"Ah~~~~~~"
A man's soothing voice came from a lush, tree-lined mountaintop in Central America. He stood on the rugged dirt road, admiring the vast valley and winding river below, feeling relaxed and happy.
After leaving the original trio of extraordinary journeys, Song Wenbin felt refreshed, just like a husband who had been tortured by his wife who had been a demon for many years and finally got out of the devil's cave. He greedily smelled the hot and spicy food in Central America. The sunshine, the fragrance of the palms, and the humid air.
"Yan, why are you screaming strangely?" Wei Ning, who worked diligently and uncomplainingly with the camera, didn't know why.
"Do you smell it, Weining, do you smell it?" Yan asked enthusiastically, holding Weining's shoulders.
"What do you smell?"
"This is what fucking freedom smells like."
Song Wenbin said with emotion.
There was no longer a cruel and ruthless woman, no green tea bitch with more intentions than lotus pods, and that douchebag with a hidden knife in his smile. Without those damn complicated interpersonal relationships, Teacher Yan felt happier than ever before.
He opened his arms as if to embrace the mountains of Central America, and even took the initiative to jump to sit next to a towering tree, posing in various poses, and let the photographer hired by the Seal Company with a high salary to help him take a tropical photo album.
After finishing the photo shoot, having had enough fun and making trouble, Wei Ning stood next to Song Wenbin and asked worriedly: "Yan, where are we going?"
"We must find a place to settle down!"
Yan Yan said confidently and matter-of-factly.
"Settle down?" Wei Ning was a little confused and asked, "Yan, aren't we going to the US-Mexico border? Why don't we go traveling instead of finding a place to settle down first?"
travel…
Song Wenbin made a disdainful sound, patted Weining's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Those kinds of bitter ideas are all thought up by untalented planners. There is no other way except running around. , but now we are working alone, there are not so many rules to break, if we can fly to the west in somersaults, we will never go there on foot."
Wei Ning's eyes lit up, and so did the other photographers' eyes.
"Really? Let's fly there!?"
Weining said in surprise.
"That's not true." Song Wenbin said, patting his chest.
But then Wei Ning's eyes quickly darkened, "I'm tired of it... I didn't say that, you need money now but you don't have money, you need a visa but you don't have a visa, if we don't starve to death here it's a waste, you still want to fly" Going to Mexico would be too much of a dream..."
Song Wenbin burst out laughing. He took off his sunglasses, patted his face and said, "Look, what is this?"
Wei Ning looked at it for a long time, but didn't see anything, so he said: "This... this... this is your face..."
"That's right~"
Song Wenbin smiled and said, "Believe me, I'm fine. The show has been filmed for so long, and my face is still worth something."
While he was talking, the beeping sound of motorcycles sounded in the distance. Several young people riding motorcycles carrying goods passed along the dirt road. When they saw Song Wenbin and the camera crew, they took a few more curious glances. .
After reading it, the group of young people flashed past and disappeared into the forest along the dirt road. Song Wenbin and his photographer hurried along the track.
At about ten o'clock in the afternoon, they followed the rut and arrived at a typical Central American town.
This was once a Spanish and Portuguese colony, and the buildings along the streets still retain a strong European style. It's just that many of them are in disrepair and look like a shabby version of a European town.
The streets were not clean. In addition to brown-skinned Latinos, there were some Indy vendors with Asian-like faces and traditional costumes on both sides of the road. They looked curiously at the Extraordinary Journey film crew walking by the roadside.
Weining and other photographers were very interested in the exotic scenery and kept taking pictures with their cameras.
As Teacher Yan was watching, there was a faint sound of familiar music coming from the street.
…
Why don't I feel sad...
You advised me to extinguish the fire in my heart
What else can I say
No matter how you say it, it's wrong
…
Several people were stunned when they heard the music. Then they turned around and saw a Chinese restaurant on the street next to them.
A faded sign indicating a thriving business hung at the restaurant's door. There are couplets on both sides of the wooden door, and a banner that reads "Exhibit great ambitions."
