An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

"I think your companion can follow us by car." Chretien smiled softly.

Xu Qiao looked back at Xiaowen and Daniel, and the off-road vehicle had already caught up not far away, calling them to get on the car.He nodded, turned over and sat on the horse with Chretien's palm.

Chretien took the rein and pulled it lightly, the horse hoofed twice, and walked forward meekly.

Xu Siyi walked to the computer and sat down, frowning unconsciously, and the frown deepened when he saw the barrage floating across the screen.

[A gentle man, his horses are all gentle whining]

[I want all the contact information of this handsome guy in 1 minute]

[To be reasonable, these two people in the same frame are really eye-catching]

Xiaowen and Daniel got on the off-road vehicle and continued to search for suitable shots.

"I also want to ride a horse." Xiaowen stared at the two people on the horseback and sighed leisurely.It's not much more interesting to let your horse run freely on the prairie than to hide in an off-road vehicle.

Gong Sheng tapped his head: "Take your camera well."

Xiaowen curled his lips and pointed the camera at the two people on the horse.

Chretien was tall, wearing a straw hat, and his clothes were worn white and torn in many places, but these did not detract from his demeanor in the slightest.

Xu Qiao behind him was slimmer, and the two of them turned their heads to communicate from time to time.

Wanting to say something else, Xiaowen glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw a Google page on the screen of Daniel's mobile phone, with a photo of Chretien hanging on it, and a long list of introductions below.

It seems that Daniel is also a little curious about Chretien.

Xiaowen leaned over to take a look, and the dense English on it made him a little dizzy, but thinking about it, he should be a very powerful person who can have such a long introduction on Google.

Daniel understood Xiaowen's English level, so he pointed to the photo on the page and gave a thumbs up. Xiaowen nodded to show that he understood, and they winked at each other.

Dale held the steering wheel, thought for a while and said to Gong Sheng: "I seem to have heard of Chretien. Oh, I remembered, he came to the Serengeti prairie more than a year ago. France is quite famous, and the indigenous tribes here welcome him."

On the other side, Chretien was chatting with Xu Qiao behind him.

"I'm in the Hadzabi tribe, a small camp with thirty members." Chretien was riding on the horse, looking sideways at Xu Qiao behind him.

This young man from the East has very long eyelashes, and when he lowered his eyes, he cast a shadow under his eyelids.He has a special aura about him, he seems friendly and easy to get close to, but there is a vague sense of distance.

Xu Qiao raised her eyes and met his gaze: "Have you lived here for more than a year?"

"Yes, more than a year. This is a magical land, except for these countless animals." Chretien looked at a group of wildebeest not far away, "This is also one of the places with the most complete preservation of indigenous culture .”

Xu Qiao herself has also done research in the world of books, and understands the love and dedication of these scholars for their majors, so she has a little more affection for Chretien: "Then how long will you stay here?"

Chretien didn't answer, but cast his eyes on the vast land, and asked after a while: "How about you, Joe? How long will you stay here?"

"About ten days." This recording will last for ten days on the Serengeti prairie, maybe it will end early, maybe it will be postponed due to accidents, in short, it is almost this number.

Chretien nodded and said nothing.

[Is there a big guy who can give me a translator, it’s outrageous if I can’t understand the dialogue at all]

[Come here, here comes the little vegetable chicken translator, probably he asked Qiao Qiao how long he would stay in the grassland, and Qiao Qiao told him ten days]

[How does it feel like he was instantly lost when he heard Qiao Qiao answering 2333]

[Obviously he is reluctant to let Jojo go]

Xu Siyi looked at the barrage and couldn't help but send a message: "It's just a normal conversation, don't get it wrong."

[Sister is happy, children don't be ky]

Xu Siyi frowned when he saw the ID of the spokesperson of this barrage bearing the ID of "Head of Siyi's Harem".

It didn't take long for everyone to arrive at the indigenous tribe. The sound of the off-road vehicle's engine alarmed the people in the camp. The Hadzabes ran out one after another with bows and arrows in their hands. It was only when Raetien relaxed.

After Chretien got off his horse, he helped Xu Qiao down, and when he stood still, he walked up to the Hadzabi people and communicated with them in Hadzabi language.

The two translators of the column group looked at each other and said in a low voice, "There seem to be very few people in the world who understand both English and Hadzabi."

Amazement and admiration thickened in his eyes.

After understanding the situation clearly, the Hadzabes in the camp looked at everyone with a reserved smile on their faces. There was no rejection of outsiders on their faces, and they were more curious.

The children in the camp looked curiously at the nearly gigantic off-road vehicle and watched them climb up and down on the vehicle. Gong Sheng laughed and didn't stop it. He just told him to be careful not to damage the equipment.

Chretien acted as an interpreter, and everyone chatted with the Hadzabes, and the atmosphere improved a lot after getting acquainted.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the setting sun reflected the distant sky in a gorgeous orange-red color, and the yellow-green grass was swaying in the breeze like waves.

