Son of the Bone

They came to Santorini, Greece.

The blue and white houses here are like the huts that elves live in in fairy tales. The blue water is so clear that you can see the fish swimming underneath. The whole town is quiet and friendly.

However, the problem is that not many people here speak English, and the official language is Greek, which sounds beautiful but is completely incomprehensible.

The program team had a long memory this time, and decided to change the rules to not allow random alliances, and must be a single team.

In the tavern they invited local actors to perform for them an old play, "Captain Giacumis."

The actors on the stage spoke cheerfully and freely, but the people off the stage were bewildered.

... what are they talking about?

...You don't understand at all? ! !

"Here is the relevant inscription card, and there are corresponding phonetic symbols for reference," the host tried hard to hold back a gloating smile: "Only after the performance on stage is completed and approved by the acting teacher can you leave for the next project."

In fact, the lines are not long, there are about four paragraphs, a total of more than a dozen sentences.

But the problem is that even if the performance is rehearsed over and over again on the stage, and there are cue cards and phonetic symbols in the audience, the unfamiliar language is still like a stumbling block, which makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

Jiang Jue obviously didn't have a big problem in this regard, but Qi Lin and the others were stumped.

They don't quite understand specific sentences and breath control, and they speak like big tongues hesitating.

Jiang Jue glanced at the people on the stage who were speaking eloquently, and suddenly found a piece of paper to translate all these words into Chinese.

It's like writing the English pronunciation as Watts yo insider.

The program team originally wanted to shoot everyone who was frowning and failed the test over and over again. Who would have thought that a certain talented shooter would go directly to the public class and teach them to read it over and over again in the audience.

As soon as Jiang Jue opened his mouth, the other four followed suit like a parrot.

This atmosphere is even earlier than early self-study.

Jiang Jue has been teaching Qi Lin's lines and acting since his freshman year, and now he can teach these four people with ease.

He only took them to read it four or five times, and explained the essentials of sentence punctuation and breathing in several places, and the others basically understood everything.

Lu Fang took the spirit of memorizing the new concept four, and spent more than ten minutes to forcefully memorize all the pronunciations, and the second one passed the test.

Qi Lin followed closely behind, and his articulation was quite clear.

The director smoked silently outside the camera, thinking that you guys have fun and have fun...

The words on Jiang Jue's pronunciation sheet were written neatly and neatly, making it difficult to connect it with some rough pronunciation.

And the second project is to make pottery.

There are many world-famous cultural heritages in Greece, and pottery with highly geometric aesthetics is one of them.

They stepped on the clay in the pot with bare feet, squeezed out most of the air bubbles with artificial force, and then threw the dough on the wheel, and prepared to make small pottery bowls and bowls by the high-speed rotation of the disc. Small clay vase.

This is obviously Zhang Yuan's specialty. It only took him 10 minutes from stepping on the mud to making the bowl. The pottery he fired was thin and beautiful.

Although Qi Lin was splashed with muddy water, fortunately, he was quite enlightened. After six or seven failures, he finally found the way to make a fairly uniform small pottery bowl.

However, Jiang Jue's mentality was about to collapse.

He is not good at making pottery bowls while stepping on a wheel, and the semi-finished products he makes always crack halfway, or turn into crooked neck bowls directly by letting himself go.

Qi Lin patiently accompanied him, not daring to explain and teach, for fear that he would make mistakes if he became anxious.

As a result, after Lu Fang and Cui Meng had finished one after another, he still had no progress.

"Don't panic...you can do it." Qi Lin said gently: "You must control the width of your hands well."

Jiang Jue was already furious, and tried to replace it with a new pottery blank.

"My handwork has always been bad, and I was laughed at when I was in elementary school." He lowered his head and said sullenly: "This piece of mud is just against me."

Qi Lin rarely saw such a childish side of him, and suddenly thought of a certain problem.

"Actually, you really made those stacks of paper." He said, "The ones in the display cabinet in our house, the little peacock Pikachu and the little penguin, were all really made by you."

The clay in Jiang Jue's hand bent into an unimaginable arc like Ultraman's transformation. He simply stopped his bicycle and said in a low voice, "I don't believe it."

"Auntie Jiang told me." Qi Lin said seriously: "She said that when you were young, she taught you to fold paper to coax you to play for a while, and taught you to fold Kawasaki roses by hand."

When he heard the words Kawasaki Rose, Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, and vaguely felt that a door of memory had been locked.

"Kawasaki...rose?" he murmured.

The feeling of familiarity and kindness surged out, and the appearance of the young mother appeared in front of my eyes again.

"You were clever when you were young, and you stacked a large plate of roses, remember?" Qi Lin said persuasively: "Juejue is not stupid, think about it, stacking Pikachu or making clay bowls, which is more difficult? "

Jiang Jue was stunned for a long time, then suddenly said: "It seems... I made it?"

