Now that time is pressing, after another set of performances, it will be their turn, and Xiao Zhe still doesn't know anything. "Perform this." Qiao Huan smiled, put the props away, and took out a match to light it.

"Huh? Is it a show that starts a fire out of nothing? Xiao Zhe looked at it and guessed.

Qiao Huan looked confident and said, "That's right." ”

"Did you buy it from Cold Fire?" Xiao Zhe asked as he flipped through the props.

Fire is generally made by cold fire, which is a flame that does not produce too high a temperature and can be grasped by hand.

"No, just leave the main performance to me, you go and review the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl"." Qiao Fan said.

"What?" Xiao Zhe plucked out his ears, thinking that he had misheard, "Are you sure?" ”

Qiao Huan smiled and handed him a pack of things and pushed him out: "Remember to change this on." ”

Xiao Zhe glanced at her meaningfully and did so.

Ten minutes later......

"The little match girl, everyone has heard of this fairy tale, right?

What kind of sparks will magic and fairy tales collide with?

Let's have the next group of contestants put on a great show!

Performers: Qiao Fan, Xiao Zhe! The host was passionate on the stage.

The audience suddenly went dark, all the lights were turned off, and there was a commotion in the audience.

A light fell on the stage and shone on a thin, ragged girl, and the wind was blowing.

That girl is Qiao Fan.

Qiao Fan slowly raised his head, tears flashed in his eyes, and the stage slowly lit up.

At this time, snowflakes suddenly floated in the air, and the snowflakes flew, and after a while, the scope expanded to the whole audience.

The audience reached out to grab the snowflakes one by one, and on the referee's bench, Guo Weihua reached out and grabbed a few snowflakes, took a look in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Paper?" Interesting. ”

The performance continued, and I saw Qiao Fan crying pitifully in the snow wind: "Sell matches, does anyone need matches?" "Zero-One Reading Network

At this time, Xiao Zhe, who played the role of a passerby, came out, inquired, and left.

That's right, here his mission is complete.

I saw Qiao Fan take out a match from the matchbox, blow lightly with his mouth, and ignite a small cluster of flames.

The camera turns to Qiao Huan, and when the focus zooms in, people see that the flame has changed into the shape of a roast duck.

Everyone was amazed!

After the match was extinguished, Qiao Huan took out a match and blew it gently, and the flame swayed.

This time the flame was the face of an old woman.

Xiao Zhe in the audience watched her perform and couldn't think of any flaws.

After the match burned out, Qiao Huan stood up.

She used her hands to remove the snowflakes in the air, and the snow became heavier and heavier.

In a few moments, a small pile of snow had accumulated on her hands.

She clasped her hands together and shook them gently, and the snow melted and trickled down between her fingers.

When she opened her hand again, there was nothing in it.

Guo Weihua was shocked, stood up from his position, and looked nervously.

This is obviously snow made of paper, why ......

Qiao Fan seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head to look at him, smiled, and continued the next performance.

She took more matches out of the matchbox and lit them one by one, turning into an object each time the flame was lit.

Skirts, books, roast chicken, cakes......

Finally, she took all the matches apart, held them in handfuls, and threw them into the air.

Whew――