Little Life on An American Ranch

It took Jian Heng about ten minutes to go around the venue, probably because there were not many small vendors who came to sell things in the first session, and most of them came for food, like what Burger stands, burrito stands, etc., the main consumers are almost all Americans. From time to time, I see a group of Americans holding hamburgers, burritos and a few grinning friends together to deal with it.

Just as Jian Hengdong was looking around, he suddenly heard a burst of loud trumpets sounding. Jian Heng couldn't help but cheer up, because he knew that this was the signal for the official start of the rodeo, so he followed the crowd to the venue direction.

The venue was very simple, with a circle of steps of different sizes, surrounded by an empty field. The field was about half the size of a football field. He found a platform at random and stood on it. Jian Heng stretched his head and looked at it like everyone else. Looking at the rostrum of the venue.

It’s an exaggeration to say that it’s the rostrum, but it’s actually just a platform with a small area. I don’t know whose long table was moved here. Anyway, it’s not like there are tables and chairs for leaders to speak at the domestic sports meeting. Here is a table, just stand on it if you want to talk.

It is the county magistrate who is in charge of speaking this year.

After a few minutes of speaking, the fat white man in his fifties announced the official start of the meeting, followed by applause.

Jian Heng clapped his hands casually twice, and then saw three girls and rode into the venue. The three girls were not very old, all around fifteen or sixteen years old, and each held a flag in their hands. The girl in the middle Carrying the American Stars and Stripes, the girl to her right holds the Montana flag, and to her left the American flag is the county flag.

Among the three girls, the one holding the state flag is a white girl, the one holding the American flag is a black girl, and the remaining one is a white girl but obviously has white blood, and she is of mixed race. The three girls wore uniform blue one-piece skirts, white thighs exposed, and white long riding boots on their feet. The fluttering flags fluttered against the young and energetic girls, which made people feel good all of a sudden. up.

The three girls walked around the arena, and when the three girls got close to any of the venues, there would be cheers from that venue. When the three girls stood in front of the rostrum, they turned their backs to the rostrum, and urged their horses to the middle of the venue.

Needless to say, the national anthem was sung in a routine.

"Why does Lao Mei play like this, there is nothing new!"

Just as Jian Hengdong was looking around and listening to everyone singing the American national anthem, he suddenly heard a familiar Chinese word in his ear.

As soon as Jian Heng turned his head, he realized that at some point there were two young Chinese in their twenties standing next to him. Both of them were dressed very fashionable, and they were trendy in today's words!

Anyway, Jian Heng can't appreciate this so-called fashion, so-called trend. Seeing these gangsters, Jian Heng felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was about to break out.

Because of these two guys, the crotch of the trousers hangs to the crook of the leg, the clothes look like they are a few sizes too big, and the hat is either on the head, or it is tied with a headband, or it is combed in various styles. Such a braid. Jian Heng couldn't help but want to tear off their pants, tear off their clothes and put on the right ones.

"It's because there is nothing new in the domestic game. People play the national flag and the national anthem. China didn't have it when they played the national anthem. The first time the national anthem was performed on a diplomatic occasion was a ditty sung by Li Hongzhang!" Jian Heng said casually.

The two young men seemed to want to speak out against Jian Heng, but Jian Heng stared at him: "If you talk too much, I'll tell them that they don't respect the American flag. These old cowboys will tear you two apart! Sing the national anthem and show respect." .

"..."

After hearing this, the two boys shrank their necks involuntarily. They knew the temper of the old cowboy, and they shrank their heads for a moment when they heard what Jian Heng said.

Although Jian Heng doesn't know how to sing along, he won't turn his head and talk nonsense with others at this time.

"Hey?!"

"Hey?"

Jian Heng turned his head and saw two young men standing beside him,

He couldn't help but frowned: "What's the matter with you?"

"My buddy would like to ask you, where did you buy this suit?" The young man with a headband asked Jian Heng.

"There are some in clothing stores. You can go to shopping malls in the city, and there are places to buy clothes." After Jian Heng finished speaking, he turned his attention to the venue.

After watching it for less than two minutes, I heard the voices of two people in my ears again.

"Dude, hey! Dude!"

Jian Heng really didn't want to talk to these two people, but these two really didn't treat themselves as outsiders, and when they saw Jian Heng didn't answer, they directly grabbed Jian Heng's clothes.

"Dude!"

"What's the matter?"

The one still wearing the hat asked, "Are you local?"

"Ask if you have anything to say, or just shut up!" Jian Heng said very bluntly.

