Son of the Bone

They spent a total of four days in Greece.

You can feed the seagulls while having breakfast, and you can go for a walk on the beach after a busy night.

If you can settle in such a small town in the future, it seems very good——

Looking at the clear blue sea every morning will make you feel much better.

After the program was all recorded, they flew to India and arrived at the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai.

India is a very strange country.

Tourists can neither deny its prosperity and beauty, nor understand its dirtiness and congestion.

The Taj Mahal Hotel is almost one of the most beautiful hotels in the entire country. The Orthodox church-like shape has a church-like feel, and the color scheme is solemn and gorgeous.

The road outside the hotel is muddy and crowded, and white cattle and yellow cattle can be seen swaggering past on the road.

In this country that respects cows as gods, cows can cross the road unscrupulously on the street, and all cars have to wait patiently when they see it.

Not only that, they even developed a health product drink made of cow urine, and it is said that the sales volume is quite good.

September is approaching, which is a good time for the Elephant God Festival. Vendors are squatting on both sides of the street with small bamboo baskets, and there are places selling flowers on almost every street.

Looking down from the heights of the hotel, you can even glimpse many small dots like color blocks.

Large bouquets of roses, marigolds, and lilies are piled up in flower baskets like tea leaves, all of which are sold by the catty.

Even if the beautiful colors are only red, orange, yellow and blue displayed in one place, the large flower clusters are also beautiful like works of art.

Taking advantage of the time when the program group was still making overall arrangements, Qi Lin and Jiang Jue had dinner and went out for a stroll together.

There is a wet earthy smell in the air, there are chaotic and noisy conversations in the distance, car horns sound from time to time, and the nearby small shops are dilapidated and old, giving people a feeling of dreaming back to the 80s.

They walked through the long street, and vaguely saw the top of the temple, and the peddler who sold lotus flowers nearby was hawking in English with a strong accent, and the syllables were all glued together like rice porridge.

Indians love lotus and think it is holy and auspicious.

The flowers in the market and the streets only sell flowers but not flower branches, and the gorgeous colors in the frames exude fragrance, making people seem to have strayed into the back garden of the royal family.

Qi Lin also found several small shops selling all kinds of jewelry, and couldn't help but lead Jiang Jue to have a look.

All kinds of bracelets, necklaces, nose studs, and bracelets are all made of gold, silver, and copper. The gilt texture shines brightly under the light, and the countless gemstones are shining brightly.

This is also one of the commonly used items to decorate Indian women, and the light and gorgeous sarees are also quite textured.

Qi Lin suddenly wanted to buy something to go back and shoot the MV for his new album.

As a male entertainer, he has had some decorations since he was about [-] or [-] years old, which is used to decorate himself when performing on stage or attending announcements.

Later, I gradually only wore a necklace or ring, and occasionally secretly put on a choker for Jiang Jue while he was asleep, and kissed his super beautiful neck quietly.

Choker is abstinent and ambiguous, even if it is worn around the neck of this sleeping man, there is a secret sense of taboo.

After wearing it, Qi Lin looked left and right, trying to control the urge to buy him a drawer of various jewelry.

But after Jiang Jue woke up, he didn't resist much, looked at the mirror for a while, and then accepted the gift.

There is ancient incense in the jewelry store, and Hindi songs are still playing indistinctly on the radio.

The boss is used to these customers who only take pictures but don't buy, and flip through the newspaper beside him with a cigarette in his mouth.

Brass and silver swayed with the night wind, bracelets, necklaces and necklaces fell in mid-air like fruit, and the whole shop was full of exotic atmosphere.

Qi Lin picked out some long chains and small decorations, and paid the money quickly.

While waiting, Jiang Jue was looking at the nearby snack bars. Although he was a little moved by the glutinous rice rolls wrapped with flowers and strawberries, he decided not to go there for the safety of his stomach.

When shooting the next day, everyone slept soundly and looked very good.

"Good morning--"

The host wore a long dress with Indian characteristics and warmed up for the first round of games in the hotel lobby.

"We are going to the largest flower market in Mumbai - Dadar! Everyone has a free consumption amount of [-] rupees, but please remember to complete the task!"

Cui Meng consciously wore long clothes and trousers, trying to cover up all the body parts that would be exposed on weekdays as much as possible.

She was obviously not at ease, and Lu Fang next to her said that if she was afraid, she could go with him.

The first game was really about flowers.

Contestants should carry 660 six flowers with them, and take them from Dadar to another designated place without missing a single flower.

All flowers can be bought in this big bazaar, but no plastic bags or other containers are allowed.

At the same time as the referee gave the order, Qi Lin subconsciously held Jiang Jue's hand and ran out.

They quickly entered the crowd, and began to think about countermeasures while picking a flower shop.

