After staring at Song Wenbin for a while, Nita really couldn't find anything wrong with him, so she could only say: "I don't want to watch your live broadcast now, can you turn off the live broadcast?"
Song Wenbin saw that Nita's expression was very tough and there was no room for change, so he could only say gloomily: "Okay, this is your territory, you have the final say."
After that, he said to his friends: "Brothers, I'm sorry. The Brahmins here don't want me to start broadcasting. I have no choice. However, I will explain the specific situation to you later. Please pay attention to the second chapter of Extraordinary Journey." Season’s broadcast~”
The water friends were very annoyed when they saw that Song Wenbin had to go down again soon after he came up.
They all said, "Yan, you do this every time."
"I just watched it and it was interesting, but now I'm watching it again."
"I'm tired of always being like this."
"Broadcast longer."
"Give her face?"
"Damn Brahmin is amazing"
"If you can control an Indian elder, how can you control a teacher who hates you?"
"Aren't you afraid of living a Buddhist life?"
"What can I do if I don't download it?"
...
Seeing the complaints from fellow fans, Song Wenbin had no choice but to blink at them apologetically and leave the live broadcast room.
Seeing that Song Wenbin complied with her wishes, Nita suddenly smiled with satisfaction.
She began to introduce this place to Song Wenbin.
“This is Kurapapara, a big town in Orissa, and it’s time to celebrate Ujjadi.
This is the place where my family used to live. When I was a child, my grandfather and I practiced in the temple here. However, the residents at the foot of the mountain would engage in cattle and snow battles every time during the Ujadi festival. "
"Well."
Song Wenbin nodded. Although the meeting lasted only a short time, he could tell that the pampered Indian lady in front of him had been responsive to requests since she was a child. He didn't want to go against her for the time being. He could only follow her. After all, he was in a foreign land and his family was quite powerful.
Seeing that Song Wenbin listened carefully, Nita couldn't wait to talk.
"I still remember that when I was a child, I followed my grandfather's carriage passing by on the street. At that time, I was playful and followed Amrit out of the car to catch squirrels. As a result, those damn villagers hit my face with cow snow."
Nita's voice trembled when she talked about this. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth: "That is a shadow that I can't erase for the rest of my life. To be honest, I'm really fed up with it. I'm fed up with this damn thing." Customs, this crazy celebration. I have suggested to the family countless times to stop this terrible carnival, but the family thinks I am crazy, and they don’t think there is any problem with it at all.”
"Is there any problem with this?" Song Wenbin asked softly.
Nita was shocked: "Isn't there a problem? Hey, we are the largest democratic country in the world. If they throw cow snow at each other every festival, this is inconsistent with our title! This kind of thing happens again and again, and the world What do other people in the world think of us, what do they think of India, what do they think of us?"
Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows, disapproving in his heart.
how to think?
What can you think?
It's not easy for everyone to take care of their own affairs. Who has time to take care of others after eating well? Song Wenbin doesn't think there is anything wrong with these people playing with Niu Xue. At most, he will be shocked today. He will be shocked. A few seconds, then relief. After all, when he was a kid, he used firecrackers to blow up Niu Xue, which was really fun. If there is a person who really loves Niu Xue, then naturally no one has the right to say anything to him. In his opinion, loving Niu Xue is no better than loving science. Some people want to experience this, what do you want.
"So, Miss Mohan, why did you call me here?" Song Wenbin asked.
"I hope you can get them to stop, Lord Living Buddha."
Nita clasped her hands together and prayed to Song Wenbin devoutly, "I hope you can stop them from playing with such dirty and smelly things. I hope you can make them more civilized."
"Pfft."
Song Wenbin couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But seeing Nita's pious and serious look, he stopped laughing, shook his head, and said, "Stop joking, I can't do this kind of thing."
"You can do it, you have to have this confidence!"
Nita said firmly: "Or you can ask them to give up their love for snow and devote themselves to other things, just like you did in Seoul, and let them believe in something else."
confidence? Song Wenbin felt it was ridiculous. He was just a passer-by, a passer-by in Seoul, a passer-by in India, and even a passer-by in China for most of his life. Where did he get the confidence to do such a thing? He managed himself well and even advised Indians don't want to play in the snow. Why can they teach Indians how to do things with chicken feathers?
