After receiving the anti-inflammatory injection, it was already dusk when we arrived in Odense.
During off-duty hours, on the streets of foreign countries, a group of Asian faces in bright clothes, surrounded by various camera equipment, you look at me, I look at you.
"What should we do," Liu Ziyu asked, "It will be dark in four or five hours, where shall we live?"
I don't know if she was frightened yesterday, but Liu Ziyu didn't say much all day today, this is the first sentence she said seriously.
Zhang Yunfei looked at the twenty or so yuan left in Tao Tao's hand, "We have to find a way to make some money, or we have to sleep at the station, or go as a sofa sleeper."
It makes sense, "How to make money?"
"Sell your personal belongings..." Qi Xingchen waved to the director, "Is that okay?"
Director Zhao: "Yes."
The guests were greatly relieved, they would have sold it if they knew it could be sold, so why bother to suffer so much. As a figure at the top of the entertainment pyramid, who doesn't have two valuable things on him.
"However—" the director put it off, and added, "It can only be sold to fans."
"... ... I knew it!"
Everyone wailed, "I knew the dog program group was not that simple!"
Unlike the United States and Britain, Denmark has a very small number of local Chinese. They are popular in China, but if they are not popular in Northern Europe, where can they find fans
Everyone sighed in unison, at this moment Zhang Yunfei seemed to think of something, and shook his head at Bai Ye.
The rest of the people also came to their senses, and looked at Bai Ye in unison, "You have held a world tour concert, right?"
Bai Ye: "... yes."
"That means you can have fans here," Zhang Yunfei pretended to be sad, "It's not that my brother doesn't help you, and I have enough energy to spare, so I can only work hard for you."
"..." Bai Ye fell silent.
He doesn't know how to say it, it's okay to sell things, but he doesn't want to sell to fans.
Fans usually send small things to him directly if they want them, and he has never charged a penny from fans.
Everyone looked at Bai Ye with anticipation. First, they really wanted to get some money to find a hotel to sleep in. Second, it was due to the effect of the show. Bai Ye's selling things must have a unique variety show effect.
"Either think of another way," Qi Xingchen glanced at Bai Ye from the corner of his eye, and analyzed, "Finding fans among strangers is not the same as finding a needle in a haystack."
"That's right, it's really not smart enough to find fans. The question is, what else can I do?" Luo Qiuman was quite troubled.
With so many Asians standing here chattering, a small group of curious Danes stopped across the road and stretched their necks to look this way.
Seeing his side being surrounded, Qi Xingchen knew it was useless to stand still, and thought for a moment, "Brother Yunfei, can you give me the rest of the money?"
This amount of money can't even afford a meal, and it's useless to keep it. Zhang Yunfei waved his hand, motioning for Tao Tao to give it to him.
"Wait for a few minutes, I'll be right out."
Qi Xingchen took the money from Tao Tao, turned around to identify it for a while, and ran into the supermarket behind him.
Everyone waited in place as promised, and within ten minutes he came back as promised, holding a low-quality umbrella in his hand, and six porcelain plates with missing corners that looked like they were discounted.
Zhang Yunfei laughed, "Xing Xing, why are you buying this thing?"
"We each have a plate, and we beg for food on the street to make ends meet."
An expression of wanting to kill him immediately appeared on Zhang Yunfei's face.
"I'm just kidding," Qi Xingchen put away his smile and said seriously, "I have a way to make money, brothers and sisters, please help clear out a space."
Everyone was skeptical, Tao Tao was curious: "Xing Xing, do you want to make money by performing arts?"
"Almost." Qi Xingchen took off his coat and stretched his muscles.
"Singing and dancing? Aren't you an actor?"
It was the first time that Liu Ziyu spoke to him in a non-sarcastic tone, Qi Xingchen raised his eyebrows, and in consideration of the effect of the variety show, he said, "Just wait and see."
Everyone was skeptical, blocked the pedestrian with their bodies, and cleared a circle for him that would not affect traffic.
Seeing his skillful stretching movements, Bai Ye curled his lips.
“ladies and gentlemen... ”
After warming up, Qi Xingchen cleared his throat, bowed to the Danes onlookers, and said in English: "Hello everyone, we are from China, and we accidentally lost our wallet during the trip. Now I will perform two traditional Chinese programs for you, If everyone likes it, can you subsidize us for a little travel expenses?"
The fiery red sunset glowed on Qi Xingchen's body, outlining his lean and powerful figure and clean facial features.
He also jumped into his pupils. In the center of his dark pupils, there seemed to be a small burning sun hidden, blazing and bright.
There are not many Asian faces that Odense people have seen, and such a dazzling young man is even rarer. They all stopped immediately, stood in front of him, and cheered: "OK, ecutie!"
"Thank you, then I'll make a fool of myself."
Qi Xingchen took off his shoes and lay down, raised his right foot to form a ninety-degree angle with his body, opened the umbrella, and put the handle of the umbrella on the tip of his right thumb.
What is this for? Everyone is confused, the umbrella handle is so small, and the toes are so small, as long as you let go, the umbrella will fall off
Then, however, something magical happened.
Qi Xingchen let go of his hand, and the umbrella unexpectedly fell off.
... Not only did he not fall, but he also used the power of his legs to gently kick the umbrella and spin it into the air.
Then it turned around in the air, and the top of the umbrella fell back down on Qi Xingchen's big toe......
Still not dropped!
What kind of magical skill is this
All the passers-by were stunned, and they took out their mobile phones one after another, taking pictures and recording videos.
On the video screen, the umbrella can be seen flying up and down on the toes of the teenager. Whether it is the edge or the top of the umbrella, it is stable when it falls.
After a while, the teenager raised his other leg and took turns showing his feet. The pink petal pattern on the umbrella is turning, throwing and falling, as if scattered from the umbrella surface, one after another, very romantic.