Many memories around the age of three suddenly became real.

After he grew up, he unknowingly forgot a lot of things, but now everything seems to come back suddenly.

"Right?" Qi Lin took another ball of clay with his own hands, and solemnly handed it to him: "So, do you want to give it a try?"

Jiang Jue suddenly took a deep breath and sat upright. While stepping on his feet, he controlled the shape of the mud ball with his palm and fingers, and made a complete pottery bowl in one breath.

No hesitation, no more self-doubt.

The small bowl is uniform in thickness and looks quite beautiful.

"I did it." Jiang Jue looked at Qi Lin and smiled like a child: "It doesn't seem difficult."

Qi Lin thought that my Juejue was so cute even when he was stupid, so he leaned over and kissed him on the face, and said affirmatively, "You did the best."

The directors outside the camera silently pushed away the bowl of dog food, expressing that they really couldn't eat anymore.

However, when the time of the two competitions is combined, Jiang Jue's score alone is the lowest, and he has to accept the corresponding punishment.

The host rolled out a small trolley, which was filled with various delicate snacks, and three or four prepared sea urchins were also placed on it.

"Please push it out to sell it," she said with a smile, "You can't come back to eat until it's sold out."

It turns out that before and after the Persian War, the ancient Greeks paid great attention to distinguishing between urban and rural people.

Rich people in the city are used to taking food in such trolleys, and the trolleys exist like showcases, which can highlight their exquisiteness and wealth.

The food on the trolley has restored the eating habits of the ancient Greeks, all kinds of sturgeon, sweet wine and the like, which look simple and simple.

Jiang Jue responded, and really pushed the cart out to sell.

Qi Lin stared at his figure, and suddenly remembered the little match girl.

So cute... think...

He followed, trying to help him finish his punishment as quickly as possible before dark.

Jiang Jue is still relatively introverted on weekdays. He is pushing a small cart in a strange country by himself, and he is not even ashamed to shout loudly.

Occasionally, old ladies or middle-aged people came to ask prices on the street, but English is not very useful here. Jiang Jue didn't seem to be able to help much except pointing to the price list next to him.

The sun hanging high above the sea is gradually setting, and the sea breeze brings a slight coolness when it blows.

The seagulls are squatting on the eaves and chirping, and the faint sound of waves can be heard in the distance.

Qi Lin took off his coat and put it on for him, and began to help him sell various snacks in Greek.

At this moment, a foreign tourist with blond hair and blue eyes came over and asked in English with a look of surprise: "Are you -- are you the leading actor of "Fairy Painting"?!"

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, then subconsciously nodded.

"Oh my god! You are Edward Bai's child! Oh oh oh——" The foreigner turned his head directly, quickly called the whole family over, and introduced them enthusiastically: "These two are "The Immortal Painting" "The leading role! We went to the second brush last week, remember!"

More and more tourists sensed the restlessness and came over to try to communicate with Jiang Jue in different languages.

People pulled out notebook T-shirts and jackets and asked the two of them to sign them.

And all kinds of food on the trolley were sold out here, and some people even wanted to buy all the trolleys.

Jiang never expected that there would be someone who knew him in such a remote place. Qi Lin beside him consciously helped block all kinds of invitations to hug and shake hands, and professionally raised a business smile to help him deal with various problems.

"He's Jiang Jue! The villain who played "Wild House"!"

"Tony, he wasn't the villain in Wild House, the other guy was..."

More movie fans began to invite the two of them to have a drink, please talk about everything related to "Wild House" and "Fairy Painting".

Qi Lin didn't expect that this matter would be settled so quickly, so he accompanied the uncles to have a glass of beer and sang a piece of "Toast Song" from "La Traviata" in public.

Jiang Juexiao was a little shy, but he started to talk about various behind-the-scenes of "Wild House" with a clear mind.

Many Greeks came over and started to listen to the excitement, and people who could speak English and Greek began to translate directly, and various flashing lights began to flash continuously.

On the other end, the director team received a call from the cameraman: "They... seem to have completed their task."

"No way? So soon?" The assistant director was dubious: "All sold out?"

"It seems that not only it's sold out, but also met a lot of movie fans, they are inviting Qi Lin to drink—" the photographer paused, uncertain: "Why do I seem to see a reporter holding a microphone to interview?"

When Qi Lin and the others came back, the trolley was full.

Enthusiastic movie fans not only gave them a whole case of beer, but also bought a lot of gifts and stuffed them on the car.

Qi Lin drank a whole pitcher of beer and burped inadvertently, like a small fish spitting bubbles.

Jiang Jue handed the cart back with a smile.

"It's done."