Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 51: Farewell Eve
The next day, as the sky brightened, a large red curtain had already been set up on the old stage at the entrance of Tiziyu Village.

The banner held up by the program team on a bamboo pole swayed in the morning breeze, and the ten words "Taohuawu Cultural and Art Going to the Countryside Gala" were stained with dew and shone brightly.

Jiang Qing, who had just finished his morning run, stood behind the curtain and watched with interest as the program staff busily set up the stage.

Last night, director Ikehara gave everyone a temporary notice in the group, saying that everyone had been recording here for so long and it had disturbed the villagers. Now it was the last day of recording, and he hoped that all the guests could work together with the folk performance groups in the village to hold a cultural and artistic gala and invite all the villagers to watch it together, which could be regarded as a farewell to the recording time over the past twenty days.

Everyone was very active this time. Jiang Qing originally wanted to join Zhou Ye and the others in singing the "most dazzling national style" chorus, but gave up because Chi Yuan sent a series of "please" emoticons in the group.

Ikehara did not hide anything and directly expressed that there is a lot of attention on him online now, and hoped that he could sing a song alone, which received unanimous support from the group.

After all, the show is very popular and they can all benefit from it.

Seeing this, Jiang Qing didn't say anything more. It took the same amount of time for him anyway.

After watching for a while, Jiang Qing jogged back to Room 8.

Just after eight o'clock, Jiang Ting, who was having breakfast, heard some noise and looked up to see Meng Ziyi walking down the stairs.

"Have you gained weight recently? Why does my waistline seem less pronounced?"

"It's all Jiang Qing's fault. The food he cooked was so delicious that it made me fat..."

She lowered her head and looked at her belly from side to side, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Seeing her outfit today, Jiang Qing subconsciously slowed down his swallowing of milk, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Sister Meng today is a little pretty and a little seductive.

At first glance, she was wearing a red tube top, full of youthful vitality.

The tube top style makes her look cute and sexy, the short design just shows off her fair waist, and the dazzling red color makes it impossible to ignore her presence.

The waist-exposed design paired with jeans makes her look like a very energetic girl. Her belly is flat without a trace of fat, showing off her good figure.

High-waisted wide-leg pants visually lengthen the body proportions, making a pair of long legs look particularly visually impactful.

Jiang Qing was a little confused. What on earth was so fat about him?

"Huh? Jiang Qing, are you here?"

"Good morning."

At this time, Meng Ziyi finally noticed Jiang Qing's presence and greeted him with an unnatural expression.

What should I do if Cricket is caught in the act?
Waiting online, it’s urgent!
"Well, good morning."

Jiang Qing nodded slightly and slowly put the hand-pulled pancake into his mouth.

"There's hot milk and poached eggs in the kitchen. You need to make the pancakes yourself. The ingredients are all ready."

After a pause, he raised his chin and gestured towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, I can do it myself."

Meng Ziyi walked up to him and nodded hurriedly.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Jiang Qing didn't hear clearly what she just said.

so far so good!

However, just as she was about to enter the kitchen, Jiang Qingyou's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"You did it yourself, so you can't blame me if you get fat."

Meng Ziyi's butterfly bones suddenly flapped as if to fly, and the whole person seemed to be frozen in place as if under a spell.

The tip of her ear turned blood red at the speed of nuclear fusion, and it only took a moment for it to turn from coral pink to cinnabar red, which was exactly the length of time it took Jiang Qing to put down the mug and it touched the table.

In the corner of her eye, Jiang Qing's figure sitting at the dining table was elongated by the sunlight, and her shadow happened to entangle the shaky bow on her canvas shoes.

"Who said I'd get fat?"

The ending sounded like an oven preheating. She walked a few steps into the kitchen, picked up a piece of hand-pulled pancake, and squeezed the ketchup bottle.

Jiang Qing walked into the kitchen calmly carrying the plate, and the crisp sound when he put it down was mixed with a chuckle.

"Sister Meng must have been good at biology in school, right?"

His eyes swept over her taut waistline, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"He has a very detailed observation of muscle texture."

The moment the frying spatula fell to the ground with a clang, the leaves outside the window suddenly turned over in the morning breeze.

Meng Ziyi stared at the oil stains splattered on the kitchen counter, and suddenly wished there was a five-dimensional space like in "Interstellar" so that he could crumple up his outspoken self three minutes ago into a paper ball and stuff it into a black hole!
At this moment, the door of a room upstairs seemed to be suddenly opened, and the sound of guitar playing was heard.

The chords of "The Most Dazzling National Style" are mixed with Lai Guanlin's rap teaching in Taiwanese accent.

"Brother Han, you are the most beautiful cloud in my sky. I need to have some nasal resonance behind you~"

……

"Ahem, I'll have breakfast quickly and then go practice singing."

Meng Ziyi coughed twice and changed the subject abruptly.

"Ah."

Jiang Qing glanced at her with a playful smile, then turned and left the kitchen.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, the girl would not be able to eat breakfast.

“Huh…I’m going to die!”

"You better watch your mouth from now on!"

Seeing Jiang Qing walk out the door, Meng Ziyi patted his lips lightly and muttered softly.

It’s okay to be embarrassed, but it’s really important to be embarrassed in front of the person you like!

