How to break the author's bad taste

8. How can Xiaobai be so beautiful as a flower?

"..."

Bai Lianhua blinked, looked at the rigid expressions of the people around her, and asked blankly, "Is it ugly? Sure enough, it doesn't work for a man to dress up as a woman! I'd better go take it off!" After saying that, she wanted to go back to the dressing room to take it off.

"...Eh!? Don't!" Qiu Ziqiu had a certain immunity after getting along with Bai Lianhua for a period of time, and he was the first to react, and quickly grabbed Bai Lianhua, "They just think it's too beautiful, they're just dumbfounded!" As he said, He patted the people around him, "Hurry up, don't look at it! Put on your makeup! Get rid of the wig! What are you doing! Why are you standing there!?"

A group of people suddenly woke up and started to get busy, peeking at it from time to time.

"My God, how did you keep this skin!? I don't even know how to do it! I'm afraid that I'll ruin this little face if I put makeup on!" The girl who put on makeup held Bai Lianhua's face with distress , I carefully applied the protective cream several times before starting to make up.

"" Bai Lianhua was still at a loss.

At the same time, in order to hurry up, Qiu Ziqiu sat next to Bai Lianhua with the script and told him the lines of the plot and the position after taking the stage in the most easy-to-understand language, and finally added a summary:

"Of course, your biggest task is to maintain facial paralysis, and other mistakes are not a big deal! Don't let the character collapse!"

"Oh." Bai Lianhua replied half understanding.

"Goddess! I've decided! From now on, you will be my goddess!" The woman in the yellow shirt looked at Bai Lianhua who had put on makeup, her face flushed with excitement, and she grabbed Bai Lianhua's hands tightly, "Goddess, what is your cosplayer's name?" In other words, the two-dimensional circle will not easily ask each other's real name.

"No."

"That's right, Xiaobai, this is your first time wearing this type of clothes!" Qiu Ziqiu nodded, "So do you want to come back later? Give yourself a name!"

"It's not the first time that we have similar costumes for sacrifices at home." Bai Lianhua replied, "As for the name, can I just call it Xiaobai?"

"Are you serious?" Qiu Ziqiu rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure?" Bai Lianhua didn't know why she reacted this way, and thought there was something wrong, so she asked again.

"Okay." Qiu Ziqiu said that as long as you are satisfied.

"Why do I think the goddess is so beautiful even if she is called Xiaobai!?" The woman in the yellow shirt sighed while holding her heart.

"Because this guy is so handsome! By the way, have you forgotten that he is actually a man?" Qiu Ziqiu said helplessly, "Are you ready? It's time!"

Bai Lianhua carried her snow-white skirt, stepped on white embroidered shoes, and walked onto the stage gracefully and gracefully from behind the scenes with a ladylike appearance, her delicate face was indifferent.

"General." A clear and clean female voice sounded.

The young man in military uniform stood blankly at the other end of the stage, which happened to correspond to the surprise turn of the general in the play.Isn't Xiaobai a man? !Where did this female voice come from! ?

"Let's go." The woman's face was cold, and there was an air of otherworldly fireworks all over her body, but the moment she looked at the general's figure, there seemed to be waves in her black eyes.

"...Is there anything else to say?" The general who came back to his senses asked in a low voice with a gloomy expression as written in the script.

"..." The woman looked at him and shook her head slightly, then lowered her eyelids, her plain hands tightly clenched the handkerchief, she turned and walked away without saying a word, General Tuliu looked at her back in vain.

As soon as Bai Lianhua returned to the stage, she was frightened by the glowing eyes of a group of people: "What's wrong?" Did you screw it up?

"Xiaobai, did you fake your voice just now?!" Qiu Ziqiu asked in surprise.

"... Is it hard to hear?" Bai Lianhua pursed her lips and asked hesitantly.

"Beautiful, goddess!"

"Xiaobai, hurry up and register a Weibo! I want to give you a thumbs up!"

"Do you want a photo? Do you want a video? I'll send it to you!"

"Join our club!"

Bai Lianhua blushed a little from their sudden warm treatment, said "um" in a low voice, and was hugged warmly by the people with sharp ears.

Qiu Ziqiu also wanted to hug him, but looking at the text message on the phone, he couldn't help but grimaced: "Xiao Bai, your brother sent me a text message!"

[You are limited to take Xiao Hua home within half an hour. 〕

"Then, let's go first! Bye!" Bai Lianhua quickly changed back to her clothes, said hello to her new friends, and was dragged away by Qiu Ziqiu.

Bai Yue sat on the white leather sofa expressionlessly, quietly watching the confused expression of Bai Lianhua opposite.

"Do you know what you did wrong today?"

"..." Bai Lianhua looked at his elder brother and shook his head.

"Really don't know?"

"...Didn't stay obediently in the martial arts school?" Bai Lianhua guessed.

"Other than that?" Bai Yue continued to ask calmly.

"..." Bai Lianhua thought for a while and shook her head.

Bai Yue's paralyzed face did not show any emotional signals, but his eyes were full of helplessness: "You are now an adult, you have the right to personal freedom, and you can go to any non-illegal benign place you want. place, but you’d better make sure you can keep yourself safe and don’t let those who care about you worry.” In his view, his child who has just come out of the shadow of life is as innocent as a piece of paper. They all look hideous.

The simple boy with explosive force values ​​kept nodding sincerely with an expression of "I understand".

Bai Yue, who had no idea that his strength was different from ordinary people, held his forehead weakly, and said to himself, "What the hell do you understand?", secretly wondering if he should get some bodyguards for his stupid and cute brother.

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