The riverbed that appeared in sight was still some distance away. Xu Qiao walked for about an hour, and the sun gradually became stronger.
As time passed, the audience in the live broadcast room began to feel the difference between watching a live broadcast and watching a documentary.
Documentaries are well-edited, with highlights and conflicts gathered together, which naturally makes them more attractive. But live broadcasts are a complete survival process, which is more boring than exciting. Just like now, watching Xu Qiao walk for more than an hour, speechless all the way, breathing intermittently, it would be difficult for viewers who are bored to watch it.
People gradually left and came into the live broadcast room, and finally the number of people stabilized in a relatively fixed range.
[It’s a bit boring, why doesn’t my brother talk?]
[We are filming a documentary, live streaming is just a side job, do you still expect Xu Qiao to chat with you like the anchor?]
[I actually think it’s pretty good, very real. It’s like I’m right beside Xu Qiao and trying to survive with him. I watch the video while doing my own thing, and I’ll look at it from time to time. It really satisfies Qiao fans]
"The sun is rising. We need to find a place to get some shade and wait until the hottest time of the sun is over before we continue walking." Xu Qiao wiped the sweat off his head and pointed forward. "There is an acacia tree over there. Let's go over there and take a rest."
As you get closer, you can clearly see that the acacia tree in front of you has a solid trunk and lush branches and leaves like an umbrella.
"In order to avoid being attacked by some wild beasts, it is better to climb up a tree. There are hard thorns on the branches of this kind of tree, so be careful." Xu Qiao said as he climbed up the tree trunk.
He was very agile and climbed up the tree in no time. He then lay on the trunk. The sunlight was blocked by the branches and leaves. Xu Qiao sighed comfortably.
Xiaowen and Daniel below looked at each other. Xiaowen couldn't help but use gestures to ask Daniel if he could climb trees. Daniel shook his head and zoomed in the camera to focus on Xu Qiao on the branch.
The good thing is that there are also drones controlled by the pilot to supplement the footage.
After taking a few sips of water, Xu Qiao looked at the water level which had dropped a lot and put the water back into his backpack: "I only brought this bottle of water. I need to find a new water source as soon as possible before it runs out. Otherwise, it's easy to get heatstroke and lack of water on the prairie now."
He turned his head and looked towards the dry riverbed. In that direction he could see that the terrain was even more rugged.
"In East Africa, if you are stranded on the savannah and can't find your way, try to get to higher ground, preferably along the riverbed."
"First, you may find a water source near the riverbed. Second, the high ground is close to the source of the water source and is more likely to be a human gathering place. But you should also be careful. You need water, and so do wild animals. When you are getting water, wild animals may ambush you at any time, so just have a general direction and don't get too close."
After lying on the tree trunk for a few hours, Xu Qiao even took a nap in the middle.
[I went out for lunch and came back. My brother is still sleeping 233]
[Even if I don’t talk and go to sleep, I can watch it all day long]
[The sun seems to be a little smaller]
After the hottest time passed, Xu Qiao jumped down from the tree and continued walking in the original direction.
After walking for about another hour, you can see that the grass around you is no longer yellowish, but has a hint of green, which means that the water content of the soil here is higher than in other places.
As we got closer to the riverbed, we could see that the soil at the innermost part was still moist, but there were no obvious signs of water.
Xu Qiao walked over and pressed the wet soil: "In this case, to get water, you can use the ground steam water method, like this."
After finding a stone, Xu Qiao dug a 20-centimeter-deep bowl-shaped pit on the wet riverbed. "Put a water container at the bottom of the pit, cover the ground with a transparent plastic sheet, and press it down on all sides.
"When the groundwater evaporates and meets the cold on the plastic sheet, it condenses and drips into the container. The advantage is that the water obtained in this way is very clean, but the disadvantage is that it is very slow." He stood up and said, "I'll take note of this place. I'll look ahead again. If there is no suitable place, I'll use this place as a temporary shelter."
Shaking off the dirt on his hands, Xu Qiao walked along the riverbed towards the higher ground ahead.
They came across a few cacti on the road, and Xu Qiao picked some and put them in his backpack.
"When you are on the road, if you come across any resource that can be used as food, you must preserve it. This is an edible cactus, and the stem flesh inside can satisfy hunger and quench thirst. If you can't find a water source today, you can use it to replenish your water."
The terrain became more rugged as we went further, and there were many low hills in the upper reaches of the riverbed.
When he reached the foot of the hill, Xu Qiao suddenly stopped. The sound of the wind that entered his ears seemed to be mixed with some other sounds.
Xu Qiao made a hushing gesture and listened carefully for a while.
[what]
[what happens?]
Seeing his expression, the audience couldn't help but hold their breath and listen.
After a moment, Xu Qiao smiled and said, "Did you hear that? It's the banjo."
[Why didn't I hear any sound?]
[It seems to be a little vague.]
"This instrument originated in Africa and became popular in the United States. The banjo has a warm and lively sound, but..." Xu Qiao curved his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came from. "This sound is very gentle."
