Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Xiao Yan, who was sitting on Ren Yi's right, was terrified, Xiao Pan, who was sitting on Qi Yang's left, was still in shock, and the four bodyguards sitting in the back were completely out of service.

Ren Yi tilted his head to look at the person who was playing with his phone and said calmly, "Don't do it again."

Qi Yang responded perfunctorily, thinking to himself, next time, he will just play by himself and won't take him with him.

If it weren't for 002's help, he would have almost failed to get a ticket here.

Xiao Pan pulled Qi Yang's clothes and whispered in his ear, "How dare you?"

Qi Yang pulled down his mask and whispered cooperatively: "He's not angry either."

"We have encountered this situation before. Do you know what the Second Master did?"

"How?"

“Direct acquisition.”

"how much did you spend?"

"You'll have to ask Xiao Yan about this, but it's probably less than 1 billion. It's not as valuable as you."

"Tsk."

The center of the lake is a stage. Starting at seven o'clock, singing and dramas will be performed in turn until eight o'clock, followed by performances of iron flower making and lion dance.

Amid the sound of drums, two lion dances appear on the stage, juggling with the ball, rolling over and pouncing on their food, coordinating with each other and performing various movements, fighting with each other from time to time, in a very vivid and lifelike manner.

The sky full of bright lights suddenly broke through the night, exclamations rang out one after another, and the lion dance leaped onto the plum blossom poles, performing various difficult performances.

There were constant cheers from all around, but Ren Yi seemed not to hear them. His eyes lit up slightly as he stared at the performance in the center of the lake. His hands subconsciously pressed on the handrails and his body unconsciously leaned forward.

Thousands of stars bloom, and fire trees and silver flowers fall.

Qi Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at his hand that was pinched so hard that it hurt. He let out a light sigh and called out to Ren Yi. Seeing that he was looking at him intently, he endured it for the time being.

After the lion dance, there is the fire dragon dance, which still requires the cooperation of the iron flower making master. Qi Yang supports his cheek with one hand and watches with full concentration.

Even in ancient times, these programs were not often seen. Many intangible cultural heritages were local characteristics, and it was very difficult to see them with your own eyes.

When the game was switched at halftime, Ren Yi noticed the warmth under his palm. He was stunned for a moment and then let go of his hand.

The hand was immediately withdrawn, but the owner of the hand just turned his head and talked to Xiao Pan over there, with a relaxed smile on his lips and his eyebrows flying from time to time, but there was no other reaction.

"Every Mid-Autumn Festival in my hometown, we organize a fire dragon dance. Every household participates. Let me tell you, it's a spectacular scene."

"Where are you from?"

"Suicheng, I guess you don't know me if I tell you anything more. I stayed in Jing City after graduating from college and rarely went back. The last time I saw it was during the summer vacation of my junior year. My father said that there are fewer and fewer people in the village now, and I don't know how many more years I can see it."

"It's normal. This is the social trend."

"It's a shame, but I have to make money. My dad has nagged me about this many times over the years."

Qi Yang poked his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Why don't you please your Second Master and ask him to sort out the rules from top to bottom? In the final analysis, doesn't this kind of thing require the support of capital? Look at the entertainment industry now."

Xiao Pan gave him a look that was hard to describe: "Do you want me to die?"

There was one thing he didn't dare say.

Mr. Ren is a capitalist, not a philanthropist, okay?

He was generous with the ten billion because it was used for his personal enjoyment and he felt that his sleep was worth the price.

As for supporting intangible cultural heritage, haha.

With this money, it would be enough to support a few small stars to make money.

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, Qi Yang smiled and sat up straight to wait since the stage was ready.

Ren Yi saw that he was clenching his right hand and frowned slightly.

Qi Yang heard him say something, leaned towards him and asked, "What did you say?"

Ren Yi paused and asked, "When did you and Xiao Pan become so close?"

"Hmm? Okay? No."

"What were you talking about just now?"

"I don't know how many more years we can watch these performances. It would be a shame if they were lost."

"Do you like it very much?"

"You don't like it? I just saw that you were enjoying it." Qi Yang raised his right hand and waved it in front of him, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if to say, you can't hide it from me.

Ren Yi's eyes fell on the hand and was about to say something when a large area of ​​light shone on the stage, instantly attracting the attention of the people around him.

It opens with a fireball, which is not as loud as the iron flowers, but the flames form bright lines in the sky, which is another kind of dazzling.

Ren Yi looked at the profile of that person with superior lines, flickering in the light and shadow, but the light in his eyes was always bright.

He rubbed his palms and belatedly felt the touch of bones being rubbed.

Qi Yang heard a voice next to his ear and looked over subconsciously, but the sudden wave of noise drowned out the always reserved and calm voice of a certain gentleman, causing him to not hear clearly this time.

When the shirtless dragon dancer came on stage, accompanied by iron flower fire wheels, he immediately ignored what the people around him said and clapped and cheered along with the people around him.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one could see it, 002 had already rushed onto the stage, flying around following the dragon head. Qi Yang saw a little shadow in the firelight and could not help laughing.

This enhancement isn't all bad.

In the past, liveliness was closer to the setting, but now it is much more realistic.

By the time this show was over, it was almost half past eight.

The fire disappeared, and Ren Yi stared blankly for a long time without coming back to his senses. But then he heard someone ask him, "Did you just say something to me?"

Ren Yi collected his thoughts, looking a little uncomfortable: "No. Where to go next?"

"There will be a shadow play at the theater at 8:45."

Xiao Pan came over and asked, "Aren't you leaving now?"

"There are too many people, it's too crowded, please wait a moment."

“Will there be no room?”

"I've bought the tickets, eight in total. Oh, and please reimburse me, Master."

Xiao Pan glanced at Ren Yi, took out his phone, and asked, "How much?"

"The tickets for the seven of you plus the VIP seats here plus the theater entrance fee, plus my hard work fee, will be two thousand."

Seeing that Ren Yi had no intention of objecting, Xiao Pan did not ask how much the labor fee was and directly transferred it.

It's not his money anyway.

After watching the shadow play, Ren Yi asked to walk around again. Some experience projects were still open, so Qi Yang handed the wheelchair to Xiao Yan and followed behind with a look of despair.

When they arrived at the calligraphy experience hall, a staff member received Ren Yi and his group of seven. When Qi Yang came in later, the staff member who greeted him immediately recognized the small tuft of hair and the mask on the back of his head and asked, "Handsome boy, do you want to write today?"

“No, no,” Qi Yang waved his hands repeatedly and pointed at Ren Yi, “I’m here to accompany the boss.”

The staff was a little surprised that the boss was out playing at this time, and he didn't look like an adult.

"Handsome boy, I heard from my colleagues that someone in the scenic area has been asking about you in the past two days. It seems that they want to find you to film a movie."

Qi Yang spread his hands. Ren Yi was calling him. He nodded to the staff member and walked over.

"What's going on?"

Ren Yi handed him the brush and said, "Write one."

"You come to play and let me write?"