novelraw Chapter 185 Golden Branches and Jade Leaves: Chase
Chapter 185 Golden Branches and Jade Leaves: Chase
I am making progress in this life, but who am I missing at this minute?
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After shooting the material of Lu Zhu playing with poor children, the filming team began to prepare the material for shooting natural scenery.
Compared with the steel forest in Xiangjiang, the wilderness of the African prairie is so mysterious and attractive. These natural scenery are also the main shooting content of this episode of the program.
Still the same as before, the staff of the filming team prepared all the chores in the early stage of filming, and Lu Zhu, the protagonist, learned and became familiar with the content of this round of commentary under the explanation of the old guide.
The old guide first gave Lu Zhu a generalization of the common animals and plants on the grassland one by one, and then opened a booklet with rich pictures and texts, and explained to Lu Zhu one by one the jungles and indigenous tribes scattered around the grassland according to the photos on it.
"Most of the indigenous tribes are relatively friendly, but there are also some relatively aggressive tribes, such as these..." The old guide spread out the photos and explained in detail.
Obviously, compared with the relatively friendly indigenous tribes, most of them wear simple burlap to cover their bodies, and those more aggressive indigenous tribes, because they often fight for plunder, so most of them wear huge crowns and various decorations. Fur and feathers, and the clothes are more fancy-this is the easiest way to identify, except for the rare rich and friendly indigenous tribes, you can basically guess the same based on the clothes.
"What are these earthen vats for?" Lu Zhu picked up a photo and asked strangely.
"Oh, this is the tile vat of the Bushman tribe. 'Bushman' means forest people, and the natives of their tribe are quite friendly." The old guide looked at the photo and explained to Lu Zhu: "There are a lot of slightly poisonous weeds growing around the Bushmen's village. They were originally reserved for dealing with large wild animals that come to the village to cause trouble, or occasionally used for hunting."
"However, recently, from time to time, unsuspecting tourists will accidentally touch or eat poisonous weeds and become unconscious, and the passing Bushmans will rescue them when they see them, and put the poisoned people in the earthen vat. , Boil water with detoxifying herbs to infiltrate the poisoned body to help them detoxify, and over time, these clay vats stay here."
"I see." Lu Zhu suddenly realized and nodded.
Because Lu Zhu was going to shoot the scenery of the wilderness, and Lu Zhu could ride a horse, the filming team simply got back a tall horse for Lu Zhu, intending to try to let Lu Zhu gallop on the grassland, and they drove behind to shoot. .
The villagers who rented the horses to them warmly gave them a set of bows and arrows, saying that there are still many large wild animals in the field, and they can be used for self-defense if they encounter them.
To be able to come to the grassland, you must have prepared an anesthesia, drunk, gun, just in case, but considering that the effect of shooting with a bow and arrow is better, Lu Zhu also neatly put on the bow and arrow and stepped on the horse, watching from a distance. After the team made a start gesture, he immediately swung his whip, pinched the horse's belly, and galloped away in a chic manner.
In the far blue sky, a small plane flew across the clear blue sky.
Gu Jiaming on the plane looked aimlessly at the still blue outside, thought for a while, then stood up and went to the debris pile to find a can of soda and drank it: I don't know that his heartless little cousin how is it now……
Taking a lazy glance at the zombie in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty on the plane, Gu Jiaming moved his body again.
Recalling that when he learned that there was no separate small plane at the point of departure to Kenya, unless he shared a seat with another small plane that was already booked but passed by, he would have to wait another three days to go there After that...he didn't think much about it, and took the initiative to find the overseas Chinese boy who had chartered the plane and offered to share a seat.
The overseas Chinese guy was his fan, but he hesitated for some reason.
Gu Jiaming gave him a signed CD, and the overseas Chinese boy hesitated for a while, and asked him if he was afraid of being fascinated by ghosts or not.
After Gu Jiaming made it very clear to the overseas Chinese boy that he was neither afraid of ghosts nor superstitious, the overseas Chinese boy agreed to share seats.
After boarding the plane, the confused Gu Jiaming understood why the overseas Chinese boy was so hesitant.