Weining suddenly became happy, pointed at the plaque and said loudly: "Look, Yan! Chinese restaurant!"
"marvelous!"
Teacher Yan said excitedly.
Having a Chinese restaurant also means having fellow countrymen. Although Song Wenbin can speak some English now, it is definitely more comfortable to communicate in Chinese.
Walking into the restaurant casually, the decoration of the restaurant is antique, and the fragrance can be heard from the kitchen. Song Wenbin walked to the front desk and asked happily: "Excuse me, is the boss here Chinese?"
There was a Chinese woman at the front desk. She heard Song Wenbin's question and looked at the photographers carrying cameras next to her. She looked at it a few more times in surprise, and then said in half-baked Chinese: "It was... once... probably Well...are you having a meal?"
"Ah~" Teacher Yan raised a finger and said, "No, we are here to find a job. Is there any job you can do here? Believe me, I can do any job." He specifically mentioned any job He emphasized it heavily, trying to arouse the interest of the female receptionist who looked like a Chinese.
However, the female receptionist immediately lost interest after listening to Song Wenbin's words. She frowned and said perfunctorily: "We are not short of people here. You can go and look elsewhere."
The teacher was disgusted but refused to give in. He said firmly: "Please don't mind. We are here to film a program. As long as you tell us your needs, I can satisfy them."
When Wei Ning listened to Teacher Yan's words, he couldn't help but give him a characteristic. It had to be said that at this moment, Teacher Yan's whole body was exuding a light that he had never seen before.
But after hearing what Song Wenbin said, the woman still didn't believe it. She waved her hands irritably and said, "There's nothing to do here. I need to find a job in the United States or other places. If you don't want to eat, please come back."
"this…"
Seeing the woman's straightforward rejection, Song Wenbin couldn't help but frown.
Gululu.
At exactly the right moment, one of the photographers' stomach growled.
Song Wenbin glanced at him, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.
From one city to another, they had traveled at least more than 40 kilometers today. Especially the photographer, who had brought a lot of things with him. Everyone was very hungry now.
Wei Ning has a lot of fans because he makes slices on the Chinese Internet. He is now the leader of the photographer team. Seeing that his colleague was hungry, he quickly whispered to Song Wenbin: "I hate it... we haven't eaten for a long time, do you want it?" Let’s get something to eat first, and you can come and eat some too.”
Seeing that Song Wenbin was a little embarrassed, Wei Ning quickly added thoughtfully: "Don't worry, we still have some money, not included in the program. We won't film this part. Let's eat something first."
Teacher Yan immediately became serious, but he didn't speak yet.
The curtain leading to the back kitchen was lifted, and a fat man walked out. He looked like a Chinese. He was holding a cigarette and a plate of food in his hand.
Seeing the person coming, the woman lazily clicked on the computer in front of her, and the music playing in the store was immediately switched to Latin reggaeton.
"Who are these people?" the man asked after putting down the dishes.
"A bunch of guys filming a show."
the woman said.
“There’s nothing to photograph here.”
The man waited for them fiercely, speaking in Spanish.
Photographer Wei Ning couldn't understand what he was saying, but looking at his expression, it vaguely reminded him of the Sister Lee fast food restaurant in Seoul. Jesus testifies, that was not a good experience. .
"Yan... look, are you... going to use my money to eat something?" Weining tentatively asked Teacher Yan beside him.
"If it was cheating, it would be boring to film."
Teacher Yan shrugged. It seemed that the bad start did not have any impact on him. He pressed the camera next to him and said in English to the Chinese boss who looked a little nervous: "My job is to help others realize their wishes, no matter what. Whatever you wish for, I can help you realize it. Believe me, this may be the only day in your life when your wishes come true."
"What?"
The boss could understand English, but he was even more surprised by the arrogance in Song Wenbin's mouth.
"May I ask how I can help you? No matter what your needs are, I can help you achieve them." Teacher Yan asked with great sincerity.
The boss was stunned for a few seconds and then laughed: "I want to be a millionaire, is that okay?"
"Okay, but is that what you really want?"
Song Wenbin picked up a piece of paper from the bar. He was as professional as a stenographer.