"Wrapped around the neck—and the arms."

"The top of the head," Jiang Jue subconsciously said, "It can be placed on the head. It would be more convenient if you can buy a hat or a scarf."

The program group still requires one person and one team, so they simply started to quickly help each other wear wreaths.

Counting to six and counting to 110 is actually very easy to confuse.

According to the referee's interpretation, the person with the smallest deviation from this number and the shortest time is the only winner-everyone else will be punished.

Qi Lin rarely wears so many flowers——

With Jiang Jue's assistance, he wore lotus bracelets on both wrists, three long garlands around his neck, and two small garlands on his ears.

Jiang Jue even bought two large headscarves, wrapped the tops of each other's heads in the shape of a hill like Indians, and let the garlands wrap round and round in the direction of the scarves.

As a result, the two of them were like scarecrows, almost staggering when they walked.

Jiang Jue looked like an elf in a stage play, with a lot of acacias around his ears, and a bunch of roses on his wrists.

The complex and gorgeous petals set off the fair complexion of both of them, but unfortunately the big snake-calling scarves still spoil the image a bit.

The two of them wobbled through the crowded traffic and crowds, bypassed the big ox rubbing its head against the fire hydrant, and then turned and followed the guidance to go upstairs.

"I feel like Xiao Qi who is moulting," Qi Lin tried hard to control the shaking of his body: "I lost my hair all the way."

Jiang Jue held back his smile, and said solemnly: "You have come all the way, and you are really sending flowers to each other."

The two of them just walked two streets like this, and two or three flowers would drop after walking a few steps.

When he really reached the finish line, Jiang Jue stopped him suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Qi Lin asked curiously.

"Let's count."

Originally, the two of them were just 660 six before they set off, but now Jiang Jue only has 560 seven flowers left on his body, and Qi Lin's is slightly better, with more than 600 left.

"What a pity," Qi Lin regretted, "If I hadn't been bumped by that uncle just now, I wouldn't have lost so much."

Jiang Jue didn't say a word, but lowered his head and pulled off his coat.

Suddenly, as if by magic, he began pulling string after string of garlands out of his belly.

Qi Lin: ...? ? ?

Jiang Jue was directly in front of him, just like swallowing a sword, he took out all the garlands around his waist in a daze——

All are fragile jasmine flowers, small but numerous.

"Come on, return more and make up less." He held the pile of flowers with a calm expression: "I don't want to eat some weird things later."

Qi Lin couldn't help laughing: "It's really you."

With the help of their hands and feet, they continued to hang up several more. Now the two of them are all colorful, just like Christmas trees.

The two walked into the hall again and began to be checked by the referee.

Zhang Yuan had already been sitting inside drinking tea and resting, and the sign next to him was written 644 with a marker.

"Jiang Jue, 660 one."

"Qi Lin, 660 seven."

Before the words were finished, the other two rushed back panting, obviously the journey was not going well.

"Lu Fang, 530 two."

"Cui Meng, 690 one."

Qi Lin blinked, and suddenly realized that Jiang Jue was about to be punished.

It must be that there are too many flowers to count just now, and my eyes are blurred, so I can't figure them out.

The host clapped his hands, and then a hostess came over with two plates of drinks.

Jiang Jue's face turned pale.

If it's cow urine drink, he's out of the race - absolutely no way to drink that stuff!

But when the tray lid is lifted, it doesn't seem so bad.

The clear liquid was served in a beautiful tulip-shaped glass, topped with a slice of lemon and served with mint.

"This can't be cow urine, right?" Cui Meng said with a vigilant expression, "The program team won't collapse to such an extent, right?!"

"No, this is Shikanji, one of the most popular soda drinks in India." The host smiled and said, "You just passed their store, and there are many people queuing up to buy it on weekdays."

When Jiang Jue heard these words, he vaguely remembered something.

At that time, Qi Lin was bumped by an uncle, just when he turned his head and saw those people making juice in the transparent window.

A group of uncles put lemon and turmeric powder in the cups, and all kinds of weird things.

Really...is it good to drink?

He sighed inwardly, and went over to take two sips.

"Huh?" Jiang Jue showed a slightly surprised expression, and said with a smile, "It's quite thirst-quenching. It tastes very sweet, like lemon."

He simply drank the whole glass with a rather contented expression.

Qi Lin leaned over suspiciously, and asked curiously, "Shall I try it too?"

The staff poured him a new glass. He lowered his head and sniffed it, and then drank the whole glass happily.

“Like Sprite! Fried chicken is refreshing!”

The other three took a cup suspiciously, and two of them were exhausted from running all morning, so they simply took a big gulp.

"Bah, bah, bah, what the hell is this!!!"