Thunderbolt: Red Dust and Immortals

"Woo! Let go, let go! Nest!..." Ming Xin struggled out of her suffocating embrace, with a troubled expression on her face.

Panting slightly, Su Zhenzhen smiled at the blushing someone, and said, "Skills still need to be honed."

Ming Xin: "..." Get out!

The water-colored lips have been bitten into crimson, the tip of the tongue is numb, and the eyes are soaked in tears. At this moment, Mingxin doesn't know how delicious he looks~

Want to go crazy, but Ming Xin has no reason, after all, he is trying to kill himself, so he can't... Isn't it Wei Su?

Depressed, he could only viciously pick up a comb to tie up someone's hair, and he directly concealed it with an illusion, and went out the door first.

In the back, Su Zhenzhen smiled as he watched the ostrich flee, with an unclear look in his eyes.

At the door, the two girls who consciously guarded the door looked at the people who came out one after the other with bright eyes, and immediately held their faces and screamed: "Ahhh! I want to stand up!"

Hearing this, Mingxin wanted to explode again...

The conditioned reflex wants to cool down the heat on the fire, but who knows that the hand is empty, where is the fan?

At the back, Su Zhenzhen handed over a blue lotus folding fan, and with a flick of his fingertips, he opened it lightly, and the superb painter appeared on the small folding fan.

Ming Xin snatched the fan angrily, and slammed the fan regardless of his image. In fact, he was only three points annoyed, and he was more ashamed, okay?

'As expected of Su Zhenzhen!This method of playing hooligans is indeed top-notch! This sentence suddenly flashed in Ming Xin's mind.

As the two girls turned their heads to peep from time to time, Ming Xin endured the slapping eyes from behind, and walked out of the backstage very uncomfortable.

But when the girls came to the venue, not only Guangxin, but also Su Zhenzhen was shocked.

I saw a series of theater fans and friends holding flowers and dolls, lining the road to welcome!

The girl who was the murder weapon in the world has returned to normal, showing her etiquette that she has practiced for 26 years, and said gracefully: "This venue is too small, I communicated with the exhibition hall just now, and opened the exhibition hall next door as a place for Thunderbolt fans. The event venue is all set up, would you two like to go?"

Mingxin glanced silently at the so-called 'small' field that occupies an area of ​​3 football fields...

Su Zhenzhen glanced at Ming Xin and said with a smile, "I'm so happy."

After speaking, the fans around laughed in unison, and a large rain of flower petals fell from the top of their heads, and the strong fragrance of flowers dispelled the heat of summer.

In the venue next door, a high platform was set up in just half an hour, and even a carpet was laid, and the surrounding area was decorated with light gauze. I don’t know how the fans did it, but they actually brought in four 4-meter-high giant fans. Blowing hard against the field, and extravagantly erected 3 large lumps of ice in front of the fans.

The high platform is even more willing to work hard. The center of the platform is piled up with huge plastic boxes, which are full of ice cubes. In the hot summer, there is no heat at all on the high platform, only the slightest coolness.

Similarly, on the high platform, there were two solid wooden chairs and a low table with dragon and phoenix in auspicious cloud pattern, and they were placed upright on it. On the table were familiar teapots and cups.

What is even more embarrassing is that there is a circle of water-raised purple lotus under the high platform. How did these crazy people get those pots of blooming purple lotus?

With the fan blowing air, it can be described as extremely comfortable on the high platform.

The murderous girl gracefully stretched out her hand to signal that Mingxin and Su were really on the high stage, but she stood under the stage and said, "Pili has been in the pit for many years, and fellow Taoists have more or less regrets. Today, thank you for making us happy for Su." Su's dream, so, next, let us Thunderbolt fans do a show for you!~"

The girl picked up the microphone, put aside her reserve, and asked loudly: "Fellow Taoists! Do you have the confidence to send your blessings?"

"Have!"

"Do you have the confidence to make today's accident the most beautiful memory?"

"Have!!!"

"Then what are you waiting for! The carnival... let's start!!!"

"Ow!~"

After the girl's words fell, the many fans who came to this exhibition by accident were completely crazy, but they were crazy and rational, lively and not noisy, they were divided into pieces, found an organization, some discussed and waited to present songs, some It is to prepare greeting cards to send, and some simply don't send anything at all, and cooperate with friends who don't know each other to send collective signatures.

On the high platform, Ming Xin and Su really looked at the burning atmosphere below, everyone had happy and satisfied smiles on their faces, and they couldn't help softening their eyebrows and eyes.

"They... are very cute." Su really couldn't help but sigh with emotion in a low voice.

Ming Xin said with a smile, "Living in a peaceful age, they retain the most pure heart." Turning his eyes to Su Zhenzhen, he said, "Isn't your dream just to hope for peace in adversity? What they look like at this moment will be It is a true portrayal of the bitterness after peace."

"If the difficult situation can be peaceful, I am willing to give everything."

Ming Xin didn't answer the words, Su Zhenzhen at the moment, just watch quietly.

