Let them leave together?
Nita seemed not to have expected that Song Wenbin would make such a request.
"This... doesn't seem good..."
She hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
Song Wenbin looked at her with burning eyes.
This was really a sleepy moment. He was worried about how to fulfill the director's request so that the program team could re-enter the vast Indian continent for filming, so Nita came to ask for his help.
"Brother, brother, he asked me to watch here... take care of you..." Nita said.
"Oh~"
Song Wenbin showed a look of realization and said, "Then you should listen to your brother. As for the carnival you don't like, if your brother doesn't mind, I think you shouldn't mind either. After all, it's your brother's too. idea."
Hearing this, Nita bit her lower lip for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
Seeing her hesitation, Song Wenbin sighed slowly and said, "Before coming here, I heard that India is the most democratic country in the world and everyone's ideas can be respected. Miss Mohan, I Respect your opinion, whatever that idea may be.”
Nita was shocked when she heard this and immediately said: "You are right, Amrit's thoughts are Amrit's thoughts, and my thoughts are my thoughts! But Yan, I really don't want you to mess around. Run, this is also for your safety, if something happens to you here, as your fan, I will also feel very sorry."
Song Wenbin was secretly happy, but his face remained calm and he said: "Don't worry, Miss Mohan, we came to India just to find Liu Yong. Wherever Liu Yong is, I will go. If Liu Yong is in Calcutta, we will definitely not go. Somewhere else.”
Nita felt relieved after hearing this and said, "Then you should help me more. My college classmates have met him and have his contact information. We can help you contact him."
Song Wenbin shook his head and said, "You misunderstood me, Miss Nita. I called them just because I didn't want to be alone with women. This is my principle."
"Why don't you stay alone with women?" Nita asked sadly, "Am I ugly?"
"No, no, no, Miss Mohan, you are a very beautiful and beautiful girl. But my fans don't want to see what happens between me and women. The reason is very complicated to explain, but the fact is that if I go out alone with you, It will cause dissatisfaction among my fans, and I cannot make them dissatisfied. This is my way of survival. I hope you, Miss Mohan, can understand." Song Wenbin said sincerely.
Nita suddenly realized: "Just because you can't be alone with women, so you have to take them with you?"
"Exactly."
Song Wenbin struck while the iron was hot: "As long as you agree to take them with you, I will be willing to help you solve the problem that makes you unhappy, uh... if I can do it."
"call....."
Nita breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "You are really a strange person, Mr. Yan. When I was studying in New Delhi, there were many boys who wanted to date me."
Song Wenbin nodded: "I understand, after all, you are a beautiful girl."
"hey-hey."
Song Wenbin's continuous compliments made Nita a little embarrassed, and she said: "Then we have agreed, I will help you, and you will help me."
"Really?" Song Wenbin still didn't believe it. He pointed to the yard outside, where several police officers on duty were patrolling the yard.
"But how do you plan to get us out of here? There are many people outside."
"Don't worry about this." Nita said confidently: "I can still make some decisions in the areas around Calcutta, but only at night. If Amrit comes back during the day, I can do it." No more master."
After that, she left Song Wenbin, went to the yard, and started talking to the police officers in the yard. While talking, she also asked the servants to give them some rupees.
Song Wenbin saw Nita's actions from the window and said to Wei Ning: "Go and tell the director that we can go out to collect stories again."
Wei Ning asked curiously: "Yan, are you really ready to help her?"
"Help her? Why not if I can help? I'm afraid I can't help even if I want to. She thinks too highly of me." Song Wenbin said.
….
Soon, Weining woke up the other members of the film crew, and after collecting Nita's rupees, the police officers in the yard got into the police car and left, not knowing why.
After bribing her brother's men, Nita took Song Wenbin to the yard, pointed to a bunch of luxury cars in the yard and asked, "Which car do you want to drive?"
Song Wenbin glanced at the luxury cars, then saw Little R beside him, and said, "I came here on a motorcycle, so I'll just ride a motorcycle."
"Is that so? But I don't have a motorcycle."
She thought of something and asked in surprise: "Can I sit behind you?"
"Oh, that won't work. Dear Miss Mohan, I'm a novice and just learned to ride a motorcycle." I'm afraid it won't be safe for you to sit in the back. Song Wenbin said seriously.
"Ah...that's right, India is not very safe at night." She thought for a while and said, "Then I'll drive a car and you ride behind me." She pointed to the yard. The heavy Mercedes-Benz G said.
"It's your territory, you can do whatever you want." Song Wenbin said.
A few minutes later, a motorcade gathered in the yard. Song Wenbin rode his little R, followed behind the big G, and drove out of the yard under the night.
Five hours later, at dawn, the camera crew followed Nita's car out of West Bengal and entered a small town surrounded by mountains in Orissa.
