Chapter 979 (1/2)
Although Rio is in the southern hemisphere, it is not cold at all in September. Sonia and Brazil's most famous tour hosts sit in front of a roadside stall with pedestrians coming and going behind. The security team is not far from the dead corner of the camera lens.
”I really like the city of Rio. After I came to the United States last year, I always remember the scenery, beaches and people here. Er, I don't know how to express it. In short It's amazing, amazing
He kept praising him with good words mixed with basic Portuguese words.
Male host joked: ”not so safe as your media said, right?”
”Of course, of course...” They laughed.
”Have you ever tasted this street snack? Last time I came. ” The host took the food from the stall owner.
”Well, no, you know, by plane, by car, by publicity, by performance, by rush...”
Song Ya looks at things like zongzi in his hand, wrapped in corn leaves and tied with cotton thread.
”So...” The host demonstrated how to untie the cotton thread.
Song Ya skillfully opens the corn leaves. Oh, it's not the same inside. It's yellow corn dough. Ah, whoa, it takes a big bite. It's full of milk fragrance. He moans contentedly with his throat. He gives a thumbs up to the camera and nods again and again.
”How about it?” The host asked.
”It's really delicious.” He took another bite, sweetly and sweetly.
”Ha ha, do you want to keep fit?”
”Ha, I don't feel the same food here in Brazil.”
”Let's go to the next one?”
”No problem.”
They walked on as they ate. ”Aplus, do you want to try this? You can call it a Brazilian hot dog. ” The host stopped at another roadside stall.
”What's the difference?”
”Fresh corn in the stuffing.”
“……” No matter how it was corn again, song Ya continued to eat rudely.
In order to win the box office of the concert, song Ya tried his best to win over fans, make high-intensity exposure and flatter the Brazilian people.
And, of course, there are the necessary rehearsals.
“OMG……”
When he was taken to the foot of the famous religious spectacle on the top of the mountain: the statue of Christ the Savior, he immediately looked up with tears and muttered, ”I can't believe it. It's a miracle of the world.”
”Yes.”
The host echoed with emotion, ”a....” He wanted to introduce the history of the statue. He found that the young American Red Star had crossed his chest, then lowered his head and closed his eyes. He put his hands together and said something in the standard prayer posture.
So he shut up and learned from him.
The photographer in the distance silently draws the picture far away, making the two people appear smaller and smaller against the background of the giant statue, and then slowly pan, overlooking the prosperous and modern city of Rio at the foot of the mountain.
Song ya never had to worry about the record company or the acting agent and media public relations. After finishing the shooting task, he got into the car with a belch.
Brazil is one of the few countries in the world that can compete with the United States in terms of agricultural production conditions. The food price is very cheap and the quantity is sufficient. ”Is that right? Ms. Sloan. ”
”Full marks! You're very likable, aplus. ”
Sloan handed over a ten dollar Brazilian real between his index and middle fingers. The new currency issued last year has an exchange rate of 1:1 against the rice knife.
”Well, not tonight. Milajovovich is coming.”
It's so familiar that song Ya doesn't hide it.
The film was officially closed at the end of August. As the last two people in the plot, Mila and escubo stayed in Peru to shoot the rest of the scene for a few more days. Just in time, they also came to South America.
”Hey, Mila, ACE...”
When song Ya came back to the hotel, the two people who had just arrived here were already in their own suite. Mila, who had short hair for filming, was Sun tanned. Her high shoulder leather jacket was matched with blue jeans, and her big, flat chest and perfect neutral style, ”I'm sorry, I thought I could make time to visit Peru...” He said to Mila.
”It's OK.”
Mila came up to him with her hands around his neck and a long, affectionate kiss.
”Hey, is there another person in the room?”
Ace Cooper raised his hands in protest.
Old friends. ”Thanks, ace. I heard Mila say you took care of her on set.” Song Ya meets him.
”Little things.”
”Is there so many girls outside the hotel every day? Why do you have so many fans in South America
”I didn't think of it.” Song Ya hugged Mila modestly, ”but there are a little more people today, maybe because of tomorrow's concert.”
”Wow I envy you. ”Ace Cooper was really envious and envious. ”When I was out of America, few people knew me as a hip-hop singer. It was really frustrating to think about it. I became popular on the west coast in 1988...”
Yeah? Song Yaqi looks at him strangely.
”What's the matter?” Ace Cooper felt his face a little inexplicably.