The mission of this small plane this time is to transport the ancestor of the overseas Chinese boy - a chubby Qing Dynasty zombie, back to Xiangjiang to return to its roots!
If it weren't for the square-faced Taoist priest who was in charge of transporting the zombies, who looked exactly like the exorcist deity in the temple, with a dignified and dignified sense of security, Gu Jiaming would have retreated.
"Is it really your ancestor? I checked your Deng family tree, and no one has ever been a first-rank official." The Taoist priest surnamed Lin said.
"Master, this ancestor of mine was a stand-in who accompanied Mr. Li on his mission to England that day, and he is a ninth-rank official." The overseas Chinese guy in a blue suit explained.
"Isn't that the Sesame Mung Bean Officer? Is it worth going so far to let me help you go to a foreign country to help you go to the auction to take it back and transport it back?" Lin Daochang was a little disgusted.
"Master, the official rank is not important, the most important thing is that it is my ancestor!" The overseas Chinese boy replied.
Gu Jiaming was about to praise him for his filial piety, but before he could say it, the plane suddenly vibrated violently.
Remembering that the plane was piloted by a fighter pilot who was driving while drinking, Gu Jiaming was startled: "Drink less and drive hard!"
"There is a lot of fog, and the compass is broken, so I can't tell the direction!" The pilot hurriedly took another sip of wine and replied drunkenly.
"I have a Luo Geng." Lin Daochang hurriedly took out the compass he used to test Fengshui.
However, it was useless to rely on the guidance of the feng shui compass. It didn't take long for the pilot to turn around and say that the plane had run out of fuel and that the plane was about to glide and land, and asked them to prepare for skydiving.
The pilot, who was too drunk to check the fuel level of the plane, shamelessly snatched one of the three parachute bags, turned around and said good luck to everyone, and was the first to jump off.
"Master, what should we do now?" the overseas Chinese boy asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, he took your backpack, and the umbrella bag is still here." Lin Daozhang said with a serious face.
Saying goodbye to that clever pilot who was misunderstood by cleverness, Gu Jiaming also covered his heart, gritted his teeth and put on the umbrella bag.
The overseas Chinese guy foolishly gave his umbrella bag to his ancestor fat zombie, but Lin Daochang, who worked for him, had no choice but to share an umbrella bag with him.
When falling from the sky, Gu Jiaming saw a few wisps of white smoke from afar.
After taking a closer look, it seems that a group of local aborigines are cooking something.
Not only him, the overseas Chinese guy also saw the scene there, so he immediately shouted at Master Lin: "Master, I see someone over there! Let's try to adjust the direction and land over there!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Gu Jiaming has always been yearning for Africa. Although he just talked about going to Africa because of claustrophobia before, he has never been to Africa at all, but he has done a lot of homework in the early stage. There is still a certain understanding of the situation on the side.
Therefore, Gu Jiaming quickly stopped the overseas Chinese boy's proposal: "This is the African prairie. Not all the indigenous tribes in the prairie are good. Some barbaric tribes will attack strangers. If it is not necessary, it is best not to rush Reach them!"
"He's right." Master Lin nodded. "People who are not of our race must be punished. What's more, there are cannibals in some uncivilized places in Africa."
When the overseas Chinese boy heard the words, he was as quiet as a chicken for an instant.
"Try to adjust the landing point according to the wind direction, just don't hit the tree." Gu Jiaming looked down at the ground that was getting closer and closer, with tears in his eyes, "I have been a real 'trapeze' this time. I don’t want to play this kind of jumping around anymore..."
Just when Gu Jiaming and his group looked around to find the landing point and were about to land, the four people soaked in four large tile vats in the clearing in the forest where the local aborigines cooked were gradually waking up with dazed faces.
Looking at the aborigines coming and going in front of me, holding spears, sticks and stones in their hands; then looking at myself, my whole body is naked like a poultry with its fur stripped off and soaked in a clay vat. A strange feeling that is familiar.
The heat under the body, the edge of the tile vat, and the temperature of the water in the vat are obviously a fire burning underneath, coupled with this environment...
