It was precisely because Zhang Lixian and the others had seen Yu Xiaoqing that Bula was now dressed as a woman, with grenades hanging all over her body as usual, like a walking grenade display stand. She even dared to tease He Shuguang, who was being held tightly by Zhang Lixian and the others.
"Here, I'm comparable to Big Brother Jiang~! Big Brother He~!"
“Yo——!!”
"My brother~~!"
"ah--!"
"Don't be angry with them~!"
The cannon fodders started to make a noise. He Shuguang on the opposite side was grinning as Zhang Lixian next to him tickled his skin. He couldn't help laughing while being angry. So Bu La became bolder. With the cooperation of his good brother, he pulled He Shuguang to twist together. When the guy raised his fist, they jointly pushed the four-eyed guy back into Zhang Lixian's arms.
Shuoyu clapped his hands and shouted "good" enthusiastically, which made him want to go up too. He raised his hands and went up, patted his butt (it was a bit dirty after sitting on the ground), and rushed up with a whoosh!
In his hand, he held a rag that came out of nowhere and used it as a handkerchief. He casually pulled the person who was trying to get closer to this side in the crowd. Regardless of his struggle, he pulled him to the center. How carefully can you see here? (No,
This was not the first time that Shuo Yu had shown off his voice in front of the cannon fodder. In fact, everyone was used to Banxian'er's occasional madness, so it was just the elite on the opposite side who were a little stunned.
"There's a winding river in front of me! My sister is singing a sweet song across from me! My heart is filled with waves! When will my sister let me cross the river, you, you!"
Shuoyu sang happily by himself. Although he could almost sing back and forth by himself and didn't need Fanla, he still pulled Fanla to dance with him in his own ballroom dance, which was like a Northeastern Errenzhuan, a square dance, and a Western tango.
Seeing Fanla not knowing where to put his hands and feet, he became even more excited. He sang and danced around him, and by the way, he flirted with Zhang Lixian, who had been pretending to be a decent person since Yu Xiaoqing appeared.
Isn't it bad to have a stern face all the time? Where's the fun in pretending to be a fool like Yu Xiaoqing?
"Brother, if you want to cross the river, you must first sing my song, my song! I don't ask for whom the flowers bloom, nor for whom the bees land. I ask if you know my heart, my heart, why, why, why do I want to cross my river!"
When singing female songs, Shuo Yu wrapped the handkerchief in her hand around her head as a headscarf, took small steps, sang with her throat clamped and her hands covering her mouth, and winked at Zhang Lixian, He Shuguang, Yu Zhi and others who no longer had stern faces, sending them flirtatious glances~!
Seeing the elites blushing one by one, he started to turn around and tease the cannon fodder, laughing and joking, just for fun, and even gave a big kiss on the face of the smiling Crowber, which was very loud, and received an even more silly smile in return.
Perhaps it was because the night view was too intoxicating, or perhaps it was because the evening breeze blew his hair, but at this moment Shuo Yu just wanted to laugh, dance, and sing a tune that only he knew, thinking about the distant future.
"In front of me is a winding river, and across from me is my sister singing a sweet song~! My heart is filled with waves. When will my sister accept it, accept the river of my heart~!"
Milong came back on stage and started dancing the magic trick, holding a half-burned torch from the fire and dancing back and forth, which made He Shuguang and the others who were trying hard to keep a straight face exposed. He even approached Li Bing, who had no expression from beginning to end, and danced closely with him. He chased Yu Zhi back and forth and insisted on kissing him, scaring Yu Zhi so much that he avoided him like a madman and fled all over the stage.
Many people also began to rush up, fearing that they would be left behind. This time it was a riot of activity: Big Beard performed Henan opera, Doubing performed stage tricks, Manchu and Han folk songs, Nidan performed folk songs, Shuoyu and Fanla started a social dance around the campfire (more like a self-entertainment disco), and then watched the sparks rise into the sky to accompany the stars.
Perhaps they are really just moldy rotten wood left on the edge of Yunnan, waiting for the day to be set on fire.
But when will that day come?
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