"If you don't want them to play in the snow, just tell them yourself." Song Wenbin said, "I don't need to come."
"No one listens to what I say." Nita said quietly and sadly.
"Huh?" Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
"No one likes to listen to what I say, my brother doesn't like to listen, and my family doesn't listen either. I even broke up with my ex-boyfriend because of this. They don't like to hear what I say. I really... .no way."
After a pause, she looked at Song Wenbin longingly and said: "This is what I envy you the most. No matter where you go, there is always someone willing to listen to what you say, whether it is a Seoulese, a Dutchman, or even that person Dr. Wutou, they are all willing to listen to you, I really don’t know how this is done, so I really can’t count on others, I can only count on you.”
Song Wenbin felt funny, but also extremely helpless. The premise for others to listen to what he said was that he didn't go against other people's ideas at all. Couldn't this girl even understand this?
"If..." Song Wenbin asked in a low voice: "If I don't want to do it, does that mean I can't see Liu Yong."
Talking about this, Nita became expressionless. She nodded and said seriously: "I'm sorry, but yes, my brother is not as easy to talk to as me."
"Then, I have to discuss it with my team. It's okay."
Song Wenbin said: "After all, this is not a trivial matter."
Seeing Song Wenbin relent, Nita's eyes suddenly lit up and she was so excited that she couldn't express it in words: "Really!
Thank you so much!
Lord Living Buddha, if you can fulfill my wish this time and make these people give up this terrible hobby, I swear, you will be a distinguished guest of the Mohan family for generations to come!
"
Song Wenbin smiled and said nothing.
When he came to his colleagues on the program team, the smile on his face disappeared. Wei Ning saw that Song Wenbin had been talking to Nita, so he asked, "Yan, what did that girl say?"
"She said she couldn't see these people playing in the snow, and wanted me to end their hobby." Song Wenbin curled his lips and said helplessly.
Wei Ning was shocked: "Can you do it!?"
"I'm so damn good at it, I can do it like a ghost."
Song Wenbin said coldly: "Silly girl has never suffered a loss in her life, and she is still at a whimsical age. She wants to do everything according to her ideas and her temperament. How can there be such a good thing in the world? Not to mention that she has some power, even if the King of Heaven is here, no one can do anything whether they like to play in the snow or not."
"What?" Wei Ning was shocked, "What are we going to do? You promised her before."
"How to fix it? She has to ask me, the overlord, to bend the bow and straighten it. I can't fix it. How can I fix it?" Song Wenbin said angrily.
Song Wenbin's tongue twister confused his colleagues.
Song Wenbin looked around and whispered: "Brothers, I can't do this job. That girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she can't be disobedient. If she knows that I don't have that ability, she will definitely get angry. I'm afraid we have to prepare for it later. Get ready to run away. If you are caught and taken back, our trip to India will end here."
When Song Wenbin said this, the atmosphere became solemn.
"Then what are you going to do?" Director Pauly asked.
Song Wenbin looked at another herd of cows coming in the distance, rolled his eyes, came up with an idea, and started cooing with the camera crew in a low voice.
...
After getting Song Wenbin's battle plan, the program team went down to prepare. Soon, they built a small stage on the roof of a private house near the square and set up a small microphone on the stage.
While the program team was setting up the stage, Song Wenbin wrote a short article, and then asked Weining to help translate the article into English. Then, he took the copy and walked in this small town Found a translator.
Fortunately, India used to be a British colony, and the people here were more or less fluent in English. In the end, Song Wenbin found a local Indian supermarket owner and asked him to help translate the article in his hand into the local dialect. , Song Wenbin recorded that native saying into audio, stored it in his mobile phone, and studied it repeatedly.
This time, he studied extremely seriously.
At noon, the carnival related to the festival was still going on, and even showed signs of intensifying. Everyone was ready. Song Wenbin avoided the crackling snow in the sky, hunched over and climbed from the house to the small house on the roof in fear. On stage.
This place is closer to that crazy snowy battlefield. Here, the strong smell of fermented feed mixed with the smell of excrement makes people tremble.
But looking at the Indians who devoutly smeared snow on their bodies, and watched them bathe and revel in the sea of snow with complete intoxication, Song Wenbin suddenly felt great courage.
