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Chapter 436 This Songkran Festival Came Very Late
"No way, it's already September, and is there still a Songkran Festival?"

A large group of people in Mushroom House was buzzing, everyone was holding a water gun in their hands, and they were all ready to go and gather towards the square of Manyuan Village.

As the only guest of this episode, Brother Hu is also among them.

"It was supposed to be in April, but everyone came here." Huang Lei explained to Brother Hu, "Although we missed the time, we got to know the situation with the local village cadres and wanted to help them publicize the origin of this festival and festive atmosphere.”

"They are willing to organize it again, and the whole village will play with our program group again."

"Then our program group has a lot of face." Brother Hu said with a smile, "Speaking of which, apart from Kuaiben, I remember that when I was on a variety show last time, I was a reader for [-] years, and it has been so long in a flash. "

In [-], he was still shooting hunting grounds.

Now that so many years have passed, it has really precipitated a lot.

"It's better to have less variety shows, and it's easy to create characters."

Huang Lei stretched out his hand, and grabbed Wang Qing who was still whispering to Zhang Zifeng beside him, "Like this kid, he has never been to any variety show except our show."

"I heard that running and chicken strips paid him a lot of money, but he wasn't tempted at all. If it was someone else, he might be very happy."

Wang Qing's popularity is so high now, it's impossible not to find variety shows.

But for these variety show resources, he didn't use any of them. I heard that he even talked about cooperation with other program groups and sent his company's artists into it.

"Our President Wang is busy now, how can we have time for variety shows?" Brother Hu joked with a smile, "I heard that he has been filming overseas recently, and this country is both a Korean country and an island country."

"Xiao Qing has really worked hard to support his family." Huang Lei continued, letting go of Wang Qing's hand.

"Don't kill me, you two elders. I'm just a young man who has just started his career." Wang Qing scratched his head a little embarrassed.

This title is absolutely correct, whether it is Huang Lei or Brother Hu, they are at least one generation older than him.

"It's just that you've just started your career, and your business has gone abroad." Huang Lei continued to praise him. Anyway, everyone is familiar with him, so he doesn't have any worries about playing.

Just like that, a group of people teased Wang Qing and came to the square.

"So many people..."

After arriving at the scene, looking at the crowd in front of them, they were dumbfounded.

It can be said that the square was crowded with people, and almost the whole village was present, which is a rare thing in this village.

However, because the population of this village itself is not very large, the number of people is still a little less than that of Wang Qing at the premiere of Captain Huaguo.

Everyone at the scene was holding a water gun or a plastic basin, and everyone was ready to go and stared at the coming program group, as if as long as the village cadres next to them gave an order, they would directly attack several people. It's the same as when people start.

Going to Zhang Zifeng's side, Wang Qing whispered, "You will follow me later."

Speaking of this Songkran Festival, it's not like he hasn't come to play before, so he knows that when the time comes to announce the start, the scene will be chaotic.

Staring at so many people in front of him, Zhang Zifeng was really a little scared, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shrank obediently behind him.

"Then the program team is also here now, so we're about to start... the second Songkran Festival this year!"

The director of the program group, Wang Zhenyu, dressed in local costumes, stood in the crowd and tried to blend in.

And after he finished speaking, he was like a sheep surrounded by wolves.

"Hey hey! No! You go to Gululu!"

Before Wang Zhenyu finished speaking, a basin of water was poured directly on his face, and clear water was poured directly from his mouth and nose into his head.

Ignoring command, he covered his face with his head and lowered his body to sneak through the crowd, trying to run out of the encirclement, but unfortunately he had no chance at all, and the villagers kept following him and pouring water on him.

"Laughing to death, this Wang Zhenyu still wants to be the leader?" Huang Lei looked at this scene, his teeth almost fell out of laughter.

"It's a good thing we're far away."

Seeing the crazy scene of the crowd, Brother Hu patted his chest with lingering fear. If he was among them, maybe... Forget it, I dare not imagine.

Finally, Wang Zhenyu, who managed to escape from the crowd, had the opportunity to speak.

After seeing Wang Qing and the others standing on the edge of the square watching a play, he shouted in grief and indignation: "Go and splash them!"

And at this time, the villagers realized, oh, they forgot about today's protagonists.

"Run!"

Seeing the eyes of the villagers looking over, Wang Qing didn't hesitate, pulled Zhang Zifeng and started running around the perimeter of the square.

If nothing else, stay away from Huang Lei and the others first.

After all, when they usually go out to play, Huang Lei and He Jiong are relatively familiar with the villagers.

Since they are more familiar, they must kill the acquaintances first.

No accident, although Wang Qing and the others ran away, most of the villagers went towards Huang Lei and the others, and the water guns in the distance sprayed on them.

Brother Hu followed Huang Lei with a dazed expression, and also suffered.

"Hey, hey, give me...give me some room to resist, stop bullying people like this."

It was different from the Songkran Festival that Brother Hu had imagined. A group of people rushed over and surrounded them, and then the three of them just took a bath on the spot, and there was no dry place on their bodies.

They had no chance to shoot at all, so they had no choice but to cover their faces and ears with their arms to avoid water entering.

It took a long time before they escaped from these enthusiastic villagers.

It is impossible to stare at them all the time, they are just a little enthusiastic at the beginning, after all, they are outsiders and guests of the village.

Since it is a guest, it must be to send the best wishes.

In the local area, the Songkran Festival means the Chinese New Year. It was supposed to be in April, but the program team missed it.

Splashing water on others is a kind of blessing, which symbolizes washing away all the troubles of life in the previous year.

"Look at those two children, they are really disrespectful."

They were all wet, and no one came to splash them again. Huang Lei shook his hair, and noticed the two people who were having fun not far away.

One in front and one in back, one big and one small, one tall and one short.

Wang Qing led Zhang Zifeng to walk outside the square, swiping a water gun from time to time to catch others off guard, and then ran away quickly with the little daughter-in-law.

There are so many people with mixed eyes, and his actions are so wretched, no one really notices them, and they can only suffer a dull loss.

"It looks like I haven't played games less. This style of play is really wretched, and the water gun is quite accurate." Brother Hu took a look, hey, I knew I would run away with the two of them just now.

"You don't know that, he really doesn't play games."

(End of this chapter)