The boss was so stunned that he didn't even notice that the photographer behind him had picked up the camera again.
"What kind of show are you filming, Aladdin's Magic Lamp? Can it still be like this?"
"We are Extraordinary Journey. You can search it. It is a travel program with hundreds of millions of views." Song Wenbin pointed at himself and asked: "Don't you look familiar to me?"
The boss stared at him intently and exclaimed: "Hey, buddy, you do look like the male protagonist in the space program, but... I remember there were three people in that program."
The boss started speaking Chinese again, and his accent seemed to be from Northeast China.
"There are three programs, but it doesn't mean we have to act together. I am the teacher in the program. I am responsible for making the wishes of people I meet along the way come true. Believe me, I am very experienced and successful in this matter." Many times.”
"Real or false." The boss was already shaken by Song Wenbin's words. He looked at Song Wenbin up and down, as if to determine his weight.
"Try it, it won't do you any harm." Teacher Yan said with a smile while holding a pen and paper.
"All right…"
The boss was right after thinking about it. He hesitated for a moment and said: "I was joking just now, but I do have some needs. A week ago, I asked a farm outside the city to buy 30 kilograms of corn flour. He said he would give it to me in one day, but this It’s been a week and he hasn’t given it to me. If possible, could you help me get the cornmeal?”
Teacher Yan wrote down the man's needs on the paper. While writing down, he asked, "Where is that farm?"
"About three kilometers outside the city, there is a road sign. You will know if you ask. He is the only one who owns the farm, but..." The boss said hesitantly: "He did not deliver the goods after the deadline. He must have violated the agreement. If possible, I hope he can pay me the money for breach of contract."
"What's the price for breach of contract?" Song Wenbin blurted out.
"One pays three." The boss said without hesitation: "The total is about 500 US dollars."
"Hmm." Teacher Yan put down the notebook easily and said, "Your wish will come true, but before that, I have to eat something before I can work. Do you mind providing me with a free lunch? After all, we The challenge being run now is unfunded."
The boss looked at Song Wenbin and then at his wife. His wife crossed her arms with a look of suspicion on her face. It seemed like she didn't believe this nonsense guy in the store at all.
But obviously the boss still believed this guy who had many photographers and was a public figure.
"Eating... is no problem, but I want to remind you that the people on that farm are not that easy to deal with. They are very powerful local people. When you go there, you can't say that I came to find you. "The boss said slowly.
"You will receive your compensation, and you will not have any worries." Song Wenbin said calmly.
"laugh."
The landlady loosened her arms and shook her head, obviously disapproving of this man who was talking nonsense.
Until they sat at the table, the photographer who was traveling with him was also confused and confused about Song Wenbin's behavior.
"Yan, why are you so sure..." After the boss brought the food, Weining couldn't help but ask.
"Because everyone has needs." Teacher Yan ate the food on the plate and said with a smile: "Contradiction is inevitable in the three-dimensional world."
"ah??"
Wei Ning was puzzled, he hesitated and said: "Yan, I can understand a little bit, but let me tell you, are you taking too big a step? You don't know the people over there, and you don't know anything about things here. I wonder why you are so sure that you can solve their problems."
"Because there is no end to the road."
Teacher Yan was eating the taco and felt that it tasted very good: "As long as we are still on earth, all the problems will be the same."
"and you…"
Wei Ning was about to speak but stopped.
"What's wrong with me?" Seeing Wei Ning's hesitation, Teacher Yan asked kindly and gently.
"According to you... you are also a creature in the three-dimensional world. Do you have any problems?" Weining couldn't help but asked the confusion in his heart, "You left the team because you had a quarrel with Teacher Huo and Teacher Su. ?"
After asking, Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin nervously, and other photographers also pricked up their ears. Their gossipy nature even made them hold their breath.
But Teacher Yan burst out laughing. After laughing, he put down his fork and said, "The only difference between them and me is that I don't need anyone." Teacher Yan crossed his fingers and said calmly: "As long as I don't need anything, then Everybody needs me.”
(End of chapter)
