The life I yearn for, the big shot in women’s clothing
1 Found a fairy

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When they arrived at the entrance of Xu Village, the van slowly stopped.

The car door opened, and two young and beautiful ladies walked out of the car with their suitcases.

"The sun is so poisonous!"

The young lady in a white dress used her hands to block the sun and looked up at the sky.

Her name was Zhao Ying 'er, and she was currently a popular celebrity.

The other young lady was taller. She wore sunglasses and hot pants, and her beautiful legs were slender.

Her name was Dilareba, and she debuted as a child star.

"This place is very close to Oriole Mountain. I really want to go to Huaqing Pool and see what the bathing place of Yang Guifei looks like.”

Zhao Ying 'er put down her hand and daydreamed.

"I want to go too."

"However, I won't go into the water. I'll just stand by the pool and take pictures of you flirting.”

"If I post it on my Weibo, Xi will definitely attract a lot of fans.”

Dilly laughed and joked.

"You dare?"

Zhao Ying 'er was so angry that she pouted." Be careful, or I'll secretly take a lot of unsightly photos of you and post them on my Weibo."”

The two of them started to tease each other.

This scene was captured by the camera behind him and sent to Mango TV.

After editing the image quality, he uploaded it to Yearning Life's live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room immediately exploded with bullet comments.

"I support you, Fatty Di. Take a photo of Baby Ying bathing and post it on Weibo.”

"Help! Call the ambulance! I'm having a nosebleed!”

"Ying Bao is so beautiful. She enters the water like a swan and comes out like a hibiscus.”

"I want Ying Bao's and Fatty Di's. My Qilin arm is already at the dacheng stage, I need their photos to break through and ascend.”

"Baby Ying, Fatty Di, do you need some sunblock? I have a master-level experience in applying sunblock.”

……

Just a few words had heated up the atmosphere.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room quickly rose from more than three million to more than five million.

Director Wang Zhengyu gave them a thumbs up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of a gong was heard.

Not far away, it was a little messy.

With the loud gong, many people appeared on the empty street and rushed in a direction.

There were very few young people, but there were more elderly and children.

"Big sister, where are you going?”

Zhao Ying 'er was very curious and asked a middle-aged woman.

"The show has started. Let's go watch the show!"

The middle-aged woman looked at the crowd curiously and left in a hurry.

Watching a show?

What show?

"It seems to be very lively. Let's go and take a look.”

Dilareba was in high spirits. Pulling her suitcase and Zhao Ying 'er, she followed the crowd.

A family was having a joyous occasion.

They were auditioning.

At the same time as the audition, he was also calling out to the people in the village who hadn't come. The show was about to start.

There were probably thousands of people below the stage.

Xu Village was relatively small, so there weren't that many people.

However, the people from the nearby villages came to listen to the opera as if they were going to a market.

It was rare to see a big opera troupe from Xi'an!

The weather was very hot, but it was relatively cool here.

Not only were there big trees blocking the scorching sun, but the host had also brought out several high-powered fans to send cool air to the audience.

Seeing the middle-aged woman who had asked the question just now, Zhao Ying 'er went over and asked.

She did not know much about rural marriages, so she was more curious.

Dilareba was the same.

"What marriage? Who's going to sing opera when they get married now? It's the 100th birthday of our village's old man!”

"A hundred years old, this is a joyous occasion!”

"Therefore, the children and grandchildren respected the elderly and invited a famous Xi'an opera troupe to perform for three days.”

The middle-aged woman explained.

Director Wang Zhengyu was a little disinterested when he heard that it was just the birthday of an old man celebrating his hundredth birthday.

If he discovered that there was a lowered aim, he would immediately instruct Zhao Ying 'er and Dilareba to head to the mushroom house.

Most of the bullet comments were wishing the elderly well, hoping that they could live to a hundred years old.

After a wave of blessings, another wave of surprised comments appeared.

"What did I just see? Fairy? She's definitely a fairy!"

"I saw it too!"

"Damned cameraman, why is the camera turning so fast? Couldn't he have taken a clearer picture of the fairy's appearance?”

"Hey, hey, hey, what fairy?"

"Let me tell you sadly, it's not just a little bit more beautiful, it's a lot more beautiful!”

"Wang Zuxian, Qiu Shuzhen, Zhao Yazhi, do you know them? She was even more beautiful than when they were young!”

"Bragging! If she was really that beautiful, she must be a vixen!”

"Is it true?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Photographer, quickly look around and find that young lady!”

"Yes, find it!"

"I don't believe it. She's prettier than my Baby Ying and Fatty Di?”

"If…if she's really prettier than Baby Ying and Fatty Di, I'll…I'll livestream it!”

"F * ck? Are you not going to cultivate your Qilin Arm?

……

The bullet comments flew up, and the discussions were in full swing.

Following that, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased rapidly, exceeding eight million in a short period of time.

Almost all of them were shouting for the crew and cameramen to find the so-called fairy.

Wang Zhengyu put down his phone and looked around.

He called out to the people beside him and asked them to help him look for it.

"Director…Director, is…is it her?”

One of the crew members had discovered something and reported to Wang Zhengyu in a stutter.

He didn't know if he was shocked or frightened.

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