After wearing it for 18 years, it became the top trend

Chapter 46

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Although this vague voice was quickly covered up by the shouts and cheers from the side, the confusion in his mind still gave him the illusion that he didn't know what day and night it was. It was not until he shook his head hard twice that he finally returned to reality. .

Qin Lang has already walked in front of several Mongolian men, and the opponent he picked is Song Mo.

This person was about the same size as him, but nearly twice as big, so he obviously had the advantage in terms of strength.

If the opponent is a professional wrestler, Qin Lang must know that he has no chance of winning.Fortunately, they are just prairie guys who like to wrestle.And just now, thanks to Song Mo's dealings with this person, he saw the other's weakness.

The opponent is actually good at a few moves, one hugging the waist, another hugging the legs, and another over the shoulder.Qin Lang has never learned wrestling, but he has systematically practiced Wushu and Sanda for many years, and he is not lacking in fighting experience.

After knowing yourself and the enemy, it is not difficult to win the opponent when the difference in absolute strength is not too large.

The Mongolian man roared, swayed left and right, and slapped his thigh twice, full of momentum.

Qin Lang moved along with him, but he didn't take the initiative to rush up, as if he was frightened.

After a moment of stalemate, the opponent couldn't wait, and rushed towards him.

This is what Qin Lang was waiting for.The opponent grabbed his hand, stepped forward with both feet, and lowered his body slightly, seeing that an over-the-shoulder throw was about to be completed.

However, just when Qin Lang was about to be thrown to the ground, he actually supported his body with one hand, his legs twisted around the opponent's calf, and successfully twisted this big man who hadn't reacted to the ground. The weight of the body is pressed by the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, he has already won.

The audience next to him were almost dumbfounded.

How the hell did this work?

Didn't you fall down?

Why did it suddenly bounce off the ground again, instantly suppressing the Mongolian man under him?

Gravity comes out and takes two steps?

Of course, the guests reacted quickly, clapping and screaming excitedly. Zhu Congcong and Cheng Yu even ran forward and lifted Qin Lang up like a hero.

This time I was really excited, not a dramatist stealing the scene.

After all, they were all men, and they were thrown to the ground like chickens by these big Mongolian men, especially Zhu Congcong, who was lifted above his head and turned around a few times, and finally put on the ground like an object.

The man loses face.

The dignity of Han men is unnecessary!

Now that Qin Lang has recovered their dignity from being smashed by himself, can you not be excited?

Men also admire Qiang, at least at this moment, Qin Lang has become their hero.

Song Mo, who was still sitting in his seat, picked up the teacup and drank a cup of tea silently. Looking at Qin Lang surrounded by the crowd under the firelight, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He and Qin Lang have played martial arts rivalry scenes, so he naturally knows that the other party has a foundation, but after all, it is a movement made by Wu Zhi.

I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong in actual combat.

He suddenly remembered what Gu Chuan said, if a person can't find any information, he must have something in his past that cannot be revealed.

There's nothing really weird about this guy's background, is there?

While thinking about it, Qin Lang had already been surrounded by people and came back. He sat down on a stool and smiled at him: "Brother Mo, I have revenge for you."

Song Mo looked at the calm and hearty smile on the young man's face.

I think too much.

People who have no education but can fight, don't know how many people in boxing gyms outside.

Staying in the seat like Song Mo, watching all this silently is Zhong Ming.

He began to worry again.

This is only the second recording, but based on his experience, Qin Lang's performance will definitely stand out among guests like them.Coupled with Qiu Yue's marketing methods, it is not impossible to soar into the sky.

The bonfire banquet lasted until almost ten o'clock, because in the wrestling challenge, they helped everyone restore the dignity of men, and several crazy guys rushed to drink several glasses of wine for Qin Lang.

When drinking kumiss, it is fragrant and sweet, but the aftertaste is not small.

Qin Lang could drink enough, but when he returned to the yurt, his cheeks and eyes were still flushed, obviously a little drunk.

After entering the room, Song Mo glanced at him through the light, and said casually, "Are you okay?"

Qin Lang waved his hand: "It's okay."

But as soon as the words fell, he staggered a step disobediently.