The banjo is a traditional Western plucked string instrument. Xu Qiao is more familiar with this instrument because it is also an instrument that uses leather to resonate, very similar to the sanxian.
"There seems to be the sound of horses coming from the other side of the slope. There may be a gathering place over there, an indigenous tribe or travelers or something like that. Let's go and take a look, and be careful." Xu Qiao climbed up the slopes one by one, and Xiaowen and Daniel followed behind.
The closer you get, the clear, grainy sound of the piano becomes more and more obvious, along with the sound of horse hooves.
After climbing over the last slope, Xu Qiao supported himself with his hands, sat on the top of the slope and looked down.
There was a small lake in front of me, sparkling in the sunlight from above the equator. A man in a straw hat was sitting by the lake with his back to me, playing a round banjo in his hand.
A piece of mud rolled down from Xu Qiao's feet and landed on the man playing the piano, gently strumming him.
The man stopped plucking the strings, turned around, and was stunned when he saw Xu Qiao.
The young man sitting on the high hillside had a cold pale oriental face and his clothes were covered in mud.
The corners of the young man's mouth unconsciously curled up in a subtle arc, and his dark pupils looked down at him, as clean and clear as the lake where flamingos were playing in the water.
Just as the man was about to say something, two people holding cameras appeared behind the young man on the slope.
Xiaowen and Daniel were slower and climbed up the hill after Xu Qiao, and the camera immediately turned to them.
The audience in the live broadcast room were stunned when they saw this scene on camera.
There was a lake at the foot of the hill. Due to the dry season, the water level had become very shallow, exposing a large area of dry and cracked riverbed. On the lake, there were dozens of pink flamingos bathing gracefully, and a horse with a bridle was drinking water by the lake.
And by the lake, sat a Western man with deep features.
He looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a straw hat and holding a banjo in his arms. When he saw several people take off their hats, he smiled. His smile was appropriate, gentle and kind.
[Fuck]
[So handsome! ! ]
[Tell me quickly that this isn’t the handsome guy arranged by the program team!]
Seeing the person suddenly appear, Xiaowen and Daniel reacted quickly and moved the camera away to other places.
They won't film others without permission, let alone now that it's being broadcast live.
[Ahhh, the camera, the camera!!]
[I haven’t seen his face clearly yet! Why are you moving so fast?]
[I woke up instantly and asked my sisters to watch the live broadcast]
The slope here was a bit steep. Seeing that Xu Qiao wanted to come down, the man put the banjo on the grass next to him, walked over and stretched out his broad, bony hand to him, and said in English: "Christien Flanders."
Xu Qiao went down the slope, his body moving forward due to inertia, and he stabilized himself with the help of Christian's palm.
"Hello, Xu Qiao." Xu Qiao smiled at him politely, withdrew his hand, turned around and helped Xiaowen and Daniel walk down the hill.
Daniel looked at Christian's western face and suddenly felt more friendly.
Due to the filming, we didn't communicate much with him. Daniel just pointed at his camera and asked, "We are here to shoot a documentary in Serengeti. Do you want to be in the camera?"
Christian did not answer immediately. He glanced at Xu Qiao and then nodded with a gentle smile.
During the conversation, I learned that Chrétien is a French folklorist who came to the Serengeti to study the folk culture of the indigenous tribes. He has lived in the indigenous tribes of the Serengeti for more than a year.
After Christian took off his straw hat, his hair was a little messy due to the wind, but he still looked handsome.
Looking at his facial features, he has deep eyebrows, a strong nose with a slightly hooked shape, thin lips, and a very outstanding temperament.
According to the comments that were rapidly scrolling across the screen at this time, this was a handsome man who was obviously an intellectual, and he also had the romantic temperament unique to French men.
After chatting for a while and learning about the content of Xu Qiao's recording, Christian looked at the several off-road vehicles following not far away and said, "My tribe is not far away. I would like to invite you to visit me."
Worried that the shooting theme might not match, Xu Qiao sought Gong Sheng's advice.
Gong Sheng smiled and said it was no problem, as encountering an indigenous tribe was something that could happen during the survival process.
After receiving a positive response, Christian untied the horse's reins and held them in his hand, took out the banjo and hung it on the horse, and finally put on a shotgun for self-defense.
Xu Qiao looked at his back. This man exuded the aura of an old-school French aristocrat. Even his back looked elegant and dignified, which was somewhat out of place with the wild and mysterious African savannah.
Christian patted the horse's head gently, turned over and straddled the horse's back.
Pulling the reins and walking back and forth twice, he drove the horse to Xu Qiao, leaned over and stretched out his hand.
Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment.
[Ah, brother, what are you standing there for?]
[Hurry up and get on the horse, let’s have fun riding together! ]
Xiaowen looked at the two of them and sighed in her heart: French men are so friendly and enthusiastic.
But why did they only invite Xu Qiao? Xiao Wen was confused.
On the other side, in Beijing, it was already dark. Xu Siyi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He saw this scene on the computer screen at a glance and paused as he wiped his hair.