The reporter didn't think twice and immediately changed his contact information with Chen Xing.
It’s not that he suddenly recognized Chen Xing, but he had the intention of letting Chen Xing be a model for him... Although he is a young reporter for an online media, he is also a photographer. I dare to ask which photographer does not
Covetous for a good model?
After a while, Chen Xing stood on the podium.
Uncle Qian'er personally issued the championship certificate and hung a gold medal on him in a decent manner.
Seeing that Chen Xing didn’t care much, he even said:
"Don't really think that Naadam is just a regional tourism project. This is the most traditional sports meeting for Mongolians. If you go out to participate in other horse racing and talk about your award-winning experience, oh, others will look at you highly.
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"Non-professional group." Chen Xing reminded.
"If you don't tell me, who would know? A non-professional is not the Naadam Horse Racing Champion?"
Uncle Qian always makes sense, Chen Xing doesn't argue with him, and the atmosphere is harmonious.
After handing out the certificates and medals, Uncle Qian said to Chen Xing: "Have you made a date for dinner? Let's have a drink together?"
"No problem, but I still have two friends."
"Call us together, there will be a lot of fun."
Uncle Qian left, and Chen Xing hadn't finished his work yet. The sunset on the grassland at this moment was just the light he wanted. He quickly called Zhou Peng and the two of them to take pictures. Zhou Peng didn't even say the word "congratulations" before Chen Xing was
Urged to change clothes.
After changing clothes and walking on the way to the venue, Qin Xinlei said: "You are so handsome when you are riding a horse."
"Haha, really, aren't you afraid that Zhou Peng will be jealous?"
"He? Lose some weight."
Zhou Peng ignored this argument. On one side was his brother whom he had known for many years, and on the other side was the bride-to-be whom he had known more deeply. They were the two people he trusted the most in the world. If his wife wanted to be insulted, she could be insulted.
How about a piece of meat?
If you really want to lose weight, you have to work hard.
He turned around and said to Chen Xing:
"Do you remember the TV series we used to watch? I was so envious when I saw people riding horses in them. I said that one day I would ride a horse like this. Now you have fulfilled our childhood ideal."
Hearing what he said, Chen Xing also thought about it and said, "Yes, if you work hard these days, it's not difficult to ride a horse."
"Hmph, I'm almost here too."
No matter what, I have to practice riding horses these days and let Chen Xing take photos of myself.
It's a pity that I have only a small amount of head left. Maybe no matter how much I run, I won't be able to be as elegant as Chen Xing.
The process of taking photos went very smoothly. Qin Xinlei was not afraid of the camera, and Zhou Peng himself was a photography enthusiast and knew how to make things look more natural, so he took dozens of usable photos in just one hour.
How many will be chosen in the end will be a matter of later stages.
After the shooting, Chen Xing checked the camera lens, put away the camera, and said to the two of them: "Uncle Qian invited us to dinner tonight, will you go?"
"A real date? Don't just date you, call us by the way."
Chen Xing thought for a while and said: "I don't think he means that, so just have a casual meal."
"Then go and watch his cross talk for so many years."
"I haven't had dinner with a celebrity yet." Qin Xinlei said with a timid tone.
She was a little worried, thinking that such a big star would have a lot of style when eating? She didn't understand this, so she didn't want to make a fool of herself.
"What do you think a star is? Isn't he just a human being?" Chen Xing said comfortingly.
Don't think that celebrities are far away from themselves. In fact, some celebrities may seem very famous, but when you get in touch with them, you will find that they are very vulgar. Compared with these celebrities, Chen Xing feels that Qin Xinlei's temperament is really cold.
If he were allowed to choose, Chen Xing would definitely be willing to shoot Qin Xinlei instead of the so-called celebrity.
He also revealed some information to the two of them:
"I was on a business trip to an island country before. When the local photographer invited me to dinner, there were several celebrities who are very popular in our country. Fans shouted "husband and wife" online every day. In fact, they were just a few toasting machines."
"Who?" Zhou Peng started gossiping.
"I can't talk about this anymore." Chen Xing was mysterious. Finally, he was so pestered by Zhou Peng that he had no choice but to whisper his name in his ear.
Zhou Peng's tone suddenly became louder: "Really?"
"What are you lying to?"
Chen Xing was still talking about a not-so-secret topic in the entertainment industry. If Zhou Peng knew the styles of the entertainment industry in Europe and the United States, he would probably give up inheriting the family business and turn around and work hard to improve his status as a photographer.
Qin Xinlei was also curious and asked: "Who are you talking about?"
Zhou Peng immediately retracted his surprised face and united with Chen Xing, who had previously refused to name him, and shouted: "What do you do if you know so much?"
"Are you itchy?"
Qin Xinlei immediately forgot to ask her name and started fooling around with Zhou Peng.
Chen Xing looked at it with a smile on his face, and sighed as he looked at it. Such a life-like love is so good. At this time, he missed his girlfriend who had not been seen for a long time tenfold. He secretly made a phone call to talk on the phone.
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In fact, there is no need to add the word "secretly". It's okay to call directly in front of Zhou Peng and the others. They don't understand French.
Then I called Uncle Qian and found a yurt in the Naadam Garden after looking for the phone number.
The tracing line is golden, which is quite conspicuous among the yurts.
These yurts are at the back of the food street. You will definitely not find them if you don’t look for them carefully. Tourists usually only hang out in the food street. This is the planned route. The numerous yurts in the back are used as accommodation for food street operators.
point.
In fact, many yurts are separate private rooms, provided to tourists in some tour groups, or people who have been to Naadam several times and have some connections.
Expensive travel agencies are naturally expensive for a reason. Some have great tour guides. One trip will make you remember this place for a lifetime and remember the famous cultural relics introduced by the tour guide. Some are great travel agencies and can stay in B&Bs that ordinary people cannot live in, and eat like ordinary people.
Food you can't eat.
Chen Xing opened the curtain and looked inside, confirming that Uncle Qian was inside before walking in.
There are four people in this yurt. In addition to Yu Qian, there is also a bald middle-aged man wearing glasses and a young man in his twenties, but even the young man is older than Chen Xing and the others. The last one is wearing Mongolian clothing.
The girl in robe.
As soon as Chen Xing came in, the four people stood up from the chat.
"This place is not easy to find. Uncle Qian, let me introduce you. This is my friend Zhou Peng, and this is his fiancée Qin Xinlei."
"Welcome, welcome, haha."
The Mongolian girl stood up and poured three cups of milk tea, one for each person.
Then he held it with both hands and handed it to the three of them.
Yu Qian pointed to the milk tea and said: "You must drink milk tea when you enter the yurt. I originally wanted to say it was mare's kumiss. I thought about it, so I asked your friends to serve milk tea. This must be drank. It is the highest etiquette for others."
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Just milk tea is definitely fine for everyone, but Mongolian milk tea is different from what is sold in milk tea shops.
People really do have breasts.
Milk tea made from milk, butter, and beef jerky, and milk tofu is added to it when drinking. The milk content is off the charts.