Song Mo quickly supported him with his sharp eyes, and said with a snort, "You will never refuse anyone who pours you wine. I thought you were very capable!"

Qin Lang took advantage of the situation and leaned on his shoulder, with his support, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, said with his tongue out, "I... I'm not drunk!"

Song Mo looked at the man who said he was not drunk, but his tongue was beginning to lose control.

The other party has a very iconic appearance, there is no fault in the outline and facial features, he is handsome and sunny, he is the most attractive type of boy at this age.

But now after drinking some wine, his cheeks flushed, and his whole person is a little more cute. Looking at it, Song Mo couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and suddenly thought of something, he turned and walked to the door, facing the camera He waved his hand and said good night, then turned off the power without any politeness.

Returning to the bed again, Qin Lang had already taken off his shoes and was rolling on the bed.

Song Mo shook his head amusedly, took off his coat and was about to go to bed, but just as he sat down, he hissed because of the pain in his buttocks.

Just now it was really a solid fall.

He was stretching out his hands to rub, Qin Lang had already wriggled to the side like a big bug, and asked with a smile: "Brother Mo, were you hurt?"

Song Mo glanced at him lightly: "It's okay, just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

Qin Lang said: "Don't, I brought a plaster and put it on for you."

After finishing speaking, he crawled to the other end, picked up the backpack under the bed, reached out to touch it, and took out a tube of ointment: "Come on, I'll stick it on for you."

Song Mo reached out to pick it up: "No need, I'll do it myself."

However, Qin Lang's hand shrank back: "No, you can't see it yourself, I will post it for you."

Song Mo frowned: "I can see it."

Qin Lang said righteously: "You can't see it!"

"I can."

"cannot!"

Song Mo was sure this guy was drunk now, he took a deep breath, and said with a good temper: "Qin Lang, I can really stick it myself."

Qin Lang blushed and chuckled, and suddenly stepped forward and threw him on the bed: "Brother Mo, don't be polite to me, you are not shy, are you?"

Song Mo wanted to break free, but found that his hands were being cut back by the other party somehow, in a completely subdued posture, and he couldn't exert any strength at all for a while.

Why is this guy so agile when he's drunk?

Qin Lang cut him backwards with one hand, and pulled down his trousers with the other. Blinking his eyes, he saw that there was indeed a slight blue patch under the left back waist. He tore off the plaster with his mouth, grunted "It's quite white", and then stuck it on with a snap. go up.

Song Mo groaned in pain, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore, struggled hard, and finally managed to break free from the other party's restraint, pressed him under him, gritted his teeth and said in a sad voice: "Qin Lang, I think you are about to turn the world upside down!"

Song Yingdi made his debut at the age of 19, and already has three gold medals in his early twenties, and his career is going smoothly. Although he is only 28 years old, he is still young, but his status is here. Who would dare to offend him like this?

Qin Lang yawned, his eyes were blurred and he laughed, and he hugged his neck: "I'm so sleepy, good boy, go to sleep!"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes were completely closed, the hands were slowly lowered, the breathing quickly became deep, and he really fell asleep.

Song Mo: "..."

He was so angry that he took two deep breaths, sat up straight, turned his head and looked down at the hot plaster on his buttocks, then turned his head and raised his eyelids to look at the camera by the door.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to turn off this thing in time, otherwise my image would be ruined by this guy.

He looked back at the young man who was already asleep, and said, "I'll settle the score with you tomorrow."

After all, I took off my pants and went to bed, and found that there was such a dog skin plaster on the place where I fell, and the pain really eased a bit, which can be called an excellent effect.

So, he lay down, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, turned off the light, and said to himself in the dark: "Forget it, I won't be as knowledgeable as a drunk."

The cold wind on the prairie in winter night whizzes past the yurt, but it has nothing to do with the warmth inside the house.

Song Mo listened to the wind and thought to himself, Qin Lang is right, this time is much more comfortable than last time.

That night, he slept soundly again.

Qin Lang slept well as usual, because he went to bed early and woke up naturally at five o'clock in the morning.Perhaps because kumiss has milk, it doesn't feel like a hangover.

It was not yet dawn outside, but various busy sounds could already be heard.

He won the wrestling last night, and in the morning of the herdsman, among the many tasks such as cleaning the sheepfold and picking up horse manure, he got the simplest one-making milk tea.