The soft light outlines the silhouettes of the animals on the grassland. The temperature is getting cooler, and the large animals that are lazy during the day start hunting, and the roar of beasts can be heard from time to time in the distance.

A bonfire was lit in the camp, and the prey caught during the day was placed on the bonfire, and the Hadzabes sang rhythmically around the bonfire.

Everyone in the column group was also invited to sit around, with completely different skin colors and languages. A group of people also talked and laughed, sharing food.

Instead of enjoying the food of these indigenous people in vain, the column team took out a lot of canned fruit snacks on the off-road vehicle and gave them to the children.

I want to give some more banknotes, thinking that these people are almost isolated from the world and useless, seeing that they are still using the traditional and cumbersome way of making fire and handling prey, I presented a few lighters and Swiss army knives.

The natives who got the lighters and Swiss army knives were very happy, and became more and more enthusiastic towards everyone.

Chretien sat next to Xu Qiao and handed him a water bottle: "Their material development is still in a primitive state. They don't raise livestock and don't cultivate land. They migrate on the grassland with the change of dry season and rainy season. They rely entirely on hunting and gathering. For a living. There will be a lot of starvation because they can't kill prey, but most of the time they are happy."

Staring at the smiles on the faces of these singing and dancing Hadzabis, Xu Qiao was a little dazed, and after a while she showed an apologetic smile to Chretien: "I can see it."

The Hadzabes, with their astonishing customs and way of life, hold a strong fascination for folklorists like Chrétien.

Suddenly, a native kid ran over and said something to Chretien.

Chretien smiled and nodded, took his banjo and played it.

The night gradually draws to a close.The night is clear, the sky is clear, and you can clearly see the stars above your head.The crisp and bright sound of the piano floated in the night under the stars, and a group of indigenous people sang and danced along with the sound of the piano.

It can be seen that Chretien is very popular with this group of people, and Hadzabi people come to interact with him from time to time.

The campfire swayed in the boundless wilderness, and laughter and singing echoed on the grassland.

Chretien played and sang among them, and his face became more and more tender under the soft firelight.

The tune he plays is simple and warm, without gorgeous arrangements, and the melody is not complicated, but under the night in the wilderness, it is very touching.

Xiaowen and Daniel focused on the French man, which will undoubtedly be an excellent segment in the second documentary.

[It sounds so nice...]

[My eyelids are already fighting, but I still hold on to watch the live broadcast]

It is already two or three o'clock in the morning in China.

Xu Siyi pursed his lips and stared at the screen, pressed his sore eyes, got up and poured himself a cup of coffee, and came back to continue watching.

After playing a piece of music, seeing Xu Qiao's eyes on his banjo, Chretien asked, "Want to play?"

Xu Qiao looked away and shook her head: "I don't know how to play the banjo."

"I'll teach you." As he said, Chretien put the banjo in Xu Qiao's hand. He maintained a polite demeanor, pressed on Xu Qiao's fingers, and taught him how to play.

The banjo is very similar to the sanxian. Seeing that Xu Qiao picked it up quickly and played it decently, Chretien was a little surprised: "Joe, you are really good."

Xu Qiao lowered her eyes and continued to press the strings: "There is a Chinese instrument called Sanxian that is very similar to it."

Chretien pronounced the word "Sanxian" with some difficulty, chewed it a few more times, and raised his head after memorizing it, and said, "You must be very good at this instrument, and I hope to have the honor to hear it."

[The translator came again, Qiao Qiao said that the sanxian is very similar to the banjo, he said that Qiao Qiao must be very good at the sanxian, I want to hear it]

[Thanks to the ladies and sisters who translated online, I love you for your hard work! ! ]

[Not only is it good at! ]

[Xu Qiao played the sanxian absolutely, I can't forget the part he played in Guofeng]

Xu Qiao returned the banjo in his hand: "If you come to China, you will have many chances to hear it."

Chretien took the piano and stared at Xu Qiao with deep eyes.

He has a young and handsome oriental face, and the beating bonfire is reflected in the eyes drawn out like an oriental ink painting.

"I think I'll go," Chretien whispered.

On a night without lights, accompanied by music, starlight and bonfires, Hadzabi children ran over to invite Xu Qiao, took him by the hand and brought him to the crowd, leading him to dance an African dance.

Xu Qiao didn't want to reject a child, but he didn't know how to dance this kind of African dance, so he rarely showed a little embarrassment surrounded by the crowd.

Fortunately, he has a foundation in dancing, and soon he followed the steps of the Hadzabes.

[Saw me Joe dancing again, shed tears of emotion]

[Jojo dances this kind of wild and unrestrained African dance, and it’s amazing hahahahahaha]

Chretien watched Xu Qiao's dance steps from sluggishness to smoother and smoother, and picked up his banjo again.

Soft singing spread, this time in French.

"To the memories we made together

Dedicated to the future, especially to the present

Dedicated to the well-being of this ancient planet

It's something we rarely care about

dedicate to us

to those hopes and fantasies

Dedicated to our first encounter in the future

......"