my brother is not cute at all

"It's almost there, look up and see if it's symmetrical?"

In the large and bright theater, all the actors preparing for the preparations gathered in the front rows of the theater, and the costumes, props and cosmetics were everywhere. Voices and voices of discussion mixed together, forming a bustling scene.

Senior Xiaolu helped Yang Yue put on her eye makeup, handed him a mirror, and motioned him to look up: "Stop playing with your phone, who are you chatting with? So serious."

Yang Yue turned off the screen, raised her head and glanced at her glasses, and said perfunctorily, "Well, it's pretty good."

Fawn opened the lip gloss tray: "Don't move, I'll put some lipstick on for you."

Yang Yue didn't like the sticky feeling, so she stopped her: "No need, I won't paint."

Xiaolu wanted to blame you for being such a rebellious kid, but someone next to him rushed over to urge the scene.

"Sister Legs, are you ready? There are two actors here whose makeup is a little light, please help them make it up."

Yang Yue glanced at the time on the phone, stepped aside, and the cold-faced Xiaoyan Wang's nickname was well-deserved: "Hurry up and let them come over, it's about to start soon, and you're still grinding."

The elementary school girl nodded in panic: "Okay, okay, I'll let them hurry up."

Yang Yue tucked her mobile phone into the middle of her belt, flicked her clothes, propped herself up on the theater chairs, flipped to another row deftly, walked through the narrow gap, and walked quickly to the aisle of stairs to remind her.

"Actors who have put on makeup take good things to the backstage, and everyone walks the stage again before the start."

"All the props here are taken away. Don't keep anything in the auditorium of the theater. Take everything backstage."

"Check the costume props one last time - don't eat over there! Take all your snack bags away, and don't let me see the garbage on the ground! Where did I just say?"

"Yes, check the costumes and props one last time. If there are any problems, quickly send the field manager to the academy to pick them up. You can also ask your roommate to deliver them. If there are no problems, go to the backstage to prepare now, and start moving when you are done."

Although a childish baby face looks without prestige, Yang Yue's stern and calm aura can still bluff people. As soon as the voice fell, all the actors began to busy with their hands and feet. After a while, the audience in the theater The seats were cleaned up.

Backstage, Yang Yue stood in the side screen and reviewed all the actors walking on the stage. After making sure that the location, lighting, music, props, and the direction of going on and off the stage of each show were perfect, all the actors changed their clothes and waited quietly.

The phone vibrated, it was the news that Hou Zeqi had just chatted with him halfway.

Hou Zeqi: Shimei and I have arrived at the gate of your school, what else do I need to bring?

Yang Yue replied to him: Two bottles of mineral water, thank you.

The other side gave him an OK gesture back, and it was quiet.

Audiences have already entered the theater one after another. When Hou Zeqi found the backstage door according to the location sent to him by Yang Yue, it was less than 15 minutes before the official opening.

Jiang Haibo came out from the aisle, and happened to see Yang Yue standing at the back door pressing his cell phone, and posted it with swaying steps.

"Hey! Naiyue! Why are you standing here? Door god?"

He was wearing a v-neck rhinestone low-cut top, sprayed almost a catty of hairspray on his back and hair, exuding a strong perfume smell from a long distance, and he came up like a moth with a wafting fragrance.

Yang Yue was most annoyed by this man wearing Latin shoes dangling in front of him, usually the two of them habitually fake their heights, although there is a little difference in height when they walk together, it's not that big of a difference anyway.But at this moment, he stepped on a pair of cat's claw shoes that exposed his height, and stood in front of Jiang Haibo's own heel bonus, and felt a sense of oppression instantly.

As soon as the phone screen lit up, Yang Yue pressed a gesture in front of Jiang Haibo to shut him up, and connected the phone.

Hou Zeqi's subwoofer came out from the iron door in front of him and from the earpiece like the left and right channels at the same time: "We are at the back door, why didn't we see you?"

Yang Yue hung up the phone without saying a word, and opened the iron door with a slam.

Hou Zeqi turned his head while holding his mobile phone, and his eyes met his.

