After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

An Rao's pace gradually slowed down. They had been walking for more than an hour, but they were still in the mountains.

Seeing Lin Jingxi's Toyota car speeding past, and seeing tall horses strutting past, and finally the loud noise from the tractor, and Du Yueling's dissatisfied scolding.

An Rao stopped and kicked the toes of his shoes, trying to minimize the friction of his heels.

A mere [-] kilometers was not a difficult task for Chu Guannan. He would run around the lake behind the community every morning, and he was used to it.

As soon as Chu Guannan turned his head, he saw that An Rao was already more than ten meters behind, walking very slowly, and stopped to punch his shoes after two steps.

He also slowed down.

An Rao felt that the wound on his heel was getting bigger and bigger, like a small knife grinding flesh and blood.

He finally stopped, leaning on the tree trunk and slowly took off his shoes to check.

The sock was torn off with flesh and blood, and he gasped in pain.

Chu Guannan walked back, looked at the blood-stained socks, pondered for a moment, then suddenly committed himself to An Rao and said, "Come up."

An Rao shook his head: "No need, I don't know how long we have to go, it's hard to walk to the city center with me on your back."

Chu Guannan took his hand without saying a word, picked up his shoes casually, and lifted his butt up on his back.

An Rao was at a loss and hugged his neck tightly, but he still said "Put me down, I'm heavy".

Chu Guannan raised his eyes and looked ahead, and said softly, "It's not heavy, it's like a feather."

This, this, this is probably the first time Chu Guannan joked with An Rao.

His little heart suddenly beat violently.

Chu Guannan's side face was half hidden in the thick fog, as if a layer of soft light filter had been applied, infinitely magnifying the advantages of his facial features.

When I met him for the first time, I confirmed that sentence:

Too gorgeous facial features will give people a sense of indifference and alienation. At that time, An Rao never thought that the two of them would be so close one day.

And Chu Guannan was also the first person to ignore the buff of An Rao's beauty and leave him alone in the bathroom. It seems that the buff is only a matter of time now, but it will never be reversed.

An Rao secretly smiled and hugged his neck tightly.

When the two came to the urban area, Chu Guannan seemed a little exhausted, and his pace slowed down significantly.

But he still pushed An Rao up with all his strength, and didn't intend to let him down.

The VJ who followed the two of them walked for [-] kilometers and was completely exhausted. Once they reached the destination, the camera was gone, and they slumped on the ground and gasped heavily.

"Mr. Chu, you are so capable of leaving, I'm afraid."

It is 09:30 in the morning, and the streets of Manchester are bustling like a fairy tale world.

An Rao's eyes widened curiously, twisting on Chu Guannan's back, trying to have a panoramic view of the whole street.

Chu Guannan put An Rao on the bench in front of an antique shop and wanted to rest for a while.

Through the window, An Rao looked in curiously.

The things sold inside look very old-fashioned, with antiques from both the East and the West, and the atmosphere of old movies.

He saw a wood carving of a little angel. The little angel is very cute, but the following price is also very cute:

53 pounds.

Below the price tag is a row of small English characters:

[Ornament of Queen Mary's bedside table in the 13th century. 】

Chu Guannan wiped the fine sweat off his chin, and seeing An Rao staring at the wooden little angel intently, he asked in a low voice for a while:

"want to?"

An Rao wanted it, maybe it was because of his eyes. Although there are many such things in China, what he lacks is a sense of history, so he can't take his eyes away after just one glance.

But at £53, it's a bit pricey.

At this time, a fat middle-aged man with a big beard came out of the store. He walked up to the two of them and asked in English:

"What do you two want to buy?"

An Rao waved his hand and replied in English: "We're just looking around casually. I'm sorry to disturb your business. Let's go."

The bearded store manager looked him up and down, opened the window and took out the wooden carved little angel and asked, "Do you like this?"

An Rao nodded, then shook his head embarrassingly: "But we don't have enough money."

The bearded man shrugged and said with a smile: "It's okay, I don't have any customers here anyway, so I'll give it to you if you like it."

Is there such a good thing?

I'm afraid I didn't run into a fairy dancing.

The bearded man seemed to see An Rao's hesitation, and stretched out his index finger: "But I have a condition."

He smiled mysteriously: "Whatever you get from others, you have to give back accordingly. Of course, it doesn't have to be a monetary return."

An Rao didn't say anything yet, but Chu Guannan was a little unhappy when he heard this.

He frowned and pulled An Rao up into his arms, looking at the bearded man warily.

An Rao broke away from Chu Guannan's embrace, limped to the front of the bearded man, his eyes were shining like stars: "Then what do you like?"

The bearded man snapped his fingers and twisted his body: "Music."

An Rao came to his senses, looked around in his shop, and finally his eyes fell on the pipa hanging on the wall.

"Uncle, can I borrow it?"

The bearded man spread his hands: "It's up to you."