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, Zhou Ye was standing on tiptoe to pick wild flowers from a banner.

When I picked the third light purple February orchid, a gentle male voice suddenly came from behind me.

"It would be better if the left side was two centimeters higher."

Her hand trembled, and petals fell on Jiang Qing's shoulders.

"Yes, sorry!"

Zhou Ye turned around hurriedly and looked down.

Jiang Qing reached out to steady the shaky bamboo ladder and turned his head away.

"It's okay." "Come down and leave it to me."

He reminded her with a smile, moving sideways to give her space.

"Okay."

Zhou Ye did not refuse, and responded crisply, slowly retreating down the bamboo ladder.

"for you."

After she stood firm, she handed over the flowers in her hand.

"Ah."

After taking it, Jiang Qing climbed up the bamboo ladder nimbly and pinned the flowers one by one.

Zhou Ye looked up at him. From this angle, she felt that Jiang Qing's legs seemed longer.

Suddenly, her expression froze.

Zhou Ye looked down at her skirt, then looked up at Jiang Qing, her face suddenly turning red.

She put a lot of thought into her look today, with a gentle bun hairstyle. She wore a white one-shoulder camisole shirt on the upper body and a black knee-length skirt and Martin boots on the lower body, deliberately highlighting her long legs.

But from that angle just now, Jiang Qing could see her safety pants when he looked up. No wonder he had to turn sideways to talk to her.

"Okay, let's go."

While Zhou Ye was distracted, Jiang Qing had already put the flowers down and walked down the bamboo ladder.

"Oh, okay, okay!"

Coming back to his senses, Zhou Ye was too embarrassed to look up at him and nodded repeatedly.

"Let's go see what they're busy with."

Jiang Qing noticed her embarrassment, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and walked away first.

"I want to go and see Dalinzi and the others rehearse their dance. I'm a little curious."

Seeing Jiang Qing walking away, Zhou Ye hurriedly chased after him and followed him closely.

"I'm not really curious about their dancing."

"So what do you want to see?"

"Well...I actually want to hear you sing more."

“Ah! Jiang Qing!!!”

The girl's anger mixed with the May wind, and instantly took away all her shyness.

……

The rehearsal scene of the 650 group has turned into a comedy battlefield.

Li Xueqin clutched the wrinkled script and watched Lamu Yangzi dancing "Drunken Butterfly" with his hands and feet trembling.

"My goodness, how can this be more uncoordinated than me!"

"I call this an immersive performance of Parkinson's square dance!"

Lamu Yangzi knocked over a pile of corn while spinning, and Guo Qilin quickly caught the falling corn.

"See? This is what we call a real food defense battle."

The worst-hit group was undoubtedly the Four Little Swans.

Song Dandan wore her ballet skirt as an apron, and Chen Chenchen's glasses flew five meters away when she turned around. Only Ou Ou seemed to be able to do it properly, and his movements were even more graceful than those of the girls.

Jiang Qingyi was watching the show from the side, and Thirteen's ruthless complaints came from the earphone in his left ear.

"Our robot dogs can jump better than them."

He couldn't help but smile, but he also felt that there was nothing wrong with what Thirteen said.

Turning his eyes away from the Four Little Swans, Jiang Qing happened to see Meng Ziyi and Zhou Ye both breaking their voices when they played the line "The winding river comes from the sky", and he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

They are really a pair of sisters with broken voices. Neither of them gives the other a chance to mock her, and they focus on a tacit understanding.

Jiang Qing wanted to make a joke, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by the broken sound of Su Mang's guzheng. The twenty-one strings vibrated at the same time, startling the sparrows on the treetops and making them fly away.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the front of the stage was filled with square tables and small benches, and villagers came to the scene with their families to find a place to sit.

As for the guests, they arrived at the scene early.

Jiang Qing sat together with several people from Room 8, leisurely eating melon seeds and waiting for the show to begin with great interest.

This was his first time experiencing this, and he found it quite interesting.

Amidst the noisy chatter and children playing, Guo Qilin suddenly took out a gong and struck it, drawing everyone's attention.

"Dear fellow villagers! Good evening! I am tonight's host, Guo Qilin!"

"I'm Li Xueqin."

Li Xueqin next to him immediately raised the microphone.

"Tonight, all members of our Taohuawu group will work with our village's folk performance group to bring you a wonderful rural art gala performance."

Guo Qilin held the microphone and looked around the audience, speaking with emotion.

“Yes, it was wonderful!”

Li Xueqin agreed with a smile.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Guo Qilin pointed the microphone towards the audience and started interacting with the audience.

"expect!!!"

The villagers were very considerate. Jiang Qing saw that Zhou Ye and Meng Ziyi, the two girls, were also clapping and cheering very cooperatively. The corners of their mouths were raised higher than the other, and they looked very excited with their smiles on their faces.

"Okay, in that case, without further ado, please enjoy our opening performance tonight, a wonderful opening show brought by our Tiziyu Village Folk Performance Troupe."

"welcome!"

At the tacit gesture of Guo Qilin and Li Xueqin raising their hands, the curtain behind the stage was pulled open by the staff, and the aunties in performance costumes walked onto the stage amid warm cheers from the audience.

The Taohuawu rural cultural and artistic gala officially kicked off.

(End of this chapter)