【Dutton Festival? Sounds like it’s quite interesting.】
[I know this! I heard my friend mention that this is a festival of ethnic minorities, and its grandeur is no less grand than our Spring Festival. I didn’t expect Li Li and the others to catch up with this. It’s quite a coincidence.] p>
[Then aren’t we also blessed? We are already looking forward to it!]
[Watching a live broadcast has spread another knowledge point, it’s great.]
Not only Jiang Yan, but also netizens are full of expectations for this festival that only exists in rumors.
Just after noon, people gathered outside Jiang Li's thatched house one after another.
The leader is Aunt Ying.
Jiang Li, who got up from his nap, was also shocked when he saw these people.
"Aunt Ying? Why are you here?"
Aunt Ying said with a smile: "I'm here to pick you up to attend the Dutton Festival."
"But doesn't the party start at night? Do you want to go now?"
Aunt Ying smiled even more happily, "It's true that the party starts at night, but you are a distinguished guest in our village, how can we just let you go like this?"
As she spoke, she waved behind her, and immediately a little girl came out carrying a basket.
"Sister Jiang Li, these are the things my grandma and others have prepared for you. Please put them on quickly."
Aunt Ying also explained: "Datton Street is our traditional festival. On this day we all have to wear the costumes of our tribe. Although you are an outsider, you have helped the people in our village so much. Everyone should treat you
I regard you as one of my own, so I have prepared some clothes for you."
Looking at the bright red national costumes embroidered with exquisite patterns in the basket, Jiang Li was suddenly moved.
"Since it is everyone's sincere wish, I will accept it."
Hearing this, Aunt Ying became even more happy. She clapped her hands vigorously and said, "Look what I'm saying. Girl Jiang is a generous person and will definitely not refuse our kindness."
Then several ladies crowded in, shouting that they wanted to help Jiang Li change clothes.
Jiang Yan, who has always been ignored: "..."
His feelings are just air?
Fortunately, Aunt Ying soon discovered his presence and walked towards him with a smile.
Jiang Yan immediately made a gesture and even thought about how to express his gratitude to Aunt Ying for her kind invitation.
But before the words were spoken, the other party said:
"Girl Jiang needs to change clothes. It's not convenient for a grown man like you to be here. Why don't you go out and stay for a while?"
Jiang Yan: "......"
Yes, it turned out that I came to drive him away.
The small wooden door behind him closed, and Jiang Yan squatted on the porch, looking unconcerned.
"Aren't they just new clothes? They look different from anyone else. Uncle Zhao even made a set specially for me before."
"Young girl Jiang is shouting. Those who don't know think Jiang Li is your village chief's daughter."
"It's just a change of clothes. As for the whole house coming? It's better for us men to save trouble and just put on any clothes."
[Hahahahahaha Master, I can smell the sour taste in your mouth through the screen.]
[Laughing to death, Jiang Yan is so arrogant!]
[The young master has been dead for three days and probably has a hard mouth.]
But the next second, the audience who had been complaining about Jiang Yan immediately became excited.
Because another person walked outside the thatched house.
【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging, is this a big guy?!Why is he so handsome?!】
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay up, I'm so handsome, I didn't expect big cows to look so good in bright colors!]
[Oh shit, luckily, I persisted until now, and I got this wave of benefits!]
As the camera slowly moved on, Zhao Lang's figure gradually became clear on the screen.
He was wearing a dark red double-breasted dress, with finely carved silver ornaments hanging on his chest. He was swaying slightly with the man's steps, and every time he moved, he produced a string of beautiful notes.
The bright red lotus embroidered on the cuffs seems to come to life in the next second. It complements the string of shiny black beads at the joints, making the man's skin color even whiter.
It is obviously the brightest color, but it exudes a cold and noble temperament, like a god from the depths of the distant mountains, gathering all the beauty in the world, but still as lonely as snow.
There is also a black and red ribbon wrapped around his forehead, and the silk ribbon at the end hangs naturally on his chest, elegant and chic.
Her eyebrows are gentle and handsome, like clouds blown away by the wind, misty and mysterious.
Even the pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of colored glaze, reflecting a shocking light.
Even Jiang Yan was almost stunned at first sight.
Then he quickly stood up and circled around Zhao Lang.
"Damn it, Brother Daniel, your outfit is OK, you look handsome enough!"
Zhao Lang smiled and said, "Young Master Jiang is so complimentary. I also brought your clothes."
He then handed the package in his hand to Jiang Yan, and when he opened it, it was the suit that Uncle Zhao had specially gone to town to find someone to make for him.
It's a very bright vermilion. Contrary to Zhao Lang's red and black, his one is red and white.
Jiang Yan liked it very much and started to put the clothes on in front of the camera.
"In critical moments, brothers are still reliable. Unlike my sister, who only cares about dressing up and completely forgets her brother."
Zhao Lang subconsciously glanced in the direction of the thatched house.
"It's normal for girls to take longer to dress up. Let's just wait a little longer."
Seeing that Jiang Yan started to change his clothes without avoiding suspicion, the cameraman moved the camera away speechlessly.
When he came back again, he was a changed person.
He wore the vermilion national costume elegantly, and his forehead hair was tied up with a red silk ribbon.
He originally had an extremely tired and voluptuous appearance, and his eyes were also extremely charming with peach blossoms. He wore a bright ethnic costume, and he looked like a beautiful and evil person.
The barrage exploded again.
And the photo of him and Zhao Lang standing together went viral on Weibo and became the highlight of the day.
All of a sudden, Jiang Yan’s Weibo followers skyrocketed to three million.
Some uninformed netizens were shocked the moment they saw the photo, and frantically searched for news about the two on the Internet.
More and more people poured into the live broadcast room.
They all come here for the handsome guys.
[It’s so scary, I’ve never seen so many crazy sisters in a live broadcast room.]
[Fortunately, I have been a fan of Jiang Yan from the beginning, otherwise I would have missed this face.]
[Ah ah ah, I came here from the photos on the Internet, but I didn’t expect that the real person in the live broadcast is more handsome than the photos!]
[This village is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. It’s not enough to have one handsome and tragic guy, but there are actually two more, both of them with different styles.]
Not long after, there was movement in the thatched house.
"This dress looks so good on Girl Jiang."
"That's right, this hair needs to be tied more carefully."
"It would be great if my daughter could be this beautiful. She is from the city and her skin looks tender."
Then, the wooden door opened, and a graceful and beautiful figure appeared in the camera surrounded by people.