Rao, who is a Chinese guest, had seen acrobatics with the program staff, but couldn't believe that there was such a talent around him, so he was dumbfounded with the Danes.
Only the cameraman remembers his job, watching Qi Xingchen's performance, pointing the camera at Qi Xingchen, and taking pictures of the audience's reaction from time to time.
After the performance, Qi Xingchen patted his clothes, stood up, and went to get the plates.
The plate was placed on the ground, and when she bent over, a narrow white waist slipped along with the clothes, revealing accidentally.
Immediately, Qi Xingchen felt someone grab the back of his t-shirt, pulling him until he finished taking the plate and stood up straight.
"Thank you, Brother Bai Ye..." he whispered, "But it's okay, I'm not a girl, so I'm not afraid to see it."
Bai Ye's eyes fell elsewhere, he shook his head and said nothing.
Qi Xingchen ignored him, and showed the plate face up to the audience to show that it was a porcelain plate.
"Honey, take the plate and follow me, I'll give you all the delicious food in my house!"
A Danish boy thought he was holding a plate for food, and shouted loudly as he pushed the people in front of him.
"Thank you," Qi Xingchen was amused by him, "wait a moment."
He looked better when he smiled. At this time, many people recovered from the shock of holding the umbrella just now, and took out their wallets to give Tao Tao money.
Tao Tao clucked her tongue as she retracted, and after one round, it would cost seven or eight hundred crowns.
Umbrella is a relatively entertaining performance, and Qi Xingchen is going to do something interesting next. He walked up to the crowd with the plate and handed it to the girl in the first row.
"Wow!" The girl opened her mouth wide in surprise, thinking that the beautiful Chinese boy was going to give him a gift, and just wanted to reach out to take it—
Qi Xingchen raised his hand and threw the plate into the sky.
The girl and the crowd raised their necks subconsciously, and after throwing the first one, Qi Xingchen threw the second one two seconds later, and when he threw the third one, he just caught the first one.
Audience heads keep going up and down, up and down, up and down...
Throwing is the most basic of acrobatics. The difficulty increases with the number of objects thrown, and it is also related to the weight of the throw. The heavier the throw, the harder it is to master the rhythm.
But Qi Xingchen didn't care at all, he casually increased the number of plates to four, then to five, and...
It's a pity that the money is only enough to buy six plates, or he can break the audience's cervical spine.
After tossing the plate, Tao Tao collected another wave of money.
After the two performances, the audience was almost hollowed out by Qi Xingchen. He smiled lightly: "Thank you for your support, I will give you the following program, no money is required."
After speaking, he lay down as before.
... Then put an umbrella on your feet and start throwing dishes in your hands! ! !
"Hey!" Director Zhao couldn't help it anymore, "This kid not only knows how to hold an umbrella and throw plates, but he can also throw plates while holding an umbrella?!"
"Hahahahahahaha~" the assistant director laughed out loud, "Old Zhao, this kid is such a treasure! Believe it or not, this video of him is going to be popular again tomorrow?"
Even though Qi Xingchen said that there is no need to pay for the last paragraph, the passers-by still generously donated money and took out the money.
A black-haired girl stepped forward, stuffed money, and insisted on taking a photo with Qi Xingchen. After Qi Xingchen finished filming in a good temper, the girl suddenly cried.
"What's wrong with you?" Qi Xingchen put down his phone, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no," the girl's Chinese is not very fluent, "my mother is Chinese, and I was born and raised in Denmark. When I was young, my mother told me that my motherland is very good and strong, and there are many, many magical things. Over the years, I I have always wanted to go back to China, but I have never found an opportunity. Thank you, thank you for bringing Chinese culture here, so that the Chinese who leave home can feel the motherland at close range; and thank you for being willing to show it to the Danes and let them know, There is such an ancient and mysterious nation in the East."
The girl has a very strong accent, her speech is very messy, and her words are too written. It takes a long time for everyone to understand.
When Qi Xingchen saw her describe his street juggling as "cultural communication", he was a little embarrassed, and then a sour feeling came to his nose.
After being away from homeland for dozens of years, duckweed still can’t find its roots. One can imagine how much I miss and feel sad.
He took out a pen and paper from his bag, and wrote his address and phone number, "If you have time to go back to China, you can contact me, and I will show you our magnificent rivers and mountains."
"Really?" The girl cried even harder, "You are really kind! You are welcome to come and play with me from time to time!"
Qi Xingchen smiled: "Okay."
In order for Qi Xingchen to find her, the girl left her Facebook. Liu Ziyu leaned over to take a look, and gasped in fright—this girl is actually a blogger with three million followers!
After sending the girl away, the guests couldn't hold back their joy and squeezed out of the crowd pretending to be calm. Then, after completely out of the sight of passers-by, the six heads quickly came together.
"Taotao, count quickly," Zhang Yunfei excitedly said, "How much?"
"Let me see, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred..." Tao Tao's voice grew louder as he counted, "Three thousand two, we have three thousand two!"
Luo Qiuman's eyes widened when he heard the amount: "My God, there are so many?! It's almost half of the travel fund!"
"Yes," Liu Ziyu echoed, "Xing Xing, you are really our hero!"
Qi Xingchen put his hand on his back and pinched it twice, feeling very strange.
With Liu Ziyu's character, this sentence should be said to be yin and yang. As a result, his tone was normal now, as if he really regarded him as a successful minister.
Qi Xingchen is not used to listening to compliments from his companions, so he quickly stopped: "Let's find a place to live first, it will get dark in a while."
"Yes, yes, yes." Everyone reacted and searched for hotels with their mobile phones.
Qi Xingchen also searched, vaguely feeling that there was a gaze patrolling his back.