The first stop in Magnesium Country is Los Angeles.
At the same time that Ye Wan and the other two walked out of the hotel, the "Come on, make it happen" channel was officially launched in the live broadcast room of Travel Notes.
Blue sky and white clouds.
Foreign country.
A group of five guests who were talking and laughing.
The picture is strange and harmonious, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the relaxed and comfortable mood.
"Sister, where can we go to make fun of ourselves?"
Glancing at the drone hanging overhead, Sister Ling lowered her voice and asked Ye Wan.
"Let's go and see..."
Ye Wan held Sister Ling's arm and looked around, "I have many ideas, but some of them are destined to be impossible to realize. In order to live up to Director Ning's hard work, I can only reluctantly give up."
I thought about Ye Wan's previous talk about going to the casino to gamble and go to the midnight bar to see the charming dancers.
Sister Ling and the four of them looked at each other with uncontrollable laughter on their faces.
Had a meal and drank coffee.
When the weather became gloomy at noon, Ye Wan and the other five walked to a square where people were coming and going.
There are fountains and white doves occasionally flying up and down.
In a corner of the street, there were a few wandering singers singing.
There are men and women, old and young.
At first glance, the wandering singing group seemed nondescript.
I don’t know if they didn’t sing well enough or if they didn’t choose the right time. Pedestrians came and went in a hurry, but few people were willing to stop and listen to their singing.
When Ye Wan and the other five walked over, the eyes of the young man with brown hair and blue eyes who was holding the guitar lit up, and he started singing even harder.
There is a note in the guitar box on the ground: raise funds for the displaced children in XX continent so that they can avoid the suffering of survival.
After singing the song, seeing that no one among the five very good-looking people had the intention to help, the young man holding the guitar looked at Sister Ling and said, "Hello, please show your kindness and help our children.
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Sister Ling knows a little Chinese English and can understand it, but she doesn't know how to speak it.
But Sister Ling was not panicked at all and looked back at Ye Wan.
Ye Wan started communicating with the young man.
The guitarist's name is Alex, and his real profession is a church teacher.
The church has raised many children who were abandoned or orphaned due to various reasons such as war, disease, etc.
And because the children are too young, the church receives too few charitable donations, so the teachers in the church have to find other ways to raise funds on their own to support the children in the church.
They came early in the morning and sang all morning, but they only raised a few dozen dollars.
Seeing Ye Wan's careful questioning, as if she saw hope, Alex took out her phone and opened the photo album, showing her the photos of the church and the children.
It is said to be a church, but there are only a few wooden houses.
The adults in the photo, except for a gentle and kind old woman, are all here.
But there are more than ten children.
The oldest is less than ten years old.
The youngest one is still in the swaddling clothes in the old woman's arms.
"Handsome gentlemen, beautiful ladies, please help us!"
Alex's eyes were sincere.
Sister Ling and Cheng Shiyuan immediately donated generously.
They were stopped by Fei Ge and He Sichen respectively.
The four of them looked at Ye Wan together.
Alex also looked over.
Although it only took a short moment, Alex could tell that among the five Chinese tourists, the most beautiful girl was both the youngest and the boss among the five.
"If I say that we can help you attract more pedestrians instead of providing monetary help, will you accept it?"
Ye Wan asked.
In other words, you won’t give them money?
Alex was stunned for a moment, and a huge surprise bloomed between his eyebrows, "Really? If so, that would be great!"
"Sister, sister..."
Sister Ling looked around, looking at the empty square with only them and them, "Are you...sure?"