At the end of another song, Tarrant gently let go of Alice's hand, a sly smile in his eyes. "Remember when you said you wanted to see me do the Ford Weeknd?" He bent slightly and raised an eyebrow at her.
Alice remembered the time when, in their small talk, she had accidentally mentioned her interest in the old and passionate dance. "Of course I do," she replied with a smile, her eyes slightly expectant and curious.
Tarrant didn't say much, just stepped back slightly and stood in front of her. He danced in a standard Ford Wicken pose, his knees slightly bent, his feet swift and agile, as if he had been born proficient in this ancient and intricate dance. His feet glide briskly on the ground, his body bouncing in rhythm with dramatic exaggeration and precision. His hands raised his high hat and his body moved with the rhythm of the melody, which seemed exaggerated but full of rhythm. His dress fluttered across the dance floor, moving with the wind. The music then transforms into a passionate melody, with Tarrant's feet hitting the floor with swift precision, each spin with an unruly energy. His dance moves are powerful, yet elegant, and the whole person is dancing to the music.
Alice was fascinated by Tarrant's skill. She clapped her hands, her eyes full of wonder: "Tarrantthat'ssocrazy!"
Tarrant stopped spinning and smiled as he walked back to her. Bending slightly, he held out his hand. "So, Miss Alice, I'll teach you how to do this dance."
Alice froze for a moment, then began to laugh, vaguely expectant. "Okay, but I'm not as flexible as you."
"Never mind, I'll teach you." Tarrant gently took her hand and gently guided her into a dancing posture. "First of all, follow the rhythm of the music, don't be too nervous, just feel the melody under your feet."
He took her a little step forward, so clumsily that Alice chuckled. "I'm like a duck who can't walk very well."
Tarrant's smile was full of encouragement: "Take your time, alice. you're doing great. Now, try to spin - remember to look me in the eye, not the feet." As he spoke, he led Alice through a light spin, and although the movement was not perfect, the tacit understanding between them made the moment easy and enjoyable.
Alice gradually relaxed, and with Tarrant's guidance, she began to keep up with the rhythm, occasionally stepping on his foot, but their laughter danced around. The surrounding Wonderland residents began to laugh too, smiling knowingly at their awkward but happy dance. A few of the youngsters even started imitating them, trying to learn to dance the Ford Wicken, but it was just as hilarious, and the whole hall was filled with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.
Tarrant and Alice continued to dance until they were almost exhausted. The Red Queen and the White Queen also took to the dance floor, leading their entourage to join in the dance. Friends of Wonderland, White Rabbit Maxwell, Cheshire Cat, Absolem, Mary, Sakri, Bayard... They also went to the dance floor, and the whole palace was filled with joy and dance. Everyone danced with the music, laughing and cheering, as if the whole fairyland were enjoying the carnival in this night.
Tarrant noticed a slight weariness creeping into Alice's eyes. Although she was still smiling, Tarrant knew that deep down she didn't really like big, loud parties. From time to time her eyes drifted off into the distance, as if she were looking for a place where she could be quiet for a moment.
Tarrant leaned slightly closer to Alice's ear and whispered, "I thought you might be a little tired. Why don't we go quietly and find a quieter place?"
Alice shook her head with a smile. "I'm not very good at this sort of thing."
The corners of Tarrant's mouth twitched into a smile, and there was a hint of mischief in his eyes: "Then we don't have to stay here. Come with me, I'll take you to a secret base suitable for escaping the hustle and bustle."
As he spoke, he took Alice's hand gently and led her quietly out of the dance floor. The two of them walked carefully around the crowd, through a corridor on one side, and through the side hall, pushing open a carved wooden door that opened to the outside. They walked up the corridor that led to the Royal Terrace, the breeze blowing gently with the coolness of the night. The corridor was covered with silver moonlight. The distant stars were like a sheet of dark blue velvet, dotted with twinkling stars. The shadows of tall hats and dresses flashed across the pure white floor.
The royal terrace was covered with soft moss, surrounded by delicate carved balustrades. In the distance you could see the outline of the forest gently swaying in the moonlight, and the night wind gently brushed their faces with a slight chill.
"We were here the night I was going to fight Jabberwock." Alice sighed softly, took a deep breath of the fragrant night air, and felt the noise of the dance party fade away.
Tarrant let go of her hand and leaned against the railing, looking out into the night sky. "Yes, this is my secret place. No matter how noisy the night is, I can always find a moment of peace in this silence." He turned his head and looked at Alice, his eyes shining with tenderness.
Alice smiled and buried her hand in his arm. The cool breeze of the summer night brushed their cheeks as if the whole world belonged to them at this moment. Tarrant leaned against the railing and looked across the night sky, as if remembering something. His voice was low and soft. "Once here, you said I was the man of your dreams."
Alice turned her head to one side and looked at him earnestly, with a warmth in her heart. "You are indeed a dream to me, Tarrant," she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes that confused Tarrant. "But that's not because you're not real. It's because you're so unique."
The moonlight shines on the terrace, soft and serene, and the brilliance of the stars is in stark contrast to the quietness of the surroundings. Tarrant leaned against the railing and looked sideways at Alice, her silhouette softer in the silver glow. Alice turned her head slightly, and for a moment her eyes met, there seemed to be an invisible current in the air.
In this quiet moment, Alice's heart began to beat faster, and the image of them snuggling together on the dance floor flashed back and forth in her mind. She felt a strong urge to get closer to him. curious and curious…… She took a slow step forward, full of anticipation and tension.
"Tarrant," she whispered, a tremor in her voice. "The moon is beautiful tonight."
Tarrant's eyes were soft as water, and he smiled softly. "Yeah, the best part of it is that I get to share it with you."
Alice's cheeks flushed slightly, and a strong feeling rose in her heart, as if the whole world had stood still for a moment. She raised her hand and gently stroked his thin cheek, running her fingertips across his cheekbone, feeling his warmth. Then he touched her lower lip with his finger, from left to right, and then from right to left, as if he were exploring a treasure.
She moved closer, gazing lovingly at Tarrant, feeling the rhythm of his breathing resonate with her own heart. This intimate distance she had experienced only in her dreams. Then Alice slowly closed her eyes, leaned forward, and touched his lips gently.
Tarrant completely froze: It's not a dream!! He responded to her kiss, he gently wrapped around her waist, close to her, feel her warmth and softness. The lips of the two touched, like the morning dew falling on the petals, soft and delicate. With this kiss, the distance between them disappears in an instant, time seems to be frozen, and everything around them becomes blurred.
Alice's heart beat faster, and she could feel Tarrant's warmth around her. Her hand moved gently to the back of his neck, her fingertips sliding gently across the warmth of his skin. He wanted to remember this moment forever. Tarrant responded to her kiss, deepening it slightly, tilting his head tenderly and kissing her just right, as if the whole universe had coalesced in that instant.
Their lips blend together, gently open the gap between the lips, as if the exchange of hearts. She was very uneasy: Does he love me too? Did I offend him? Is this a dream? Yet Tarrant's gentle brush of his fingers against her back, a firm response, had given her the answer: it was all real.
"I thought about six impossible things before breakfast this morning,
One, i'm on vacation in wonderland
Second, time flies faster in Wonderland than it does up there.
Third, every day I am with my friends
Fourth, Wonderland doesn't have bad marriage promoters and annoying suitors.
Fifth, every afternoon I can have afternoon tea with my dearest friends
Six, I always wanted to kiss Tarrant Hightop, the Mad Hatter."
