The BLU team was mainly at loggerheads over ideas, but once the theme was decided, the specifics were quickly set, and after about ten minutes, the show officially began.

Originally, the Tibetans were enthusiastically persuading the red team to drink, but when Jian Han appeared on the stage, the audience was silent.

Looking at the sweet girl smiling in front of the bonfire, she was wearing a white shirt inside, covered with a sky blue Tibetan robe, with a colorful gang around her waist, and even her hair was braided into many small braids, decorated with colorful beads, dressed like a Tibetan woman, but with whiter skin and more beautiful looks.

Many Tibetan men breathed heavily, and a few bold ones whistled directly.

Fang Qinghan's hand holding the wine glass froze in the air, squinted his eyes, looked at the girl in front of the bonfire, his throat moved, he tilted his neck, and drained the wine in the wine glass.

Soon, Pan Yuelong, who was also wearing a blue Tibetan robe, trotted to Jian Han's side, he grinned, showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and sent a bouquet of flowers in his hand to Jian Han.

Jian Han raised his eyes, glanced at him quickly, snatched the flower neatly, lowered his head, and buried his face directly in the flower.

Pan Yuelong's hands danced happily, touched the back of his head, and smirked.

Anyone can see that this is a little couple who have a heart to heart with each other, and for a while, the drum noise on the field reached the extreme.

After a while, Pan Yuelong pointed outward, meaning that he still had work to do, and reluctantly left his beloved girl, he turned back three times in one step, and the girl dragged his feet, sending and sending.

Finally, Pan Yuelong's vigorous figure was completely hidden in the darkness, and the girl returned to the bonfire with flowers in her hand and a shy face.

Soon, another actor appeared on the stage, Yue Pengcheng was wearing an orange Tibetan robe, also holding a bouquet of flowers, and enthusiastically arrived in front of the girl.

He looked at the girl with gentle eyes, and offered the flowers in his hand, but the girl refused to ask for it, her right hand stood up, directly in front of the flowers, and then she was in a hurry to refuse, and she simply turned around and turned her back to Yue Pengcheng.

Yue Pengcheng looked at the flowers in her hand from the side, as if he understood something, and looked down at the flowers in his hand, sad.

Not far away, where the bonfire will shine, Lu Yao raised the flowers in his hand, glanced at it, fell to the ground with an iron face, stepped on it fiercely, and crushed his feet.

The Tibetans seemed to understand something, and the field was silent, and even the chopsticks in their hands were unconsciously put down, watching the performance of the blue team on the field intently.

Director Sun wiped a cold sweat, damn it, he was really right by Huo Yun's bastard, it was really a sensitive subject, and even the Tibetans who didn't understand the language were moved!

He was so worried that he would die, if he annoyed these hundreds of Tibetan strong men, how could he run away with the few people in their film crew!

Jian Han took the opportunity to turn his back to the audience, quickly untied the belt around his waist, revealing the pink Tibetan robe inside, turned around, spread the robe in his hand on the ground, and knelt down.

In front of the bonfire, the slender figure, dressed in a pink Tibetan robe, bowed his head slightly, with a touching smile on his lips, as delicate as a bride.

Soon, Pan Yuelong appeared again, he carried a pair of shoes in his hand, put them in front of the girl, touched the back of his head as usual, smirked twice, and then walked to the side.

Yue Pengcheng also carried a pair of shoes and put them in front of the girl, he glanced at the girl affectionately, but he didn't get any response, and couldn't help but show a disappointed look.

Lu Yao seemed to have given up, with a straight face, and after putting down his shoes, he turned his head and left without saying a word.

After the three left, the girl waited for a while, lowered her head, picked up Pan Yuelong's shoes without any movement, and quietly hugged them in her arms.

Pan Yuelong walked up laughing, knelt next to the girl, and looked at her with a smile, the girl hugged the shoes in her arms tightly, and her head hung lower.

Then, the action of sending shoes was repeated three rounds in a row, each time, the girl chose Pan Yuelong's boots without exception, and the two became sweeter and sweeter, and the girl's smile gradually brightened, no longer as shy as at the beginning.

Yue Pengcheng's face was pale, and Lu Yao's face was getting deeper and deeper.

Finally, the girl waited and waited, but never waited for the person who gave the boots, just when she began to be anxious, a tall man appeared in front of her, a Y shadow shrouded her, it was a man who was more beautiful than a woman, but because of the tense face, the eyes were sharp into the knife and people subconsciously ignored his face, but were intimidated by his momentum.

Huo Yun grabbed Jian Han's wrist almost roughly, picked her up, pulled her, and walked out without saying a word, he walked very quickly, his steps were so big, the girl had to trot to keep up with him.

When he arrived at the Y shadow, he soon dragged the girl back with him, and at the same time, he was followed by three embarrassed men covered with mud.

Huo Yun stood in front of several people, his eyes first swept coldly on the faces of the three men, and several of them lowered their heads in unison, he glanced at Jian Han again, his eyes were cold, his face was calm, he took off the boots in his hand neatly, threw them in front of the sky blue Tibetan robe on the ground, put his hands around his shoulders, and stood aside without saying a word.

Pan Yuelong and the others hung their heads, took off their boots one by one, and silently lined up with Huo Yun's boots.

Jian Han lowered his head, and after being silent for a long time, he stretched out his thin and white hand and pointed at Huo Yun's boots tremblingly.

When her fingers were withdrawn, tears fell in strings like beads of broken thread.

Director Sun has completely forgotten what caused the dissatisfaction of the Tibetans, and was completely attracted by their performance, when the girl sitting in front of the bonfire shed tears, his heart also plucked - he knew the Tibetan custom of having a common wife, but he didn't expect to be so sadistic to be performed by them.

Then, Huo Yun was covered in cold air and sat next to Jian Han like a marble statue, the girl was still crying, but he didn't move.

Later, the scene of the men giving away the boots was repeated again, but this time, the men were left behind in turn.

The girl's expression is also changing little by little, from the initial crying, to sluggishness, to weak obedience, and finally to a shallow smile, the kind of gentle smile that is prosperous and well, and has nothing to ask for in her life.

In the silence, an excited voice shouted, mixed with a little crying, Director Sun looked at the translator next to him suspiciously, the translator took off his glasses and wiped them, blinked vigorously, tried to keep his composure, and explained: "She's saying, great, great!" ”