my brother is not cute at all

5 month 20 day.

The large-scale dance drama "Donghai" created and arranged by the national first-level director Luo Ji and the main creative team officially premiered in the Grand Theater.

There was still an hour before the performance time, and there was already a long queue at the ticket checking area.

Qu Yaotong, who was dressed like a little princess in a lolita dress, stood at the front of the crowd, tiptoed to look into the venue, and jumped up and down from time to time.

Hou Zeqi pressed his head mercilessly: "Qu Yaotong! Just look at it, can you stop leaning on my arm? Do you know how much you weigh?"

"Ah! You messed up my hairstyle!" Tongtong screamed and slapped his hand away, and angrily fought back: "Why are you like this? You don't think it's too heavy to lift irons, but you think I'm too heavy?!"

Hou Zeqi: "You are heavy."

Tongtong: "It's you!"

"Talk back again and I'll ask Uncle Xu to take you home, so you won't be allowed to watch your little cousin dance."

"Why? It doesn't count if you say it!" After finishing speaking, Tongtong glanced proudly at the couple holding hands, and asked, "Right? Uncle, aunt?"

Hou Chenghai and Ji Wanyu watched their brother and sister bicker like children, and laughed without saying a word.

The LED wall clock in the lobby jumped to seven o'clock, and the entire theater echoed with a warm ticket inspection reminder. The staff opened the chain on the railing and signaled everyone to show their tickets in an orderly manner.

Tongtong cheered, pulled Hou Zeqi's forearm and rushed in.

Passing by the bathroom, Tongtong waved her hand and said: "Uncle, Aunt, I'm going to the bathroom, you go in first, just let my cousin wait for me outside."

Hou Zeqi laughed angrily, and said back with her previous words: "Why do you make me wait? Are you an uncle?"

Tongtong smiled gracefully: "Because today I am Qu. Analita. Bingling Rose. Meng Liuli. Yudielan Shangxue Ailuo. Daisy Qilu. Princess Yaotong."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

He suddenly had a fucking urge to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Tongtong ran into the bathroom gracefully, leaving him alone in front of the mirror of the sink, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his ancestor——

7z: Ancestor, are you hungry?I've brought you snacks.

The phone buzzed, and Yang Yue responded quickly to the message.

Little Ancestor: Go straight along the south passage, there is a security door leading to the backstage.

Xiaozuzu: If you can't find it, share the real-time location with me.

I can see that you are obviously hungry.

Hou Zeqi put away his phone and smiled, planning to leave his cheap sister and run away.

As soon as he turned his head, a boy in a leopard-print sweater walked up to him and met his eyes. Even though he was wearing a sponge mask, the boy's eyes lit up and he smiled like a flower.

"Hey, handsome guy alone? Do you need someone to accompany you?"

"No, the ticket prices are different, so we can't sit together, sorry," Hou Zeqi showed the ticket stub with an indifferent expression.

Jiang Haibo immediately became angry: "Fuck! You are a naked humiliation of capitalism to the proletariat!"

Hou Zeqi raised his eyebrows, handsome and handsome, but he couldn't help but say: "Don't say that, our family gave the nanny a ticket for the VIP zone."

Jiang Haibo: "..."

He almost kicked the man to death: "Your mouth is more and more like your little bastard."

Hou Zeqi: "After all, we have many relatives, and it's normal for them to influence each other."

"..." Jiang Haibo was speechless, and immediately cupped his fists and smiled slightly: "Farewell!"

After speaking, he left behind a strong smell of perfume and walked into the men's bathroom.

Hou Zeqi watched him leave, and when he turned his head, there was another familiar little man, with hips and buttocks, wearing a cool dark skirt and Martin boots, with a pair of big watery eyes staring blankly in place.

"Brother Seven? What are you doing standing here alone? Waiting for... a friend?" Shi Mei looked around at the passers-by, paused, then lowered her voice and asked, "Does sister-in-law know?"

Hou Zeqi was so angry with her brain circuit that she couldn't laugh or cry, and a chestnut bullet slammed on her forehead: "Wait for my sister! What are you thinking about all day long, a little girl?"

"Ah, it hurts!" Shimei screamed, covering her head.

Hou Zeqi asked again: "Why are you here? Alone?"

"With friends," Shimei said, "Of course I have to come! Tang Yujiao is my goddess!"

"Oh," Hou Zeqi asked with a smile: "Then is it possible that Yang Xiaoyue is your male god?"

Shimei immediately held her small face shyly: "Of course, after all, there is nothing better than dumplings, it's fun—"

Halfway through the conversation, Hou Zeqi couldn't bear it anymore and rolled up his cuffs: "Is your skin itchy?"

"—Hey, hey, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" Shimei reacted extremely quickly, jumped up and rushed into the women's bathroom.

Hou Zeqi let her go for now.

Go straight along the south passage, push through the security door and you will come to the corridor leading to the backstage.

Yang Yue had been waiting for him at the corner, and when she heard footsteps, she jumped out and raised her eyebrows at him.

Ask: "Come?"

Hou Zeqi was taken aback by him, and after a closer look, he was amused: "Hey, which little maid is this? She is so nicely dressed?"

After all, Fuhuadao is a top-level large-scale dance drama, and this time can indeed be said to be the most gorgeous dance performance in Yang Yue's dancing career.

The red headband is tied into a double ball bun on the top of the head, and a slender red pearl flower stretches from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows, and the thick eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples. The eye makeup is widely spread and dyed with gold and red. A silver-white eyeliner flew up to the brows, but the lip makeup was a delicate petal makeup. The upper lip outlined his little M's lip shape, and the lower lip was slightly covered, and only the center of the lip was slightly red, making his whole face look heroic and delicate Integrate with one another, flirtatious without losing the majesty of a young man.

