The happy daily life of routine sea king

"Don't move, it took so long to tie it." Xi Yi stopped him from messing up his clothes, and then raised his hand to smooth his beard on his forehead, "There's no need to be so nervous."

Accompanied by a sound as soft as cotton candy, a faint fragrance emanated from Xiyi's body. I don't know if it was the perfume Qian Xiaoqiao sprayed on.

Ling Yugui's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his breathing rate miraculously returned to normal.

"Are you all right?"

Ling Yugui let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you, it's much better."

"I'm really nervous, it's okay to let you hold it for a while."

Ling Yugui didn't know what to do, so he looked over. Following Xi Yi's gaze, he finally noticed the two people's clasped right hands.

"..."

When did it become like this? !

Ling Yugui gave Xi Yi a ghostly look, and was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly remembered that the person wearing women's clothing today was Xi Yi.

Wouldn't it be me who took advantage?

It's a pity that I didn't bring my mobile phone with me, otherwise I would have to take a picture of this scene and put it on my account as an event tidbit to avenge the leak of the tidbit that failed to be handsome last time.

Ling Yugui was immersed in delusions, and smiled foolishly for a long time, but forgot about the stage fright, and didn't take his hand back.

Until 5 minutes before going on the court, the two kept holding hands, looking very harmonious.

This scene falls in the eyes of some people, but it is extremely dazzling.

Wen Jiahan stared at Ling Yugui's back, and crumpled the napkin into a ball with resentment.

He found a corner and called: "What's going on, didn't you say they couldn't make it out?!"

"How do I know they still have a spare, at worst I will refund your money."

"Money back? What's the use of my money!"

Wen Jiahan lowered his voice and said angrily, then hung up the phone angrily.

He found out too late, and he had no chance to stop the display of "Xiangyingxiu".

The dejected Wen Jiahan didn't notice that a camera was quietly pointed at him not far away.

Under the stage, Jiang Yingrong, who had been waiting for a long time, stomped excitedly: "It's here!"

It can be regarded as Xiyi's turn to appear on the stage, besides wanting to see him in the catwalk, Jiang Yingrong also has a little thought.

Maybe we can see the true face of the little brother?

Following the melodious Guzheng music, two figures came up from both sides of the runway.

Seeing the familiar mask, Jiang Yingrong had no time to be disappointed, and was captured by Xi Yi's aura like a god descending.

The long legs took a neat and yet ancient style of pace, which made the last model who hadn't left the show dim.

As expected of the person she was looking for, Jiang Yingrong said that the experience of seeing a real person for the first time was already worth the money.

The little brother without the internet celebrity filter is a hundred times more handsome than in the video.

She stared at the runway without blinking, for fear of missing any details.

I have to say that this dress is also very good-looking, but it is a little simple and does not show the full beauty of the little brother.

Jiang Yingrong was in a nympho, Shanshan poked her on the shoulder: "Didn't you say that the models are two younger brothers, how come one male and one female?"

"No, how can there be a girl?"

"Isn't the one in the black dress a female model?"

"The black clothes are the little brother I like so much, how could I think he is a woman, besides, such a tall female model is too exaggerated!"

"Huh? But he's wearing women's clothes..."

"What girl..." Jiang Yingrong waved her hands in disgust, then turned her head a few seconds later, "Wait a minute, you said this is women's clothing?"

"Yeah, no matter how you look at it, it's all in women's clothing..."

Before Shanshan finished speaking, Jiang Yingrong's mouth grew exaggeratedly, as if screaming silently, she swallowed the rest of the words with interest.

No way, no way, she was able to see Xiyi's benefits for women's clothing!

If it wasn't for the occasion, she would have jumped up to cheer for her little brother.

Thanks to her best friend, Jiang Yingrong held Shanshan's hand tightly: "Thank you, thank you!"

As she spoke, she turned her eyes back to the stage almost with tears in her eyes.

I didn't notice it just now, but I'll take a closer look now, Xiyi's lipstick shade is indeed much darker than Ling Yugui's, and she's obviously dressed like a woman.

After passing by the models from the previous scene, the two began to converge towards the center of the stage.

Ling Yugui put one hand behind his back, and gently waved the gold-edged folding fan with the other.

A few strands of hair on his forehead were blown by the breeze, making his face small and three-dimensional.

Under the makeup, the eyebrows and eyes are specially emphasized to be heroic and energetic. At this time, with the smile naturally narrowed slightly, the whole person is leisurely and content.

Paired with a dark green embroidered cloak that almost drags the floor, and a long-sleeved shirt with a golden dragon pattern inside, coupled with his own cynical temperament, he has a sense of sight of a rich man in ancient times going out to visit mountains and rivers with nothing to do.

And Xi Ke, who was dressed in a much more low-key manner than him, deliberately took a step slower, and followed him behind him at a leisurely pace.

With black hair, black clothes and black face, there is no unnecessary display action, as if blending into the background.

But his proud height and elegant figure like a black panther still show a strong sense of presence.

The man with glasses sitting next to Jiang Yingrong couldn't wait to start shooting with the camera, and said while shooting:

"You have a good vision. The brand 'Xiangyingxiu' has great potential. These two Internet celebrities are also good. At least their looks and body are qualified."

The short-haired girl curled her lips: "What's the use of being good-looking, this expressiveness is too poor, just shake the fan and walk a few steps and it's over?"

"After all, I'm not a professional, so what are you doing with such high demands? Besides, she can crush all the models on the field just by her face."