An Rao sat on the high stool at the door with his pipa in his arms, stood up the pipa, and half covered his jade face.

Seeing this posture, several passers-by slowed down and looked over curiously.

"Let's go see what we're doing."

"Asian monkeys are just eye-catching, nothing to look at."

Two people dressed as students sneered and hurried past.

An Rao glanced at them, sat up straight and put the pipa on his lap.

At the beginning, the left hand rubbed the strings, and the right hand picked them lightly. The prelude was low and slow, accompanied by a small climax, the five fingers of the right hand slid flexibly, and the string sounds popped up like jade beads falling into a jade plate.

Thin white fingers stroking the strings, combined with the long and long strings, instantly smeared the ancient Gothic streets of Manchester with a fairy-like bogus style.

The bearded man stood aside, couldn't help clapping his hands, and let out an "OMG" in admiration.

An Rao's nimble fingers are like dancing white butterflies, fluttering around the strings, stirring the inner strings with double-wheel fingering, Lin Laiquan's rhyme attracts people's imagination.

The bearded man blinked and found that his clothes had changed. He was wearing a robe with sleeves and the sleeves were decorated with oriental cloud and thunder patterns. In a trance, he seemed to be standing outside Chang'an City, looking at the magnificent and resplendent city palace. , the mood is surging like a tide.

He started to dance the oriental folk dance to the music, just jumping wildly, swaying his limbs softly, like seaweed floating with the sea.

More and more foreigners gathered around, and they all took out their mobile phones to take pictures. A middle-aged elder sister curiously asked the person next to her what instrument she was playing, and expressed that she wanted her daughter to learn it too.

On the streets of Manchester, a slender and fair young man sits tall, his fingers are flexible like butterflies, and a melodious and long-lasting tune with a touch of sadness is scattered.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were as black as jade, shining with luster, sinking on the slightly raised corners of his eyes, the thin white mist in the city streaked across the tall nose bridge, and wrapped around the corners of his bright red lips.

For a while, the onlookers didn't know whether to look at the pipa or the little fairy who strayed into the mortal world.

As the fingers smoothly pluck the last string, the performance ends.

"Great! Is this the Chinese demeanor!" There was warm applause from the crowd.

"It's so beautiful! You must travel to China!"

There are also those who are particularly enthusiastic and insist on taking An Rao to take a photo.

An Rao suddenly became a little celebrity on the street. Whether it was a native of Manchester or a tourist from all over the world, they took a group photo with An Rao one by one, and expressed the hope that he would play another song. trip to England.

His mother liked the national style very much, whether it was art or music, so An Rao was sent to learn pipa when he was seven years old.

At that time, An Rao still felt aggrieved, thinking that the pipa was played by girls, and he was reluctant every time he went to class. Now, he is very grateful to the teacher who hit his calf with a stick when he played a wrong note.

The follow-up VJ saw this scene and covered his face with tears.

They had investigated before they came, and there was serious racism here, and they thought it would be impossible to please them here, but An Rao's song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" broke the secular prejudice against skin color.

Sure enough, art has no borders!

Lin Jingxi and Shen Yi were wandering on the street and were attracted by the crowd of onlookers, and saw An Rao being surrounded by a group of foreigners to take pictures.

Lin Jingxi looked at Shen Yi and smiled meaningfully: "I thought there was a monkey show here, but it turned out to be An Rao."

Shen Yi felt that these words were a bit harsh, so he smiled helplessly, and looked up at An Rao.

The bearded man walked up to An Rao with the wooden angel in his arms, and patted him on the shoulder: "You are amazing, here, I promise you."

An Rao got the small wooden sculpture of an angel and bowed to thank him.

The bearded store manager had a chat with An Rao, and learned that they were here to film a variety show, and that they were trying to make money.

"It just so happens that I still need a clerk here, would you like to help me for a day?"

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

An Rao nodded in agreement.

Lin Jingxi also leaned over and asked with a standard London accent: "The store manager and we are a team, I wonder if you still need someone here?"

Who doesn't know how to please the public, playing a pipa can go to heaven?

The bearded man looked at An Rao with some embarrassment, and asked him if they really knew each other.

An Rao looked at Lin Jingxi and smiled meaningfully.

Of course he knew about the smallness in Lin Jingxi's heart.

In the original text, Lin Jingxi was set up as a top student, with a standard London accent that even the locals would be ashamed of, and a business prodigy who could make a lot of money by doing whatever he wanted.

In the original text, when he was recording this episode, he started to work in a fried chicken restaurant. Relying on the aura of the protagonist, he revived the fried chicken restaurant that was about to close down. The boss was so excited that he wanted to give him the entire restaurant.

So he was certainly not reconciled to being robbed of the limelight by a cannon fodder supporting role.

An Rao looked at the bearded man: "Yes, if possible, I would like to work with an acquaintance."

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