The further west you go, the more prosperous you see.
Arriving in Malanje at 7 o'clock in the morning, the road into the city was jammed, and the traffic of cars was slow, all delayed by the large group of bicycles.
Here, a 28-inch sedan that can be called retro in China is a symbol of fashionable youth.
The outline of the city in the distance gives people a feeling of the 1980s in China. Even though there are clusters of high-rise buildings with more than ten floors, the architectural style is old-fashioned and has traces of the Portuguese. It looks a bit like a small county in the mid-western part of the country.
Once here, we are still four hundred kilometers away from Rolda, the starting point of the only highway in the country, connecting to the capital.
He Congshuang was awakened by the noise of car horns and bicycle teams outside.
When she opened her eyes, the morning sun hit her face. She raised her hand to block the sun, and then subconsciously asked: "Where are you?"
"Marange."
"You are really slow. I thought it was time to get to Rolda."
Zhou Sheng: "..."
"Let's have some breakfast in the city. It's quick to get on the expressway. We should be able to reach the capital before noon."
Lao He nodded, took out a wet wipe from his backpack and began to wipe his face, adding some water, but did not put on sunscreen.
Her skin has long been tanned to a healthy wheat color, and her temperament is not that delicate. With her wheat color skin, she has a more European and American international style.
After finding a hotel in the city, He Congshuang woke up Jieral.
The little girl slept deeply all night without feeling any discomfort. When she woke up, she was full of energy. After getting off the car, she looked around curiously. Malanje was the largest city she had ever seen, and everything was novel.
The impact left her speechless for a long time.
"The little village girl has entered the city." Zhou Sheng laughed.
He Congshuang glanced at him and felt that he had calmed down, and she felt relieved. She was really afraid that this kid would not think about it, but it turned out that she still underestimated him.
Although he is not very old, he is more mature than his peers.
Take a walk with him and treat him as a good deed.
While sighing in my heart, I am also doing some mental construction for myself.
There must be a suitable reason to explain this trip. After all, she was the one who proposed it in the first place, and the word "accompany" was used in the wording. She never does anything with others. This is the first time, so she needs to adapt herself.
The owner of the restaurant is a Chinese, but he does not sell Chinese food, but local-style food and Western food.
Seeing the two people coming in, he hurriedly walked over and spoke in Chinese: "Fellow fellow?!"
Zhou Shengsheng smiled and nodded, stood up and shook hands with him, but felt worried for Lao He in his heart: "Fellow!"
When the boss's eyes shifted to He Congshuang's face, he finally recognized her: "Are you... He Congshuang?"
His reaction was relatively mild, much more normal than that guy Tang Aiyun anyway.
Zhou Sheng was afraid that Lao He wouldn't like this kind of encounter, and since he was on the sidelines, it would inevitably cause unnecessary misunderstandings, just like denying it for her, but He Congshuang would never let others make the decision for her, so he smiled and nodded: "
Well, hello, we are doing aid activities in Belon, and this time we are returning to Rolda to visit the patients, and we passed by here."
"You are so lucky. My family likes you very much. Every time I go back to China, I go to the cinema screening room to order the movies you have acted in. You know, independent screening rooms are not cheap. Hahaha... Can you sign your autograph?
If you are willing, how about I treat you to soy milk and fried dough sticks? My mother just made them at home, but the locals don’t like them, so I didn’t sell them."
The conversation between the two made Zhou Sheng relieved.
Can't help but feel a little strange...
Even if it was me, my reaction when I first saw He Congshuang was not as steady as the other person's.
"Okay, let's take a group photo and exchange it for a soy milk and fried dough sticks. But the child still needs to eat some meat. Let's give her some beef soup with some more potatoes in it."
After taking photos and signing autographs, the boss regretted that his wife had returned to China some time ago and could only enjoy the celebrity treatment on his behalf.
When the boss went to prepare the meal, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but ask: "Isn't he too peaceful?"
He Congshuang wanted to rant, but what should she do?
But when the words came to his lips, he still changed his words: "People who have settled abroad are always separated from the country, and the world they come into contact with is different. Without that kind of atmosphere, naturally there will not be much reaction and resonance."
"I personally think that even if I am a star, this is the normal way of interacting, and the domestic entertainment industry has deteriorated and is a pathological development."
After the soy milk and fried dough sticks were served and the boss sat down to chat with them, Zhou Shengsheng finally understood what He Congshuang meant.
People who have settled down and people who work overseas are two different concepts.
People who can really give up everything in their homeland have a relatively calm state of mind and return to their essence.
What is the essence?
This is not clear.
Maybe it's for a bite of food, or maybe it's because I'm shocked by the local customs and beautiful scenery. In short, the direction of pursuit has changed.
For those who work overseas, the ultimate goal is to return to the country. It is unlikely that there will be much difference from the domestic atmosphere. Even if there is, they will make up for it as much as possible to make themselves more like domestic people, so as not to be unable to keep up with the mainstream.
Condition.
The boss’s surname is Lu and he is from Ganzhou.
In his early years, he studied hard and went to a good university and became an architect. Later, he entered a state-owned enterprise and came to Africa. After staying there for a long time, he decided to stay. He loved landscape painting, and the starting point for his stay was partly because of the local scenery.
He painted hundreds of paintings of the Malanje Falls alone, and it is said that he sold many of them. They were bought by passing tourists. The highest one sold for US$3,000, and the bidder was an American couple.
The high price is not the point. When Lao Lu talked about it, he was very pleased with himself: "They seem to be collecting them. They said that my paintings have room for appreciation. They hope that I can continue painting with more styles and styles, and maybe I can become a great painter in the future."
Well, it gives me a full sense of accomplishment to be loved by others for the things I love.
A breakfast and a chat.
A great time was had by all.
Lao He rarely took the initiative to hug him: "It's a pleasure to talk to you."
Later, Lao Lu watched the three of them leave, and invited them to come and sit with him next time they passed by.
After getting in the car.
Zhou Sheng was silent for a long time, and suddenly he laughed...
Lao He, who was driving, frowned: "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing at you, I think you're a little cute."
"I don't think you should praise me again."
Zhou Sheng organized his words and said seriously: "I'm really bragging, because Lao Lu is pursuing the same things as you, so you like him, and you both live for happiness."
"You think Boya Ziqi is cute?"
Lao He raised the level of the topic, but also had some strong words.
Zhou Sheng shrugged noncommittally: "You can also call it cute. In reality, there are too many people in reality, and there are too few people like you. You are like people from a fairy tale world, so you deserve it."
cute."
He Congshuang was thoughtful. After thinking for a long time, he said: "Then you are quite cute."
"Why?" Zhou Sheng was stunned.
"You also said that we live for happiness, and we are the same kind of people."
Zhou Sheng smiled and did not answer the call.
It was just right that the topic ended here, and Lao He didn't continue because she thought so too.