Bai Xuan said evilly: "I never thought about it, I have already eaten it." ”

"You're looking for a fight, aren't you?" Wen Ting's milk waved her little fist fiercely.

Bai Xuan kept hinting at Wen Ting, and Wen Ting, under Bai Xuan's hint, turned around and found that Bai Xue was looking at the two of them shyly.

Wen Ting glared at Bai Xuan angrily, and her cheeks flushed in the darkness were very pleasant.

Then there is the long-awaited face-to-face play, which begins with a man wearing a large mask with a smile on his mask, like a child's smiling face.

The masked man jumped out with a white whisk in his hand and a red robe.

At the moment when the masked man appeared, the drummer and the bowl player struck the drum and bowl in their hands at the same time, and the sound of the drum and bowl came and went with the masked man's shaking.

After the masked man turned around, a man placed a bowl on the ground at the lower end of the statue in front of the temple god, followed by the so-called washing of the face.

The face-saving man put the whisk behind his waist, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled it around his arm.

Then he prostrate on the ground and bow three times, then stretch out his hands in the bowl, gently brush the water in the bowl on his face, get up and bow his waist and push back rapidly, and the bowl and drum sound also sound rapidly.

The sound of drums and bowls followed the movements of the masked man, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a jade bead striking a compass.

After washing his face, the masked man picked a place to sit down.

Then, a masked woman with pink cheeks walked out, holding two fans, one pink and one green, and twisted and swayed.

The masked man sat quietly on the ground, shaking his head and the whisk in his hand, as if admiring the moving pleasure.

After twisting in a circle, the masked woman begins to tease the masked man, and the climax of the mask play officially begins.

The masked woman kept twisting and slapping the fan in her hand, which was like a flying butterfly, vibrating its wings, and it was extremely beautiful.

After the masked woman looked at the masked man sitting on the ground, the masked man seemed to see the right time to pounce, and the masked woman squirmed dexterously to dodge.

This was followed by the shouts and whistles of the crowd.

The masked man threw himself into the air, rolled on the ground, and then turned over and sat up, sitting cross-legged, staring firmly at the masked woman not far in front of him, waving the whisk in his hand.

The masked woman seemed to be shy, half fanned her face, and writhed again in the midst of the whistling of the crowd.

Then he flirted with the masked man again.

At this moment, Wen Ting was already happy to close her mouth.

As for the others, of course, they are happy, but there is only one person, and in this joy hides a sorrow that no one knows.

Wen Ting watched the performance of the mask intently, and saw that the masked man hadn't caught the masked woman several times, Wen Ting asked curiously, "Why can't you catch it every time?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, suddenly a drum and bowl sounded rapidly, and the masked man stuck a whisk in his back and neck, and then a carp straightened up, got up steadily, walked around, and then rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands, like a falcon, always ready to catch prey.

The masked woman quickly fanned the folding fan in her hand, and her feet were disordered and continued to take small steps, avoiding the masked man's hunt.

Hearing this hurried drumming sound, Wen Ting looked at the performance intently, and what she had just asked had already been left behind.

And at this moment, everyone is enjoying the shocking sense of the scene brought by the face play.

The same is true for Wen Ting and others.

Revelation Words:

I like the autumn leaves, the warm sun in winter, but I can't keep the blazing feelings of spring and summer.

- Mr. Ghost Mu Mu.