Take a plane to Africa

Chapter 957 Chinatown on New Year's Eve
In fact, when Yang Tianlong and his family were about to set off for Chinatown, the blood concentration of the alcohol they drank at noon was quite low, but foreign laws are stricter on drunk driving, so no one in the family Don't dare touch the law.

To Yang Tianlong's surprise, this time Linka did not drive the stretched Lincoln they bought in Berlin last time, but drove Jonny's Audi.

Elena is driving a seven-seater business car, which can fit the whole family on it, and even the two little guys, Phyllis and Gianni, have a lot of space.

When they came to the entrance of Chinatown, Yang Tianlong and the others found that the place was more beautiful than a week ago. Every business was hung with large and small lanterns and Chinese knots at the entrance, and all the storefronts were pasted with couplets. , praying for the best wishes and wishes for the New Year.

"It's so beautiful here." Elena came to Chinatown for the first time, and before she walked in, she sighed sincerely, "I found that our Christmas is not as good as the Chinese Spring Festival. The little witch sees the big witch."

"Next time when my sister and the others go back to China for the Spring Festival, why don't you go there with me?" Jonny couldn't help but asked his girlfriend with his arms around her tenderly.

Elena nodded, and responded softly, "Yes."

Walking into this Chinatown, which is only a few hundred meters long, many merchants have launched marketing activities, including couplets, presenting various gifts with Chinese characteristics, and selling some ceramics, calligraphy and paintings. The streets are surrounded by people's laughter.

"Rattle drum." Yang Tianlong's eyes were sharp, and he saw a rattle drum for sale in front of a small vendor's stall at once, which seemed to evoke his childhood memory all at once.

"How much is it?" Yang Tianlong asked this Chinese compatriot.

"5 euros." The man was less than fifty years old, about the same age as Yang Tianlong's parents.

"Give me three." Yang Tianlong said with a smile.

"it is good."

I gave these three rattles to my own children and Linka's children respectively. The three little kids shook the rattles in their hands. The sound of the drums was sometimes crisp and sometimes loud. The sound is also different.

The three little kids were immediately amused by the "magical" guy in their hands, and couldn't help giggling, with expressions of love.

"What is this?" Suddenly, Jonny stopped in front of a stall of a folk craftsman.

"This is a clay figurine." Yang Tianlong said with a smile.

"It's so beautiful." Looking at the lifelike clay figurine in the hands of the folk craftsman, Jonny couldn't help sighing.

"Several, do you need to pinch a family portrait for you?" the folk artist asked with a smile.

"This gentleman asked if our whole family needs a family portrait?" Yang Tianlong looked at the family and asked.

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Yes, then I will trouble you." Yang Tianlong nodded without thinking.

"Okay, wait a moment." He said as he took out a large lump of reconciliation mud from below.

I saw this folk craftsman sometimes looked at Yang Tianlong and the others, and sometimes looked at the clay figurine in his hand with blazing eyes. His technique was so fast that it was as overwhelming as juggling.

After 10 minutes, the family portrait is done.

When everyone took their own clay figurines, everyone couldn't help admiring them.

"There are still boxes here, be careful not to break them." The craftsman quickly took out another stack of packing boxes from below.

"He said that this is just squeezed out, and it will take a while to dry, so we all better keep it safe now." Yang Tianlong said to everyone with a smile.

Upon hearing this, all the people put their clay figurines into the packing box without thinking, and everyone seemed to be extremely sincere, lest this fragile and exquisite clay statue be in danger. It was destroyed by my own hands.

Holding the clay figurines, everyone continued to move forward. After walking less than 20 meters, a burst of applause came from the position in front of them.

Everyone took a closer look, and saw a fire dragon spraying into the sky all of a sudden, and the raging flames all of a sudden made the surrounding sky glow red.

"What is this?" John asked incredulously.

"It's Huaxia's acrobatic performance." Yang Tianlong said with a smile.

"Looks like a fire dragon?" Franlo said.

"Yes, this is someone performing fire-breathing."

A group of people walked and talked, and when they came to the front, they saw a man in his 30s took a sip of something, then puffed up his cheeks and blew...

All of a sudden a long fire dragon came out of his mouth.

This miraculous scene attracted continuous applause from everyone.

"What's going on here?" John couldn't help turning his eyes to Yang Tianlong who was at the side.

To be honest, Yang Tianlong didn't quite know what was going on.

He had no choice but to be realistic, shook his head, and told everyone that he didn't know.

"These skills look pretty good." Franlo said with a smile, "If I knew this place was so exciting, I would have brought the camera here. Maybe I could win an award next year."

"These are just a small part. In fact, the Spring Festival in China is far more lively than here." Yang Tianlong said.

"It seems that we really have to go to China for the Spring Festival in a certain year in the future." Franlo said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Everyone continued to walk slowly on this short street. Everywhere they went, they were always deeply attracted by the profound historical and cultural heritage of China. It was after twelve o'clock that I returned home.

After returning home, except for Phyllis and Gianni who had already fallen asleep clutching the rattle tightly in their hands, almost everyone remained extremely excited.

Everyone was chatting in the living room, drinking the good tea brought by Yang Dalin from China, and they didn't leave until two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, snowflakes have quietly drifted outside the window...

His wife Elena went to take a shower first, but Yang Tianlong stood in front of the window and admired the snowflakes for a long time before he couldn't help taking out his mobile phone.

The mobile phone has already been surrounded by all kinds of blessing text messages.

Relatives, classmates, and friends at home, Wilmots, Albuquerque, Vasily, Prince Hussein, Mr. Bazar, Claire, Tulalang...

Rosalia did not forget to wish Yang Tianlong a happy Chinese New Year.

And he checked the time, Rosalia's message was sent 10 minutes ago.

"Thank you for your blessings, are you still in South Sudan?" Yang Tianlong quickly edited this message, and then lightly pressed...

(End of this chapter)