Jian Heng really annoys these two kids, they don't have any tutoring at all, they just come up with buddies, or hey, hey, maybe they think it's personality, this is cool, but in Jian Heng's view, it's the lack of tutoring. Jian Heng didn't know that some children can't tell what is without a tutor and what is cool.

"Why are you like this, no wonder people say that the Chinese here in the United States look down on the Chinese!" the boy with the hair tie muttered.

Jian Heng turned his face and took two steps to stand in front of the man with the hair tie: "You asked me to be friendly to you, have you been friendly to me yet? The first sentence was hey, your adults didn't teach you Be polite, even if your parents didn’t, the teacher didn’t teach you? Can’t you say please? Should I answer your question?”

It may be because he was spoiled in China, the man with the hair tie never expected to face such a scene one day, and suddenly saw Jian Heng standing in front of him aggressively, his whole face was less than 20 centimeters away from him, as if As if he was about to eat himself, his face turned pale from fright, and he muttered a few times to say something, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

"sorry Sorry!"

The one with the hat on crookedly was also frightened when he saw it, and hurriedly pulled away his companion and said sorry to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng watched the two of them leave, and lightly scolded their backs: "What the hell! It's just a mouthful."

I also focused back on the scene and continued to watch the show. The first show was performed by the children, riding a sheep! A row of eight children about seven or eight years old, whether they are little boys or little girls, are all dressed up in serious cowboys, and they go up one by one to ride the sheep.

While the little guy was riding, the on-site commentator continued to explain. The commentator's ability to control the field was very good, and he threw out a burden with a few words, which made the audience outside and inside the field very happy.

A cute little kid fell off the sheep's back and started crying after turning over. The commentator immediately walked up and asked with a microphone: "My child, what's wrong with you? You're so sad. It's okay. It doesn't matter." of".

"I didn't stay as long as Lina!" Xiaowazi said aggrievedly while crying.

"Who is Lina?" The host asked knowingly and put the microphone next to the boy's mouth.

The boy crying here is a sad one. How could he be in the mood to answer his question, so he put the microphone back to his ear: "Is it the little girl who played in front of you?"

Seeing the boy nodding his head, the host said: "Son, don't be so sad, because there are still many days when you will be defeated by girls. One day they will not only defeat you, but also take away half of your property!"

Amidst the laughter, the host reached out and poked the little boy's chest: "Now, boy, be brave! Go-cowboy!"

Jian Heng was having fun with everyone here, when suddenly he heard someone nagging beside him again.

"Excuse me, please".

"It's you again?" Jian Heng turned his face and saw those two people again, feeling depressed for a while.

"Brother... brother, oh, no, master, we want to ask if you are a local?" Yes, standing very straight, speaking in a fairly to the point tone.

"I'm not a local, but I've lived here for a long time. If you have any questions, please ask. I'll tell you if I know." If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, so Jian Heng decided to give the two of them a chance.

What Jian Lan doesn't know is that these two have gone around in circles, the two of them are so poor in English that it's like shit, where can I find a foreigner to ask questions, even if I do, with their English, it's still stuck in Good morning Between the levels, what questions can be asked.

"I heard that Grandpa is here, we want to know where he often appears, we just want to meet the idol," said the man with the crooked hat.

"Who is Mrs. Mu?" Jian Heng was directly stunned by the question.

Seeing that Jian Heng didn't know who Mu Ye was, the two of them immediately took out a photo, and when they saw the person in the photo, Jian Heng remembered and asked, "His name is Mu Ye?"

Seeing the two nodded, Jian Heng said, "It's a bit late for you to see him, he won't be here until next April."

"how do you know?"

The two were a little skeptical.

"If you don't believe me, just wait here," Jian Heng said.

Jian Heng never knew that this student was called Mu Ye, because he always appeared in the ranch under another name. Jian Heng's understanding of the music circle was still in the era of Britney Spears, because of the fruit sister, or It's Lady Gaga who really doesn't have this level of appreciation.

Hearing what Jian Heng said, both of them were disappointed.

Jian Henghe didn't have the mood to pay attention to the expressions of these two people. Anyway, as long as the two of them stopped asking themselves questions, Jian Heng felt very good. He really couldn't understand the feeling of a fan who couldn't see his idol.

Seeing Jian Heng's side, the two tended to ignore him, so they stood beside Jian Heng for a while before leaving together.

Jian Heng just glanced at the backs of the two from the corner of his eyes, and then turned his attention back to the arena.

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