Chapter 193 The Great Philosopher
Xu Ying continued to drive his dune scooter.
The program team arranged three cars, one for Yao Yingzhe and Jiang Mo, and one for the good brothers Ming Xueying and Jia Yao.
Ye Jie was riding alone in one car.
Xu Ying looked at Ye Jie's back as she got into the car alone, dressed in an exotic dancer's costume. He guessed that the Internet would be in an uproar again, and those marketing accounts would cut out videos to discredit Ye Jie before going to bed tonight.
Xu Ying began to think that there were other reasons for Ye Jie's "black material". Celebrities speak so bluntly, and coupled with the malicious interpretation of marketing accounts, it is easy for them to be discredited.
Hu Sibao lay on Xu Ying's shoulder, still thinking about the chicken nuggets.
[Sister, the chicken fell on the ground. Shouldn't it be edible if we just brush off the sand? We little animals aren't picky eaters.]
The fox boss's clever head had already seen through everything.
[Sibao, you're so stupid! This woman dropped the food on purpose. She just didn't want to give it to you. Have some backbone, please!]
Because you smeared her face with your claws.
Fox Sibao scratched his head with his paw: "But didn't my sister just say that I can't be close to the baby when I'm wearing makeup?"
[Wow, how could she do this? She tempted the baby with the smell of chicken, then threw the chicken nuggets on the ground. How cruel.]
Sibao's heart was broken into pieces.
The fox boss patted its head and said, "Well, it will teach you how dangerous humans are."
[Not everyone is as kind as my sister and brother Qi Xiao.]
Fox Sibao scratched his paws, his ears drooping on either side of his head: [Woo-wah, I know I was wrong. I won't be greedy anymore.]
Seeing that Sibao, the little foodie, had been frustrated today, Xu Ying touched its head and carried it to the seat of the motorcycle.
"Don't go with strangers so easily in the future."
Fox Sibao nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
The program crew moved to West Village.
In the live broadcast room, an off-road vehicle belonging to the program crew slowly stopped at the entrance of the village. The door opened and Ye Jie held the car frame, frowning slightly.
She tried to tap the ground lightly with her sprained foot, but immediately shrank in pain, her fingers unconsciously clenching the suitcase handle.
The commentary went: [What is Ye Jie doing again? Wearing this dancer's outfit and carrying such a modern suitcase, it's so awkward.]
[This is so funny. She's still acting like a princess after getting off the car?]
[Isn't this princess waiting for someone to pick her up?]
At this time, a dark-skinned young man from the village quickly stepped forward and held out his hand in a simple and honest manner: "Let me help you get it?"
Ye Jie smiled gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."
Before she could finish her words, the young man suddenly lifted her arm and carried her out of the car. She was so startled that she let out a cry, and after she staggered to her feet, her ears turned red.
Barrage explosion: [Ahhh, is this guy taking the opportunity to touch my hand?!]
[Why is Ye Jie pretending to be innocent? She must be so happy, right?]
The camera cut to the other side, and Ming Xueying was jumping out of the car nimbly, with a military green mountaineering bag bulging on her back and a 28-inch large box in her hand.
After Jiayao got out of the other door, he reached out to Ming Xueying and said, "Xiao Ming, your backpack is so big and bulging. It looks heavy. Can I help you carry it?"
Ming Xueying dodged sideways, her ponytail flicking away: "No need to take such special care of me, I can do it on my own——"
She glanced at Ye Jie, who was being supported by the young man, and smiled brightly: "Don't treat me like a delicate girl."
After saying that, she picked up the suitcase with one hand and strode towards the temporary luggage storage area designated by the program team. The metal buckles on the backpack jingled.
Danmu crazy blowing rainbow:
[Sister is so cool! Slap those dodders in the face!]
[Can Ye Jie learn from others?]
[Mingjie's arm strength! Her biceps can knock three squishy monsters away with one punch!]
[Will Ye Jie "accidentally" fall into the male guest's arms again later?]
Ming Xueying grinned at Jiayao as they walked: "My mother has always said that I was a crazy boy since I was a child. I grew up with short hair, climbed walls and trees, and was wilder than other boys——"
Jiayao gave Ming Xueying a thumbs up: "As expected of you!"
Xu Ying parked the car and touched the makeup remover wipes in his pocket with an expressionless face after hearing the conversation between the two.
She walked toward the West Village bonfire venue.
The setting sun sank into the sand dunes, and the desert night wind brought a dry coolness.
But Xicun, a village called "oasis in the sea of sand" by tourists, is brightly lit.
Xu Ying had heard of the classic Xicun, but had never visited it. Now that he had come to Xicun, he realized that the village's infrastructure and environment were far superior to other small villages in the desert.
Yes, it would be better to kill these stars than to let them live in a real village in the desert.
The yellowish rammed earth buildings are arranged in an orderly manner. The dome-shaped earthen houses, carved wooden doors, and hanging colorful lanterns all exude a strong desert style.
Drought-resistant plants such as cacti, sea buckthorn, and camel thorn are dotted in front of and behind houses. Desert roses, which are bright red in color, are planted at the doorsteps of almost every household.
It was the first time for the little fennec foxes to see such a beautiful village in the desert, just like children on an autumn outing.
[Sister, this village is so beautiful, and the roses are so pretty~]
[Can we plant flowers near our desert shelter?]
Xu Ying thought for a moment after hearing this. The area around the rescue station was indeed rather monotonous. "Okay, I'll go back and study it!"
The lake in the center of the village reflected the dancing flames. A tall bonfire had already been built on the shore, and the crackling sound of burning firewood was intertwined with the cheerful drumbeats.
The residents of West Village were dressed in brightly embroidered robes, silver-embellished waistcoats, and colorful silk skirts - all of which were particularly dazzling in the firelight.
They clapped their hands, sang melodious folk songs, and their steps danced lightly to the rhythm of hand drums.
The women's skirts fluttered as they spun, while the men danced with vigorous steps, drawing cheers from the onlookers.
The guests of "Rules of Desert Survival" entered the venue and the cheers instantly rose.
Several elderly men with white hair and beards came forward with a smile, holding naan and raisins in their hands, welcoming the guests from afar with the most solemn etiquette.
Yao Yingzhe, the senior of the six, straightened his collar and strolled forward with the reserved smile of someone revisiting an old place. He took the naan bread from the old village chief with both hands, but didn't eat it immediately. Instead, he raised it to his chest as if it were a sacred object and sighed deeply into the camera.
"Oh, this reminds me of the past."
He squinted his eyes as if reminiscing, "When CCTV Film Channel filmed the special program 'Art Life' for me, it was shot under this poplar tree."
Yao Yingzhe suddenly raised his finger, almost poking the eyes of a nearby villager. "The director said at the time that I was like the old poplar tree in West Village - rough in appearance, but tenacious in nature!"
"You see, these raisins are like the hardships of life"
Yao Yingzhe dipped his finger in saliva and pushed a raisin to the edge of the cake. "It becomes even sweeter after being exposed to the scorching sun."
He suddenly folded the whole bread in half, and the raisins fell out with a crackling sound. "But if there is no foundation like naan to support it—"
The biscuit crumbs were scattered all over the floor. "No matter how sweet the fruit is, I can't catch it!"
Xu Ying, who was thinking about how to expose Ming Xueying's "fake natural face", twitched his mouth when he heard Yao Yingzhe's words.
It's numb!
It turns out there is a great philosopher here!
This variety show really has Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons!
All the remuneration is compensation for mental damage.
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