It is said to be a small town, but there are a large number of temples in the mountains. These temples are in the shape of pagodas, with masters and slaves, light and dark, thick and thin. When viewed from a distance, they have clear outlines. Looking closely, these temples are all made of overlapping stones and look very old.
While riding his motorcycle through these temples and mountain passes, Song Wenbin could still see many grottoes, perhaps carved by monks in remote places in the mountains for the purpose of spiritual practice.
After arriving here, the program team seemed very excited. Such an exotic scene is rare to see in other places. They all carried cameras and kept filming along the road.
Unlike the excitement of the director and others, Song Wenbin was cautious for no other reason. The road was full of cattle, herds of cattle. Song Wenbin, who was already in trouble for hitting a white bull, dared to touch a bull. The bike was riding extremely slowly.
However, unlike the white cattle on the streets of Calcutta, the cattle here are raised by humans. Song Wenbin often sees people walking behind the cattle.
Due to the presence of cattle, the convoy moved very slowly. When it arrived at the small town, it was already bright. Unlike the exquisite ancient temples in the suburbs, the town here was no different from the very rustic streets or small towns in India. , just as shabby, just as dirty, even worse and filthier.
Only some ribbons and colorful flags can occasionally be seen on the dilapidated and dirty streets. It seems that some kind of celebration is being prepared here.
At this time, something different smelled into Song Wenbin's nostrils, and he sniffed. It was the smell of feces. However, unlike the pure stench of human feces, there is something similar to the smell of fermented grass in the feces smell, which is similar to the smell that can only be smelled when passing by a breeding farm in China.
Is there any breeding farm nearby?
Song Wenbin thought.
However, after one turn, all illusions and possibilities disappeared.
Song Wenbin saw a shocking scene that he would never forget.
What appeared in front of him was a medium-sized square filled with noisy people. Those people were all brown, and that brown was not their skin color, but some kind of shocking smear.
The smear had now filled the square, dyeing the square and surrounding areas into a brown world.
There was no doubt from the smell that those things were snow, cow snow.
And amid tons and tons of cow snow, tens of thousands of Indians were soaking in the cow snow shoulder to shoulder. The entire square seemed to have transformed into a giant Indian street restaurant pan, and those Indians were stirring it with their own bodies. Gooey.
In a daze, Song Wenbin seemed to have seen a scene from the famous cartoonist Sun Zha's classic bedtime book "Crazy Maggots in the Snow Sea". When this scene really happened in reality and before his eyes, he couldn't help but shudder. He shivered, his eyes widened, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
too crazy.
I saw the crowd in the celebration. The Indians grabbed the cow snow with their bare hands and threw it at each other. According to Newton's second law, the cow snow was thrown in the air in a beautiful arc and randomly landed on the head of someone participating in the event. Even if the beef snow is not fresh enough on your face or on your face, no one seems to care. Everyone is immersed in the festive atmosphere of being bathed in the beef snow.
Moreover, as the event became more and more intense, it seemed like it was raining brown cow snow, and the cow snow was flying all over the sky, which was very characteristic of India. At the same time, the cheers and cheers at the event also declared to the outside world how happy each of them was.
After the huge shock, even Song Wenbin couldn't help but be infected by the happiness of these Indians. It had been a long time since he had seen such pure happiness.
In order to share this happiness, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and open the live broadcast. And changed the name of the live broadcast room to-shock! Indian passionate snow splashing battle! !
It was early in the morning, and there were no people in the live broadcast room of Station D.
Only some working fans who habitually turned down their phones when they got up early accidentally clicked on Song Wenbin's live broadcast room, and saw an incredible sight.
"Brothers, the famous scene is here. The snow-splashing battle, the real snow-splashing battle." Song Wenbin said to the live broadcast room while holding up his mobile phone.
Barrage was shocked.
"What are you doing?"
"are you in India now?"
"What are you doing... playing in the mud??"
"I'm in a small town in India, and there's a festival here."
Song Wenbin explained seriously to his water friends: "Their custom here is to have some fun with cows and snow during the holidays."
"Yue...."
"yue..."
"Yue..."
"It's hard not to say..."
The barrage erupted in unison.
Although it was in January, the sparse number of people in the live broadcast room suddenly increased sharply. In this era, information is transmitted very fast. Those who stayed up late to watch the live broadcast at Station D in the early morning saw the current night owls and some idle girls. People who had nothing to say in the anchor room heard that someone was broadcasting a live broadcast of the cow-snow battle in India, and they all came to watch.
They were immediately shocked when they saw that there was actually a Niu Xue fight and it was not a headline-grabbing one.
"Is it really snow?"
"I Minato, Yuki!!"
"My mom is so crazy."
"It's clean and hygienic, brothers."
Of course, in addition to these joking jokes, there were also barrages of people saying "yue".