Yang Yueyi wore a plain white dance dress, her shoulders were as narrow as a shave, her waist was as thin as a girdle, and the back of her head was tied into a half bun like when she first saw him. Forged sharp dagger.

Before Hou Zeqi could see enough, Jiang Haibo poked his head out to join in the fun. The rhinestones on his chest were pasted into a deep V along the neckline, like a shining light ball turned into a spirit, exuding a blinding light .

"Yeah, the handsome guy is here? Let's see if I look pretty today?"

Hou Zeqi smiled faintly, walked up the steps and raised his hand to pluck the little hair on the back of Yang Yue's head: "Well, it's quite beautiful."

Yang Yue raised her hand to pull him away, and gave him a cold look: "You will die if you don't owe money for a day?"

Hou Zeqi laughed, and handed over the things in his hands: "The mineral water you want, add a cup of milk tea that the proprietress gave you."

The plain white milk tea paper cup is printed with the words "Shiquan Cat Coffee" in lowercase letters, which is concise and has a sweet taste of RMB.But in fact, Yang Yue also understands that this cup of milk tea, which is priced at three figures, does indeed exude the bright smell of RMB.

He took the milk tea, thanked the short-haired girl in a loose jacket, and brought the two of them in.

Jiang Haibo immediately leaned over: "What? Just a cup of milk tea? Without mine? Oh my god, my heart is broken!"

He pretentiously covered the thin muscles in his chest, wishing he could act like he was vomiting a liter of blood.

Yang Yue poked a bottle of mineral water on his chest, and said coldly, "You put on lipstick, you should drink water."

Hou Zeqi glanced at him with his pocket in his pocket, nodded: "These pants look fleshy, you'd better drink water."

"Damn, come again?" Jiang Haibo was bullied by the two together, and he said to Hou Zeqi unconvinced: "Let me tell you, when you see me on stage later, you will know my peach butt It will be twisted. This is called me in the audience, you love to answer, but you can't stand up to me on the stage."

"You're the only one who talks a lot of nonsense," Yang Yue raised her leg and pressed her knee on his buttocks.

Hou Zeqi and Shimei didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Jiang Haibo was used to being beaten, so he didn't care about this little shrew, he took out his mobile phone and said, "Hey, you are all here, come and collect a post with me."

Hou Zeqi: "Stamp collecting?"

Yang Yue explained helplessly: "I just took a selfie with my friends before the performance. They are commonly known as stamp collecting."

Hou Zeqi has learned a lot.

"That's right, we're here to take a group photo." Jiang Haibo found a satisfactory filter and put it together, then turned his head and smiled at Shimei: "Beautiful sister, come too, can you stand next to me?"

Tenmi was a little surprised: "Me? Do I look like a sister?"

Jiang Haibo could only reveal his age: "I am 24 and you are 18. Although you look younger than me, I still want to call you beautiful sister."

Shimi was amused by him and giggled.

Hou Zeqi was a little surprised: "Are you 24? Brother."

This wave of operations made Jiang Haibo dumbfounded: "...fuck me?"

Several people couldn't hold back anymore, giggling together amidst his stunned expression.

The backstage atmosphere was just right, Jiang Haibo held up his mobile phone and clicked the shutter button, and the four people's appearances that could make their debut in minutes were frozen into the most beautiful moment.

After the photo was taken, a warm reminder to the audience to quickly take their seats sounded in the theater. Jiang Haibo waved his hand to wait for the stage, and Yang Yue also led two people out of the backstage through the safe passage.

"Go through this door and turn left to the theater. I have reserved seats for you. The first row facing the stage is on the left-hand side in the middle. There is a coat of mine on it. You can see it when you go in."

"First row?" Hou Zeqi smiled: "Give us such a good seat? Don't you need to be the leader?"

"You think too much. The first row is not a good position. The leaders all sit in the middle half of the court. I sat next to the lights last time." Yang Yue beat him mercilessly.

Shimei smiled lowly, and when she had enough, she suddenly pointed to something nearby and said, "Hey, is this the bathroom? Wait for me, my colored contact lenses are a bit uncomfortable. I'll go in and get some eye drops."

