed, but some of them are too loath to join us,” The dancer said. “They dislike such fervent atmosphere. Though it does not matter. We dislike them too.”

“Do you have a most-like?” The boy kept asking.
“No. Why should I? And are you two who we would dislike?” The dancer left and rejoined the crowd.
“It is not the place my True Heart would lie.” The shepherd whispered softly.
In the afternoon, they arrived Classics Villa. The villa complex tucked away in the countryside, enclosed by scenic landscapes. From the grassland in front of those buildings, you could see a magnificent mountain in distance.
Tilted, yellow sunlight shone on the boy’s face, and he felt cozy.