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Sunlight shines through the orange-red curtains, and passionate music comes from a distance, making Tanli wake up leisurely.
She sat up in a daze, dazed for a while, and then opened the curtains.
Blue sky, white clouds, walls separated by yellow and orange, golden marigolds decorating the doors and windows, various painted skulls can be seen everywhere.
This is Mexico.
It has been more than half a year since Tan Li and Ying Heng set out to travel around the world. They went to Canada first.
Because it was the first place he went, Tanli’s laziness was still there. Most of the time, she stayed in Ying Heng’s big villa in Canada, only going out to see the endless snow and the blue sky.
Canada is a big place with few people and very quiet. Tanli and Yingheng stayed there for 2 months, and their minds found unprecedented peace.
As summer was approaching, the two moved to the West Coast of the United States.
Walking out of nature, you can hear the noise.
Bright sunshine, lively beaches.
Tong Jing bought a sea-view villa in the best location for Tan Li in advance. Every time she opened the window, there was the sound of rolling waves.
Ying Heng asked Tan Li if she wanted to learn surfing.
Tan Li thought she had nothing to do, so she learned.
Not only did she learn to surf, she also learned to skateboard out of boredom.
Ying Heng originally wanted to find a professional coach for her, but later, for some reason, he changed his mind and took the coaching himself.
Tan Li: “Can your prosthetic limb work?”
Ying Heng: “How will you know if you don’t try it?”
After learning for a whole month, Tan Li successfully graduated. Her own evaluation of this is: “Thanks to my strong physical fitness, You can grasp the secret by yourself.”
Ying Heng’s reply was, “Is there a possibility that the teacher taught him well?”
The two argued about becoming a teacher for three months, but in the end no one could convince the other.
After staying in the United States for less than half a year, Tanli went to see Broadway, and also spent some time in Hollywood. She attended many wealthy parties in the Upper East Side, learned how to operate a helicopter, and even took a helicopter exam for herself.
When leaving the United States, Tan Li left all her gorgeous high-end clothing and jewelry in a high-rise villa in the United States, put on a light suitcase, and came to a small Mexican town.
Ying Heng said it was almost time and he could take her to experience the local festival in Mexico – Day of the Dead.
“Knock knock”.
There was a knock on the door, and Tan Li shouted through the door, “I’ll wash up, and you go to the restaurant for breakfast first.”
“Okay.” Ying Heng’s voice came through the door.
After breakfast, the two walked onto the streets of Mexico.
Bright, rich, bright.
This is Tan Li’s impression of Mexico.
Highly saturated colors can be seen everywhere, ribbons and feathers are flying everywhere, and because the Day of the Dead is approaching, the streets are full of people, and people on both sides cannot understand the language.
Tan Li pointed at a child whose face was painted like a skull, “I want it too.”
“…” Ying Heng looked at the child, then at Tan Li’s fair face, and nodded, “Wait a minute. I’ll find a makeup artist.”
With him as a versatile director who is proficient in various languages, Tan Li just puts forward the request and waits without worrying that Ying Heng can’t do it.
Ying Heng found a local professional makeup artist for face painting for Tan Li, and also had people prepare local traditional Mexican costumes and some scattered jewelry.
There was no way, maybe it was the wealthy parties on the Upper East Side that made Tan Li tired of dressing up. When they came to Mexico, they didn’t bring any jewelry, only some light clothes.
Ying Heng didn’t want Tan Li to put those cheap rhinestones on his face, so he had to rush to have some small colorful jewelry delivered.
“You want to do it too.” After Tan Li finished applying makeup so that her face could not be seen, she pointed at Ying Heng before going to change clothes.
“Huh?” Ying Heng was stunned.
Tan Li gesticulated with the makeup artist who had just done her makeup. The makeup artist was confused. In the end, Ying Heng couldn’t stand it anymore. He said a few words to the makeup artist and resigned himself to sitting in Tan Li’s seat. .
Both of them changed into traditional Mexican costumes and wore face paint that looked indistinguishably oriental, perfectly blending into the atmosphere of the Day of the Dead.
“The atmosphere of Mexico’s Day of the Dead is a little different from our Tomb Sweeping Day. People here believe that they will reunite with the souls of their relatives and friends on this day, so they will be more cheerful.”
“There is a writer in Mexico named Oke Tavio Paz once said that death shows the highest meaning of life; it is the opposite and complement of life. This is also a reflection of their country’s customs and philosophical concepts.”
Ying Heng looked at it seriously. He is an all-around tour guide, arranging itinerary, food and accommodation, external communication, identifying the way, and telling Tanli about the local customs and customs wherever he goes.
Tan Li watched the parade in Daozhong, seemingly not listening to Ying Heng’s words.
Ying Heng knew that she was actually listening.
They traveled throughout North America together, and during this short time together, Ying Heng also discovered some little habits of Tan Li.
For example, she actually likes to have someone talking in her ears all the time. When she listens carefully to what others are saying, her ears will move, like a little rabbit. The amplitude is so small that you can’t even see it unless you look carefully.
For another example, Tan Li can actually act coquettishly, and the way she acts coquettishly is also very subtle. She looks straight at you, with no expression on her face, except that she blinks a little faster than usual.
She doesn’t like sweet food, but she likes spicy food.
She has no religious beliefs, but is interested in stories about the afterlife.
Just like this time.
After watching the parade, the two went to the cemetery.
Orange candles swayed, flowers were everywhere, music was playing continuously, and there were huge crowds of people.
An Oriental face passed by Tan Li. A girl smiled and said to the boy next to her, “Wow, is this the legendary graveyard disco? It’s too lively!”
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