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... hearts of the audience.
After dancing on the bass drum, she jumped to the snare drum again, leaping like a blast of autumn wind. Du Xiaoli jumped on the face of the drum like a flame, and her water sleeves were a blur. Her long ink-black hair swayed in the wind with her dance, and the bursts of drumbeats sounded urgent and tense. At this time, the notes of the qin took on the supporting role, occasionally adding a melody to complement the music.
"Dong--"
Two ...
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