Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 51 Nirvana and Rebirth

Su Cheng walked into the backyard with his mobile phone, ready to chop some more dry firewood. Netizens seemed to hear that it was Hua Xuewei who called him, and the barrage flooded for a while.

"Brother Su, what does Miss Xuewei want from you?"

"Hey, upstairs, do you even need to ask? You just made a phone call after three days apart, so it's clear that you can't leave."

"She just called to explain the matter of Qingfeng Courtyard." Su Cheng shook her head helplessly, these sand sculpture netizens were hopeless.

Controlling the drone to the backyard, he took some out of the pile of dry wood in the corner.

It has been raining for the past few days, and because of the shed, only some of the wood at the bottom has been wet.

Su Cheng picked up the ax and hacked, and quickly prepared the amount needed next.

Netizens watched with gusto, but didn't feel bored.

"Brother Su, do you feel that you are becoming more and more like a pastoral anchor?"

"But this pace of life is quite comfortable. After watching too many of Brother Su's live broadcasts, I don't want to do anything wrong."

Su Cheng picked up the dry firewood and opened her mouth to speak when suddenly the phone vibrated again.

Fatty Wang called.

"Big Chengzi, did Xuewei tell you? Pay attention to today's entertainment news."

After all, before Su Cheng could react, he hung up the phone.

Ouch, what the hell?
Who did these two vigorous and resolute people learn from?

Su Cheng took the phone from her ear and looked at the screen in bewilderment.

No, what did Xuewei say to me?

Doesn't it mean that she is going abroad and that someone is watching at Qingfeng Courtyard?
Did I miss something?
The netizens in the live broadcast room saw him in a daze, and were a little curious for a while.

"Brother Su, what's the matter, who called?"

Fatty Wang hangs fast, so the netizens didn't realize who it was.

Su Cheng came back to his senses, and slowly picked up the dry firewood on the ground, but what Wang Mingsheng just said about the entertainment news was in his mind.

"Everyone, has anything happened in the entertainment industry these two days? Uh... so what, it may have something to do with me, um, or with Xuewei."

He has spent the past few days carving huanghuali in Qingfengguan and has not paid much attention to the entertainment industry. Now he can only ask netizens.

The audience in the live broadcast room reacted quickly and got in touch almost instantly.

"Ham, Brother Su, you are not talking about the premiere of "Xiandao Cunxin", right?"

"Fatty Wang called just now? If it was him, it would be the premiere of "Xiandao Cunxin"."

"Huahuo Entertainment posted the news on Weibo two days ago. The news is not small. Many artists under Huahuo Entertainment have reposted it."

Netizens chattered about the news released by Huahuo Entertainment.

Su Cheng understood after seeing the barrage.

But soon he fell into a new daze, no, a premiere, Fatty Wang, are you hiding chicken feathers?
When I came to the stove, I added some new firewood, and the boiling water in the cauldron turned up bubbles, and the bark rolled in it.

Su Cheng picked up a piece of dry firewood and turned the bark, but she was still thinking about Fatty Wang's words.

"Do you know when the premiere is?"

"It seems to be six o'clock in the afternoon? I think it is six o'clock in the afternoon."

Looking at the tumbling barrage, Su Cheng wanted to complain, this fat man, what happened at six o'clock in the afternoon, what a fart now.

Afterwards, he didn't care about the premiere anymore, and started to concentrate on cooking the bark.

If there is no firewood, add firewood, if there is no water, add water.

It lasted until six o'clock in the afternoon, when netizens reminded him in the live broadcast room that the premiere of "Xian Dao Cun Xin" had begun.

Su Cheng nodded with a smile, indicating that he understood.

Then he took out his mobile phone and turned on the live broadcast. Many viewers in his own live broadcast room also quit immediately, and the number of people suddenly decreased.

Huahuo Entertainment attaches great importance to this drama, invested a lot of resources in the early stage, and the popularity in all aspects is almost the same, so many people are full of expectations for "Xiandao Cunxin".