Song Wenbin was happy when he saw the popularity of the live broadcast room soaring in the morning. He smiled and said: "Brothers don't want to have sex, they are still very happy." As he said, he also sniffed: "The smell of freedom."
Song Wenbin's words made the barrage dumbfounded.
"I'm so happy, so disgusting."
""free""
"Can't understand"
"I hate why you always appear in places we can't understand!!"
"Brother, do you dare to set a fixed time for your live broadcast?"
"I hate that I'm having breakfast now!!"
"Why are you showing me this!!"
Of course, in addition to these complaints, an audience member couldn't help but become a messenger of justice and stood up to criticize Song Wenbin's behavior.
"Remind the anchors to respect themselves. The content of your live broadcast involves vulgarity. If you don't change it and stop it in time, it will definitely attract the attention of the supervisor. Moreover, this kind of entertainment is intolerable to Chinese audiences."
Song Wenbin did not expect that there would be barrage police in his live broadcast room. He was worried that his popularity would be reported by others because of jealousy, or that it would really lead to supervising.
Then he moved the camera away and said, "Brothers, if someone doesn't let you see it, don't blame me."
Even though the barrages were firing, the appearance of the Messenger of Justice still made the barrages very unhappy, and they all came to confront that person one after another.
"Where the hell did you get the mental note?"
"If you can't stand it, don't watch it."
"I want you to represent me?"
"You don't know the upper right corner? Do you want you to teach me how to do it?"
"I fucking advise you not to meddle in other people's business."
"You can control the teacher you hate, but you can also control who the audience likes to watch."
"The supervisor didn't say anything. What did you say?"
Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the barrage being greeted by many people, so he started to write a short essay in Song Wenbin's live broadcast room: "This vulgar scene has violated our country's values. As a big anchor, not only can't find a way to convey positive energy, but here Amusing yourself to death is really disappointing. I simply don’t understand why so many people watch this kind of person..."
There were so many barrages that they began to dominate the screen, which made other people very unhappy.
"Fuck you" barrage is very rude.
"Don't move away, we want to see the snow!"
"Snow!"
"Snow!!"
The audience who were still yining at first started to yue again after they stopped watching, hoping that Song Wenbin would continue to turn the camera away. However, the appearance of the mental police made Song Wenbin not want to be reported, which would lead to the live broadcast room being blocked for the second time, so he cautiously did not turn around again.
At this time, seeing Nita coming down from the big G, Song Wenbin immediately changed the topic. He held up his mobile phone and came to Nita Mohan, and said to the camera with her: "Brothers, stop arguing, look, Brahmin Beauty!!"
Seeing a girl coming over, the barrage's attention was immediately diverted and he said:
"Yan, you're crazy, you dare to date Brahmin girls."
"Is this why you went to India?"
"Brother Yu's Iron Fist Warning!"
"Song Wenbin, have you forgotten Lalitha from Siberia?"
"Go to a fucking country and pick up girls from a different country, right?"
"Holy shit, this face is really a Brahmin."
"This girl can do it"
"It's really your fault, I'm watching the snow with a Brahmin girl so early in the morning."
"romantic"
"So romantic"
Soon, the barrage turned into a chorus of romance.
Song Wenbin smiled and said to Nita: "Do you want to say hello to my fans?"
However, Nita, who has always been keen on taking selfies and co-shooting with Song Wenbin, seemed to be in a very low mood at the moment. She did not greet the audience in Song Wenbin's live broadcast room, but asked: "Are you live broadcasting now?"
"Yes." Song Wenbin replied.
"Are you taking pleasure in the people of our country?" Nita asked, squinting her eyes and looking sulky.
Song Wenbin was surprised. He didn't make fun of the Indians or make fun of them. He just felt that this scene was rare in his life, so he started a live broadcast to record it. Moreover, the fact that those Indians playing in the snow are openly playing in the snow here in broad daylight shows that they don’t mind being photographed at all and don’t think there is anything shameful about this kind of thing. Since they don't think there's anything embarrassing about this kind of thing, Song Wenbin naturally doesn't think there's anything embarrassing about it either.
It’s hard to describe this feeling. It’s like someone carrying a snakeskin bag with urea on it to school on the first day of school. If that person is proud and has a clear face and doesn’t feel there is anything shameful about carrying a snakeskin bag to school, then others will also. Will give him corresponding respect, and even be shocked by his courage. But if he is too timid and unable to lift his head, and feels embarrassed, then that's another story.
In Song Wenbin's view, these Indians playing in the snow are the former. They were openly bathing in the sun and playing with cow snow, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, so Song Wenbin didn't think there was anything wrong with it either.
"No, you are overthinking." Song Wenbin said seriously: "I think they are very happy, so I recorded it. I want to be happy with them."
Nita looked at Song Wenbin like a monster.
But Song Wenbin is serious.
