"Boss Chang, I heard from my subordinates that you were playing here too, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect it was really you. This is the place where I was born. Today, I came over to take a look. What a coincidence."
While being warm, Silia explained that he was not following him. He knew that this handsome Chinese young man was not someone to be trifled with, and he could not afford to offend him at the moment.
His eyes fell on the woman next to Chang Mian, and he smiled brightly: "Boss Chang has come all the way, can you satisfy my feeling of friendship as a landlord?"
Chang Mian shrugged, nodded slightly, and at the same time took Chang Shang's hand and hugged it.
Silia smiled politely: "Please."
…
It turns out that today is the wedding day of Silia's youngest sister, who is marrying the son of the tribe leader. The smell of roasted whole sheep is everywhere, and the sound of drums and singing fills Changshang's ears.
She also put on the attire of the local wedding team, and the simple and cheerful melody seemed to make her forget all her worries, until Chang Mian pulled her out of the crowd.
It was already night, and the stars were shining brightly.
Chang Shang sat quietly next to Chang Mian. Chang Mian enjoyed fine wine and food with Silia and the local tribal chief, while she enjoyed the bonfire party next to her.
The chief asked people to bring the roasted whole lamb and put it on a large copper plate. Black servants came over with silver basins to wash their hands. After washing their hands, they gathered around the roasted whole lamb and ate it with their hands.
Chang Mian held a glass of locally brewed liquor, hugged her and talked and laughed with the others. The strong smell of the liquor was a bit pungent.
Chang Shang frowned and endured.
But her eyes followed a group of singing and dancing girls. They were beating the cheerful drums, and the decorations on their ankles and arms made sweet sounds as they danced.
"Want to play too?" Chang Mian saw that she was absent-minded.
Chang Shang nodded fiercely.
"Go ahead."
After receiving the amnesty, Chang Shang got up immediately. Silia patted Chang Mian on the shoulder. After drinking a little too much, he got a little carried away and called Chang Mian brothers: "Boss Chang, is that your wife? She loves singing and love as much as my sister.
dance."
Chang Mian smiled at him while holding the wine.
His eyes followed Chang Chang who couldn't wait to merge into the group of singing and dancing foreign girls. She was wearing a colorful long skirt of a tribal girl, with a necklace carved from ivory and jewels hanging around her neck, and a band around her ankles and wrists.
Strings of shells, bracelets and anklets connected with animal bones and bells, to the bright drum music, she learned the dance steps of tribal girls, dancing awkwardly, happily and openly...
The tinkling sound of the bell came, and for a moment, he looked a little dazed.
In the bright yellow bonfire, a lively and outspoken girl seemed to walk out, winking at him, and there seemed to be hallucinations in her ears. A tinkling bell with a sweet and stubborn voice called him with her mouth pouting: "Prostitute, thief... big whore,
Thief...whore, thief, let me see where you are running away...whore, thief, why don't you believe me..."
Chang Mian stared blankly at the laughter and laughter, and unknowingly, it wasn't until his face felt cold that he realized he was crying.
He shook his head violently, and the illusion no longer existed in the firelight.
Chang Mian tried hard to recall, but found nothing. He pressed his eyebrows and said to himself: Drunk?
It seems that he really drank too much.
"Tou, are you going back? The helicopter is already outside the tribe." Aoyu saw Chang Mian waving to him and immediately walked over to ask.