The two stopped and stood outside the door waiting for her.

Yang Yue suddenly remembered something, took out her mobile phone and asked, "How much is the water? I'll transfer it to you."

"Tsk, what are you going to give, do brothers still have to settle accounts?"

"Who kissed you?"

"It's not impossible if you want to kiss..." Hou Zeqi was halfway through speaking, and suddenly felt that the words were a bit coquettish and easy to cause misunderstanding, so he braked the car in time.

Yang Yue's fingers on the phone stopped abruptly, obviously understanding the meaning that caused people to think about it.

The eyes of the two suddenly met in the dark background, and neither of them noticed that the other's ears were a little red.

After a long time, Yang Yue choked out a sentence without confidence: "...Do you want to fight?"

"..." Hou Ze couldn't argue, but fortunately Shimei came out at this time, and he quickly changed the subject: "Hey, Shimei is here, we two go in first, you come on."

After finishing speaking, he held Shimei's neck like a good brother, and led the people away as if fleeing.

Leaving Yang Yue cursing on the spot, the words "It's not impossible if you want to kiss" echoed in his mind for a long time, making his cheeks feel hot for no reason.

Shimei's neck was so painful that she was dragged and dragged by Hou Zeqi all the way on the seat she already occupied.

After she sat down, she finally rubbed the sore skin on her neck and complained: "I said, why are you so indifferent? Even if I go over the wall with you every day in high school to go to Internet cafes, but I am a girl anyway, can you take pity on me? a little?"

The theater was noisy, Hou Zeqi's thoughts were in a mess, and he didn't hear what she was saying at all.

"If I'm not mistaken, the guy in the Latin dance costume just now is also the same as you? He's also gay. Look at how he treats girls."

Hou Zeqi's inadvertent yelling made him uneasy.

His mind is full of Yang Yue's beautiful little m lips, when he blows food, he will puff up into a round cherry, when eating crepes, he will be stained with condensed milk powder, and when he licks/cream, his tongue is small and pink , I also like to put my fingertips in my mouth and chew my nails habitually.

There is a tiny hook on the end of his lips. When he is not smiling, he is innocent and ruthless, but when he is smiling, it makes people feel itchy. This kind of lips has a nice name called "The Bow of Love". Others may make people feel sick and get goosebumps every minute, but on him, there is no sense of disobedience, and on the contrary, there is a bit of poetic flavor that seems to be absent.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Shimei babbled for a long time filled with righteous indignation, but found that the people around her didn't respond at all, so she patted him curiously: "Hey, hey?"

Hou Zeqi was stabbed by her, returned to his soul, and choked when he opened his mouth: "Why are you talking so much now? It's like Bajie, a humanoid BB machine."

"..."

Shimei was furious, but she still gritted her teeth and asked him, "What are you looking for? Which handsome guy have you taken a fancy to?"

Hou Zeqi smiled perfunctorily: "How can I be distracted when I see a handsome guy? Why don't I just look in the mirror when I want to be distracted?"

"Tch, stinking beauty," Shimei was speechless for a while, "Your kung fu for flirting is still the same as before."

Hou Zeqiquan took it as a compliment, and scenes of Yang Yue still appeared in his mind. After thinking for a while, he asked Shimei suddenly.

"Ten beauty?"

"Ok?"

"Do you think... my brother is good-looking?"

Shimei was caught off guard by being killed, and alarm bells rang in her heart: "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I'll just ask," Hou Zeqi said lazily.

At this time, the sound of the theater rang a huge bell, followed by the countdown of the golden Arabic numerals on the sky on both sides of the stage.

"It's started, let's watch the show first," Hou Zeqi didn't dwell on this issue.

Shimei nodded in response: "Oh."

The bell rang a total of six times, until the number on the sky screen changed to 0, and the lights of the audience dimmed immediately, causing an uproar in the audience.

The surrounding fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, Hou Zeqi's deep and magnetic voice came from the darkness.

"I think he's quite attractive."