"Hehe, why do I think you're the one who praises them too much? One relies on hairdos, and the other doesn't dare to show their faces. Are you sure?"

The man with glasses looked at the photos he had taken, and retorted solemnly: "You can see from the snapshots, the cheekbones of the exposed face are centered but not flared, the lines of the face are very smooth, and there is no hip in the facial features, which is already better than most models. "

"The entire lower half of his face with the mask is very delicate. I don't think he will be so ugly. With his height and pace, he is no less than a professional model."

"Just blow it..."

Before the short-haired girl finished speaking, she heard a scream beside her who was obviously too excited to control herself, and immediately looked at Jiang Yingrong with disgust:

"Are these people coming to the show or the concert, why..."

This time, more screaming interrupted her.

The short-haired girl was confused, and the man with glasses pointed to the front and motioned her to take a quick look: "Look, look!"

Following the direction of his finger, the short-haired girl looked at the runway again.

I saw a flash of sword light, and the sword in the hands of the black-clothed model stabbed obliquely forward and downward, and then the whole person soared into the air, and the sword body swung across, the meteor-like cold light drew a piercing arc, as if cutting out of thin air Open up two spaces.

He circled in the air, landed lightly, and half-kneeled on the ground, facing the audience sideways.

Under the light of the flashlight, the red pattern on the pitch-black mask seemed to be flowing, the slightly raised jaw did not have a trace of extra lines, and the gorgeous thin lips were tightly pressed, exuding a ruthless air of killing.

On the other side, the sleeves of the green-clothed model fluttered lightly, and with a throw of one hand, the half-opened and half-closed folding fan flew towards the black-clothed model in a circle, and it was about to be thrown on him.

It was too late, then it was fast, the tip of the sword was lifted up, and it passed through the handle of the fan accurately and accurately. The model in black shook his hand, and the fan spun with the blade as a dot, gradually slowing down.

He put the sword back into its sheath, took the fan in his hand, and handed it politely and distantly to the man in green who walked forward slowly.

After completing this series of actions, the two of them once again maintained the state of tandem and one behind, and walked back, leaving behind the audience who were not enthusiastic at all like a show.

They stayed in front of the stage for no more than a dozen seconds, but the short-haired girl felt as if she had watched a short play called the son and the heroine.

When she reacted, she realized that she also clapped along with the people around her.

It's so contagious!

The man with glasses winked at her, his expression full of complacency that "my vision is right".

She coughed twice: "Is it all filmed?"

"of course."

"Very good, today's front page photo is here."

Beside them, Shanshan and Jiang Yingrong clasped their hands together, and there seemed to be caution in their eyes.

"A Rong, you really have a good eye, how could such a handsome person act so handsomely, 555, I'm going to cry..."

"I, I, I, I want to brush the dragon and the phoenix for the little brother, and I will do it when I get back! I do it every day!"

"Take me, where are they live streaming?"

Jiang Yingrong was about to make amends when someone patted her on the shoulder lightly.

She turned around, and it turned out to be the short-haired female reporter next to her: "Excuse me for interrupting, do you know when those two models were live broadcasting just now?"

Jiang Yingrong came to her senses and nodded quickly: "I know, I tell you..."

Compared to the audience feasting their eyes, Ling Yugui was not as relaxed as he appeared.

Walking off the stage amidst applause, his heart beat almost like a wild horse.

Nothing dropped, nothing happened, it went unbelievably smooth.

The feeling of being surrounded by flashing lights and applause was not bad, and even at a certain moment, he had the illusion that he was omnipotent.

It's like dancing in a nightclub after drinking alcohol, and it makes people feel a little scared.

He turned his head and was about to share his joy with Xi Yi, but he saw that the other party was patting his chest.

Could it be that he was also nervous, Ling Yugui asked half caring and half jokingly, "Still nervous after stepping off the stage, isn't it your style?"

Xi Yi raised his sword hand and waved it twice, as if responding that he was fine.

But in the next second, he ran towards the trash can in the corner.

Ling Yugui was startled, and hurriedly followed, seeing Xiyi taking off his mask, hunched over and retching, but he didn't spit out anything.

Even through the foundation, one can see his ugly face that lost all color in an instant, and the veins on the back of the hand holding the mask are bulging, as if he is enduring great pain.

Ling Yugui stood beside him helplessly, the first time he saw Xiyi's appearance of losing his composure, he panicked instantly.

Recalling the way his mother used to comfort him when he was sick, Ling Yugui hesitantly raised his hand to help Xiyi with his back.

The other hand lifted the wig that was in the way: "Are you all right, is it better?"

Xi Yi took a few deep breaths, her expression gradually relaxed: "...it's okay."

To be honest, he didn't know why he had such a strange reaction, it seemed to be related to the strong flashing lights on the stage.

When I was doing the movements just now, I felt a little weak. After I forced myself to get off the stage, I immediately felt severe dizziness and vomiting.

But the uncomfortable feeling came and went quickly, and now he has no discomfort at all.

Maybe it was subconsciously too nervous?

Ling Yuhui looked left and right at him, and even tried the temperature of his forehead: "It was too scary just now, are you sure everything is okay, it's better to go and check..."

Listening to the broken thoughts in his ear, Xi Yi's eyes became colder and colder, and a sense of irritability surged in his heart.

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感谢在2021-03-0600:00:00~2021-03-0621:55:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: one full stop;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!