On the high stage, the two of them watched the group of theater fans singing loudly, almost singing all the songs of the Pili Puppet Show. The voices of the two men and the girl who sang more than a dozen songs were almost hoarse. The two gave two cups of spiritual tea, and immediately, the two movie fans were baptized by everyone's eyes, and the envy, jealousy and hatred in it need not be repeated.

The small circle of people who send autographs and greeting cards all launch a representative to send things to the high stage.

Everyone who goes up has a pilgrimage heart, and the satisfaction and tears that are almost overflowing are all Susu's ultimate fans. It is so happy to see the real and alive Susu who surpasses the puppets in reality. Susu, I have no regrets in this life!

When the greeting cards and signatures on the high platform were piled up all around, except for the empty steps, the others were all colorful papers, full of everyone's blessings.

When the carnival draws to a close, it is almost evening.

Ming Xin and Su Zhen really just watched the fans express their excitement in such a quiet way, with sincere eyes, Su Zhen really couldn't help but soften his heart, so he stayed, and he also pulled Ming Xin to stay, Give them a beautiful memory.

When everyone came to bid farewell to Ming Xin and Su Zhenzhen, Ming Xin pulled Su Zhenzhen and said, "Can you stay for another 15 minutes? When we bid farewell, I will give you a surprise."

The movie fans were stunned and puzzled, but they were more looking forward to it!

Their susu never let everyone down! ~

At this moment, the paints and drawing paper that Ming Xin had ordered Lin Jiajia and Liu Jingyu to prepare were brought up at this moment, and they were still mounted white paper, but there were only four frames, the top, bottom, left, and right, and the mounting of the paper was exposed on both sides.

As the blank picture frame was fixed, two people stood on the singing stage. Ming Xin had a paintbrush in one hand and thick ink in the other, and Su Zhenzhen did the same, with a paintbrush in one hand and purple paint in the other.

"There is life, and the road has its own signs;" the body moved, and the thick ink in the square inkstone shook, and the scattered ink fragrance was drawn across the white drawing paper, interweaving into messy lines.

"Half-god, half-holy and half-immortal;" The brush quickly slid across the paper with wet ink, turning unsightly lines into chaotic and orderly patterns.

"Death is not death, why count a hundred years;" the brush taps the purple paint, and when the pen is shaken, a little bit of purple ink flies on the drawing paper, adding a touch of life to the black-stained drawing paper on a white background.

"All Confucianism and Taoism are all sages;" Looking at each other with a smile, Su Zhenzhen changed a brush, and together with Ming Xin, opened up a little bit of purple ink with the tip of the brush, and displayed it irregularly around the thick ink.

"Hold the zither and listen to Yuan Mo;" Ming Xin finally picked up the white dry powder paint, and with Su Huanzhen dabbing ink, swayed the white powder around the purple ink dots.

"There are thousands of volumes in the real book in the mind;" the brushes in both hands are intertwined, and the long sleeves do not become a hindrance, but it makes Su Zhenzhen more leisurely and elegant.

"Why Jielian in the boundless world!" Ming Xin brought a bowl of water at the end and quietly followed Su Huanzhen.

"Master half the sky of civil and martial arts!" Dip the nibs of two paintbrushes in water, and with the waving of the wrists, the light-colored water blurred the thick ink on the paper, and as the water soaked, the thin paper slowly bloomed with water and ink Elegant purple lotus.

At this moment, the ink exhibition is fragrant!

After ordering all the purple inks, Ming Xin and Su Zhenzhen quietly stood aside, watching the fans change from doubt to admiration, and then to stunned, and smiled.

The two picked up a pen, and wrote two sentences with vigorous strokes.

Half-god, half-sage and half-immortal, all Confucianism and Taoism are all sages, with thousands of volumes of real books in their minds, and half the sky of civil and martial arts.

—— Su Zhenzhen

There is life in life, the road has its own signs, and there is no death in death, so why count a hundred years.Cover the zither and listen to Yuanmo, how can the boundless world understand the lotus.

—— Xie Fengdysprosium

In the end, Su Zhenzhen personally wrote the letter, "For the cutest you!"

When the strokes fell, many people couldn't hold back and cried silently.

"Su Su, Dy Dy, you all want to be happy!"

In the end, the fans who wept with joy spoke out their hearts out loud!

"Seeing you happy makes us happy!"

"I stand Sudi/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~Please be sure to send candy!"

"Susu, you will always be my male god!"

"This is my happiest day! No one!"

"For Susu, I will stand up to the thunderbolt!"

Seeing everyone's emotional expressions, Ming Xin was moved and had an inexplicable impulse.

With the expectant eyes of everyone in the audience, and then at the person next to him who was smiling gently, Mingxin suddenly had the courage to grab someone by the collar, and in his stunned eyes, imprinted the words that made him hate him so much. Itchy lips.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The next moment, screams lifted the roof.

This real kiss gave me the last nostalgia. All the fans present left screenshots and photos, which became many screensavers, desktops, avatars, etc. in the future, and kept them in files forever. The public secrets that have been secretly circulated by them will be printed in short supply, and that will be a matter of the future.

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, funny comparison is my style, demolishing demon CP or something... Let the friends go crazy!