In addition to makeup, his clothes are also quite gorgeous. There is a hollow golden bell on the neck collar, a snake-shaped armband on the bicep of the left arm, and a golden bell bracelet on the right wrist. The shirtless upper body does not need any modification , is a precious work of art with a youthful feel - the spine is like a whip knot, the waist is like a scimitar, and every inch of the texture from the chest and abdomen to the back is as gorgeous as a knife and an axe.

The golden armour, red silk belt, and the lotus flower skirt with pink petals inlaid with gold trim make his narrow waist, straight legs, and slender figure. The leggings that fit the skin are painted with exquisite lotus patterns, and the lower ones are hung on the ankles. Golden bell anklets, revealing a pale white ankle in the middle, and even the small Achilles tendon scratches the heart like a sharp piece of paper.

Seeing it from head to toe made Hou Zeqi's heart itch for a while, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch the little hair on his head.

As soon as she stretched her hand halfway, the fire-pointed gun in Yang Yue's hand twisted and rested on his neck——

"Don't move, I will kill you if you take half a step forward."

Hou Zeqi laughed amused by his showman-like appearance, and said, "You are the lines of Fairy Zixia."

Being exposed by him, Yang Yue wasn't embarrassed at all, she just asked, "Where's my snack?"

Hou Zeqi took out something from his trouser pocket and threw it over: "Here, white chocolate, I don't know how to rub flowers/lip makeup, you can pad your stomach first, and I will take you to eat delicious food at night."

Yang Yue took it over and couldn't wait to tear off the wrapping paper, wondering: "The venue doesn't allow outside food and drinks, how did you bring them in?"

Hou Zeqi: "Oh, I brought it in by clamping my chest muscles."

The movements of Yang Yue's hands froze instantly: "..."

The moment the eye knife hissed through the air and shot towards him, Hou Zeqi felt a gust of wind hit his face, and immediately took a step back and grabbed his ankle!

He hurriedly shouted: "Hey ancestor! Don't kick! I am teasing you!"

"I didn't check so carefully. I hid it in my sleeve and brought it in. You said that you are not tall, but your legs are not short." Hou Zeqi ensured that the ancestor would not engage in any more attacks, and then took Putting his leg back, his eyes followed the calf all the way, and finally fixed on the golden engraved ring tightly around his thigh, and asked curiously: "Is this leg ring on your leg?"

Yang Yue broke open a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into her mouth, nodded: "Well, the designer specially designed it like this, and the lock of the Wia needs to be hung on it later."

"Oh, public property?" Hou Zeqi stared at it intently, sighed with regret, paused and then probed in a low voice: "Can't I take it home?"

Yang Yue: "Are you okay?"

Hou Zeqi: "It's okay, I just think it should be quite exciting."

Yang Yue: "???"

Taking advantage of his innocence, Hou Zeqi glanced at the time on his watch, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's almost time for you to warm up, go in after eating."

"Ah."

"Come on, my little dragon-slaying hero."

The warm and strong fingertips squeezed his shoulders hard, as if a magical and reassuring force was suddenly transmitted to his chest, and then slowly let go.

Yang Yue suddenly asked when he turned around to leave: "Wait, where is your ticket?"

"Ah?" After Hou Zeqi was stunned for two seconds, Yang Yue had already grabbed a corner of the paper protruding from his trouser pocket and pulled it out——

"Very good." After confirming the information on the ticket, Yang Yue approached him with a smile, stood on tiptoe and whispered by his neck: "In a while, your little dragon-slaying hero may fly over your head."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

When the ancestors were fed and returned to the theater, there were only a few minutes left before the official start of the performance.

Hou Zeqi found his place and sat down amidst the reverberating viewing prompts. Then, the lights of the theater dimmed, the audience was silent, and the countdown clock sounded majesticly——

5、4、3、2、1……

On the sky curtains on both sides, the introductory quotes appeared——

Prologue: Sacrifice

According to legend, there is a god of rain in the East China Sea, the head of the gods of the water tribe, who rules rain, thunder, sea tides, tsunamis...

Kexing cloud rains and saves all beings.

Therefore, whenever there is a drought in Chentangguan, the people will select a young girl who has reached the age of [-] from the village, and live sacrifice to the sea god as a wife and concubine, so as to pray for good weather in the coming year.

At the moment when the subtitles disappeared and the sound of the loud waves flowed quietly from the speaker, the huge curtain in front of me slowly opened, and a grand sacrificial scene spread out in front of my eyes.

Girls in coarse linen were tied to tall cross stakes and struggled painfully, while priests on the stage danced ritually around a circle of water basins. The holy water in the basin was splashed, and the messy hair was wet on the face, making every face of Senhan look like a bloodthirsty demon.

The atmosphere was gradually pushed to a climax, and the flames under the stakes exploded!The crying of children and the hysterical screams of girls merge into a cruel and piercing movement.

The stake was burned, and the sacrificed girl crashed from the reef into the turbulent sea along with the dead wood!The immature childish voice let out a heart-piercing roar——

"Sister!"

The lights on the stage dimmed in an instant, only a beam of bright fixed-point light hit the young male protagonist's body...

The drama officially begins.

The author says:

Regarding Nezha's dance drama style, the makeup is private, and Nezha's hairstyle is partly close to the 79 version of Naohai Nezha, and the clothing reference is more from the 15th Saint version of Nezha.

That's right, the author of the three giants of ancient mythology is Ouba's mother fan and diehard fan.

By the way, mine-clearance warning for the next chapter: Babies who have filters for the devil boy Ao Bing can skip the dance drama part. Although the author is also addicted to cp, my character setting Ao Bing is the super villain in the dance drama.