"It's all my fault, bro, you are troublesome. If you don't go to so many places, you will come to Africa. Now it's all right, all four of us have been caught by savages to make soup!" Huang Jiaqiang glanced at the big earthen vat soaking himself, sad From the heart.
"Shut up, idiot! It's not all because of you yelling that you're hungry, so we picked the grass on the side of the road to eat! Who can blame me when I passed out after eating?" Annoyed by his quarrel, Luo Guanzhong Couldn't help scolding him.
"I think, maybe those weeds are deliberately kept by wild people as traps. I have heard people say that some traditional hunting methods are to stay near poisonous wild plants, and come out after the wild beasts faint after eating them." Harvest'..." Ye Shirong was relatively the calmest among the four sons, and he began to analyze the situation first.
"Anyway, everyone is in the tank now, try to talk to them if we can communicate..." Huang Jiaju looked at an aborigine who was approaching, raised his head and began to chatter at the aborigine.
Huang Jiaqiang asked with surprise: "Brother?! Can you speak African?"
The reason why the four of them flew to the African prairie was that my own brother had been to Africa with the program of Xiangjiang Radio. After witnessing the suffering of the local people due to the war, he was deeply moved. He never forgot and mobilized their entire band together Came to Africa to engage in charity activities...Although after finishing the charity activities, the four of us went to the prairie to play together, which is called "looking for inspiration"; but my brother has also stayed in Africa, maybe he knows a little about Africa language and can communicate with the natives here.
Soon, the expression on Huang Jiaqiang's face, who listened carefully, changed from a look of surprise to a look of bewildered and speechless—even if he doesn't know the strange languages of the African continent, he can still hear his brother's chatter. It's just gibberish gibberish.
"Amani!" After chattering for a long time, Huang Jiaju finally squeezed out a word that represented "peace" that he learned from poor local children when he was doing charity activities.
Hearing this, the aborigine wearing only a loincloth grinned, showing his big white teeth.
In the eyes of the other three sons, there is a kind of tooth-sucking horror that cannibals look at food.
The happier the native laughed, the more frightened the three of them became.
"Amani!" Seeing the aborigines smiling so happily, Huang Jiaju also thought that the aborigines understood what he meant, and kept yelling "Amani" while pointing fingers at the clay vat in which he was soaking.
By the way, he did not forget to show a little smug look at the third son next to him, "Look at how good I am".
"Brother...I think he...he doesn't seem to understand what you mean..." Huang Jiaqiang muttered in a low voice.
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, no one will treat you as dumb!" Huang Jiaju scolded his younger brother, and then called Amani to the natives a few times.
"Amani!" The native cheerfully replied the same sentence.
Huang Jiaju hadn't had time to be happy when he saw the aborigine reaching into his soaking earthen jar to scoop up some water, put it in his mouth and drank it, and after tasting the taste, he spit out the water with a bitter face.
Then, the aboriginal touched a tuft of grass from the side, and put it into Huang Jiaju's crock pot quite smoothly.
"What does he mean?" Huang Jiaju was a little confused.
"I think...he seems to be seasoning..." Ye Shirong was silent for two seconds, and replied with difficulty.
Seeing the aborigine who put grass in Huang Jiaju's crock pot turned around and greeted a few times, the aborigines who were busy doing other things all dropped their work and ran to collect more such grass nearby. , The four sons, who were belatedly aware of it, finally started to panic at the same time.
"I just said that it's fine to go back to Xiangjiang directly. I have to come to the prairie to collect music. I said that the music comes from the most primitive wilderness... Look at Guan Xianghong, she is beautiful, and she is comfortably waiting for others to write songs for her. , that is to say, singing love songs and ditties became popular in the streets and alleys, and Gu Jiaming's cover of dance music is also very popular, what are we doing so hard to create originals..." Huang Jiaqiang became more and more wronged as he thought about it.