He glanced at Song Mo. The other party was still awake and did not bother him. He stepped over the person carefully and got out of bed, put on the Mongolian robe prepared by the program crew, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he took a breath of the cold air in the winter morning on the northern grassland, he heard Zhu Congcong howl.

He walked over following the sound, and saw Zhu Congcong and Cheng Yu milking cows in the cow pen. Because they were not skilled in the business and feared that the big cow would be in a bad mood, they kicked the cow up.

The two of them squeezed half a bucket together, and they were already in a mess.

Seeing Qin Lang approaching, Zhu Congcong hurriedly said: "Xiao Qin, come and help us!"

Qin Lang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Do your own thing, I'm still waiting for your milk to make milk tea!"

"What is our milk? Is it our milk?"

Qin Lang laughed.

Having said that, after the two of them squeezed half of the bucket of milk, he still reached out to take the bucket of milk and carried it back for them.

When we arrived at the yurt for cooking, the ranch aunt had already started the stove and started making tea.Qin Lang asked her the steps of making milk tea, then rolled up his sleeves and started to work.

When Song Mo found the person, what he saw was that several guests were sitting next to the stove carrying a small horse, watching Qin Lang skillfully boil milk tea.

Several people were wearing Mongolian clothes, but he thought Qin Lang looked the best.

Zhu Congcong dragged his chin, smashed his mouth: "It smells so good! Xiao Qin, is it okay? I'm almost starving to death!"

Qin Lang said: "Go and get bowls to serve."

A few boys immediately went to get the bowls and queue up, waiting for Qin Lang to feed them.

Every time Qin Lang filled a bowl, he never forgot to say: "Be careful, don't get burned."

朱聪聪迫不及待喝了口，笑嘻嘻彩虹屁道：“好好喝，小秦，你真是上得厅堂下得厨房还揍得流氓，我要是女孩子，一定要嫁给你。”

Song Mo frowned slightly, and for some reason, he felt that the scene was a bit familiar, so that he instinctively went to the bowl and got behind the queue.

Qin Lang has been concentrating on making milk tea and serving it. He didn't notice Song Yingdi's arrival at all. He took the bowl and filled it up and said casually: "Be careful, don't get hot."

Song Mo held the bowl and looked at him with a frown.

Only then did Qin Lang discover him, and he grinned: "Brother Mo, are you up?"

He saw Song Mo wearing a brand-new Mongolian suit with a belt around his waist. Perhaps because of his height, this suit seemed to suit him particularly well, and he had the temperament of a grassland man.

Song Mo nodded when he heard the words, brought milk tea, walked to the table and sat down.

Mongolian breakfast is very hard, there are Naipizizi and mutton on the table, in order to welcome the grazing life that will go out for the next day.

Qin Lang poured the remaining milk tea into the teapot and put it on the table so that everyone could take it easily, and then sat down to have breakfast.

Originally, he was going to sit next to Song Mo, but before he could take a step, he was pulled down by Cheng Yu and Zhu Congcong, and sat between them.

Most of the young boys are Mu Qiang. Last time they were speeding cars. This time they won the wrestling against the Mongolian man. They can even make milk tea with ease.The two of them almost want to regard Qin Lang as an idol.

Zhu Congcong said with a smile: "Xiao Qin, I will go to herd later, I must follow you and never leave."

Cheng Yu nodded again and again: "Me too! I feel very safe with Xiao Qin here."

Qin Lang embraced one of them with one hand, hugging left and right, and said with a loud smile: "No problem, good brothers, it's fun to play together."

Song Mo, who was drinking milk tea in a leisurely manner, raised his eyes, glanced at the three people who were called brothers and sisters, suddenly coughed lightly, and said softly: "I see the process of the director team, the herding of horses and sheep is separate, Xiao Qin and I can ride horses , should be to herd horses, you can only herd sheep if you don’t know how to ride a horse. Can you two ride a horse?”

Zhu Congcong and Cheng Yu looked at each other, and said in grief and indignation: "Is it okay to study now?"

The old god Song Mo said: "That should not work."

The author says:

Song Yingdi: I haven't read any books.

Brother: 985 before the enrollment expansion, thank you!