“Brothers, brothers, pause and listen to me!
"
Song Wenbin shouted with a loudspeaker in Indian dialect. The sound was amplified by loudspeakers arranged by the program team and fell into the ears of the revelers in the streets and squares.
When the Indian playing in the snow heard the shouting, he subconsciously stopped and turned to look at the man holding a microphone on the roof not far away.
Nita, who was avoiding Niu Xue from a distance and did not dare to approach, saw Song Wenbin running up and starting to speak to the Indians below, still speaking in Indian dialect. She couldn't help but be extremely happy and shouted repeatedly from a distance: "Come on Mr. Yan!
"
Song Wenbin saw those people looking over and said loudly: "I am a philanthropist!
Today, I am here to do charity!
"
The Indian who threw the cow snow looked at Song Wenbin, a little confused. He didn't know where this weirdo came from. He also said that he was doing charity. What kind of charity was he doing? But no matter what, what this guy said is quite curious.
Song Wenbin said, took out a bottle of diluted iced black tea from behind, held it high in his hand, and shouted: "I am a fan of Shenniu!
Holy cow! The most sacred creature in the world!
Cowdew can make us healthy and live longer!
"
After that, he opened the bottle of diluted iced black tea and drank it in large quantities, covering his face and body.
Then, he threw away the bottle, grabbed the microphone, and shouted crazily: "It's such a great holiday, how can we just throw snow! Today, I'll treat everyone to a drink of cowdew!"
"
While talking, several old-fashioned pickup trucks drove up the street. The truck bed behind the pickup truck contained a heavy water tank. The water tank was filled with shaking yellow liquid. It was fresh water collected by the program crew at a high price from surrounding farms throughout the morning. Cowdew.
"Come!
"Song Wenbin waved his hand and shouted: "Help brothers have fun!
"
The Indians hired by the program crew stood in the truck, holding a water gun from the water town, and started spraying cowdew on the reveling crowd.
As the crystal clear yellow cowdew sprayed past under the sun, the reveling Indians were covered in the festive liquid. They sniffed their noses, opened their mouths to the sky, and let the crystal clear rain fall into their mouths. After tasting it, they immediately recognized the familiar taste, and couldn’t help but give a thumbs up and cheered, “Namasde!
Namasde!
Namasde!
"
This is the meaning of greeting in Hindi. After meeting for less than a second, the Indians reveling in the scene all recognized the great philanthropist standing on the roof. They were excited and crazy about bathing in the free cows provided by the philanthropist. In the dew.
While shouting crazily: "Namasde!"
Namasde!
Namasde!
"
At the same time, he also grabbed the snow on the ground and threw it to the big philanthropist on the roof, trying to share the joy with him.
Song Wenbin was so frightened that he could understand these people's hobby of playing in the snow, but he himself had no special interest in Niu Xue. At that moment, he was running around after being hit, but he couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahahaha~"
India is so happy.
However, unlike the happy philanthropist, Nita, who was watching from a distance, had no previous excitement at all. She was looking forward to the foreign monk with joy, hoping that he could stop this crazy farce. As a result...not only did this guy not stop him, he actually added fuel to the fire, making these bull-throwing people even crazier.
"Yan! What are you doing!
"
Nita shouted with all her strength.
However, her shouts were drowned out by the voices of thousands of Indians shouting for Namasitra. Seeing those compatriots becoming more and more fanatical under the influence of cow dew, drinking the rain falling from the sky and washing their bodies in the crystal dew, Nita cried out in anger.
"How could you do this, how could you do this!
How dare you play tricks on me like this!
"She screamed and rushed to the roof not far away, trying to stop the group of crazy guys, shouting: "Why do you all do this to me!
Why don't you listen to me!
"
What responded to her was a lump of brown substance falling from the sky, which covered her face.
Then Hilux drove over, and the Indians above excitedly sprayed cow dew everywhere with a water pipe. By the way, he also sprayed a pipe on Nita's face. She was watered by snow and dew at the same time, and Nita screamed.
"ah!
! "
"ah!
! "
"ah!
! "
"ah!
! "
Amid the screams, the excitement and beauty of meeting for the first time turned into extreme hatred and anger at this moment.
"I hate you!
Yan!
I hate you!
"