Su Cheng held the mobile phone and stared at the live broadcast intently, wanting to see what Fatty Wang was up to.

Soon, the camera of the live broadcast room showed the red carpet, and the barrage began to surge at this time.

"After watching the sideshow, Mo Xingya's female role this time is very good. Although she is only a supporting role, she has played the role to death!"

"I will never say her acting skills are bad again. In the last scene, she is reborn from nirvana, drawing a sword in the fire to kill the immortal, like a phoenix bathing in blood, and the sound of the female phoenix shaking the sky."

"Haha, brother, do you think the last outfit worn by Mo Xingya's character is amazing? It was designed by me, Brother Su!"

Layers of bullet screens were drawn across the screen, almost blocking the live broadcast.

Su Cheng looked at the surging barrage, and was also a little surprised.

He had read the script and had some impressions of the character that netizens were talking about.

It seems to be a role with relatively few roles, not even the third female role. Why do netizens seem to remember it deeply now?

Before he could think about it, the barrage came surging like a sea.

"Come on, come on, my goddess Xingya is here!"

Su Cheng also stared at the screen curiously, wanting to see who it was.

Soon, a figure appeared on the red carpet, and the picture became clearer and clearer from far to near.

Wearing a retro national dress, Mo Xingya slowly walked to the front of the stage.

The clothes were like the morning glow when the morning sun was about to rise, and it set off her whole body brightly and movingly.

The reporters on both sides of the red carpet obviously paused, and then the flashing lights began to flicker wildly.

"Fuck?! The dress she is wearing is not the same as the last dress in the show, is it?"

"I also want to ask. In the drama, it seemed like a bloody nirvana, but now it's like a female phoenix is ​​reborn."

Su Cheng looked surprised. He naturally recognized the clothes on Mo Xingya.

It's just that he gave Hua Xuewei the design draft of this dress, and asked her to fill Qingfeng Courtyard.

Why did it get on Mo Xingya?

Just when he was full of doubts, Mo Xingya came on stage, overwhelming the crowd with her grace.

Then the reporter asked questions, the audience interacted, and the film began to be promoted.

When it came to the clothes Mo Xingya was wearing, there were more bullet screens in the live broadcast room.

"Everyone's guess is good." Mo Xingya took the microphone and said with a smile: "These two clothes are indeed a pair, and they are made by the same master."

Suddenly, some audience members shouted Su Cheng's name, which resounded throughout the venue.

Mo Xingya smiled slightly.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were even more excited.

"Brother Su is a cow, a cow!"

"I'll go, Brother Su actually designed a couple, Huahuo Entertainment is planning to support Mo Xingya?"

On the stage.

Mo Xingya smiled decently, "In fact, these two clothes have names, one is Nirvana, and the other is Rebirth."

"One is like bathing in fresh blood, and the other is like the morning glow in the sky, which exactly corresponds to Nirvana and vitality, Brother Su."

"Fuck, fuck, brothers, give me a door, let me see which master designed it!"

At the same time, a large number of netizens flooded into Su Cheng's live broadcast room again, and the barrage surged wildly.

"Great God! Great God Su! Let me look up and look up!"

"Brother Su, I guess "Xiandao Cunxin" and Mo Xingya are both popular!"

Su Cheng looked at the tumbling barrage in the two live broadcast rooms, and felt a little funny.

What nirvana and rebirth.

He didn't even know that the design draft he took out had a name.

Needless to say, it must have been Fatty Wang's idea.

Just as he was about to speak, the screen of the phone turned into a caller ID again.

Fatty Wang called again.

Click to connect, and a loud laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Haha, how about Big Chengzi? My movement is not less than that of Old Tang's "Dancing Thousand Years", right?"

"Just wait, I guess you will be on the trending search later, maybe there will be an entertainment tabloid interviewing you tomorrow!"

　New book please support!You can vote for recommendation votes, monthly votes, etc.

　　There is another group: 598340750
　　
　
(End of this chapter)