"Hey, if you say Guan Xianghong, you just say Guan Xianghong. What's the matter with Gu Jiaming? Gu Jiaming is also making original music now. Although I still like him more than love and love, but he is also a very good one. Compared to him, what is Guan Xianghong's younger sister who just sits and enjoys her success with her face?" Huang Jiaju scolded.
"No, the current world is based on appearances. A large part of Guan Xianghong's record sales platinum is due to the box office of the movie, so it has been widely publicized. Otherwise, why are there no shortage of people now? So many singers are still What about the cross-border amphibious music and film industry?" Luo Guanzhong analyzed it, and then continued: "And now the popular dance music and ditty love songs on the market, the ones that call for peace and praise great men are of course what you think That's good, but in the current world...it's really hard to be popular with the public."
"I've told you this question from the very beginning—why is our band called 'beyond'? It's because I have always wanted to insist on independent creation and the music of Xiangjiang people." Huang Jiaju thought for a while, and then Added: "I don't want to compare with others, and I don't want to imitate. What I want to do has always been to surpass myself."
"If it depends on our face, don't we have the world! It's not that we don't do it, it's just that we don't want to!" Huang Jiaju glanced at the Buddhist Ye Shirong next to him: Well, if it weren't for them insisting on their ideals and not compromising, the current Xiangjiang entertainment circle The style of hype, their looks are basically good, just like when Shirong was in the music scene, wasn't he often praised for being handsome!
How long you can hang around with your face, strength is the right way!
"Brother... don't change the subject anymore, I think the water in the tank is getting hotter and hotter... Hurry up and find a way..." Huang Jiaqiang suddenly interjected weakly.
"I'm just thinking now, you just take a free medicated sauna!" The plan to change the subject was exposed by his silly brother, Huang Jiaju cursed angrily.
"I'm afraid that steaming will be 'cooked' sooner or later..." Huang Jiaqiang felt the rise in water temperature, almost crying.
"One wok cooked" literally means to cook all the ingredients in the same pot, but in Cantonese slang, it has some other meanings, the most commonly used is to die with others, and several people in the same Qi Qi died in an accident...
Although he bullies his silly younger brother from time to time, Huang Jiaju is still very big brother and loves this younger brother very much. Seeing him panic like this, when Huang Jiaju wants to say something to comfort him, the three people next to him are together His countenance changed.
"Be careful!" they shouted in unison.
Huang Jiaju turned his head subconsciously, and saw the "seasoned" native holding a spear and stabbing towards his head!
When the crisis came, he inevitably went blank and stayed on the spot.
Seeing Huang Jiaju staring blankly at the aborigines, the other three sons only hated them if they were not all restrained and soaked in the tank and could not do anything, they almost all wanted to pull Huang Jiaju away——
A gust of wind pierced the scene in front of him. As the person closest to the gust of wind, Huang Jiaju could even vaguely see the fine ripples in the air distorted by the huge force of the arrow.
Following the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the spear that was originally held in the native's hand was nailed to the ground by a sudden arrow.
"Amani!" Startled, the native turned around and raised his hands.
The aborigine's shout quickly attracted all the aborigines here to turn to the direction of the arrow.
Seeing these natives gradually shouting this word that represents peace, Huang Jiaju, who had just escaped, couldn't help but also looked over——
On the border of the endless natural wilderness, there is a masked woman in red on a tall horse.
When she put down the bow and arrow in her hand, the vehicles behind her representing modern civilization, cameras, and yellow-skinned compatriots in shirts and jeans also followed slowly.
The woman's veil was blown up by the wind to block her sight, and she simply pushed aside the wind-proof sand veil, revealing an extremely bright and moving face.
"Amani." Yaoyao heard her echo here.
A red dress that is bright enough to be seen in the sun can't resist her vitality at all.The beauty that was already mixed with innocence, grandeur and sensuality, and because of this situation, added a bit of wild style to the too young pretty face, which was so thrilling that it was difficult to describe it in human language.
Civilization and primordial, ancient and fashion, war and peace, heaven and earth, those faraway and sealed emotions, and the inspiration and rhythm that has been lingering in my mind but cannot be captured, all seem to flash at this moment. Confluence, fusion, birth.