Chapter 470

Everyone moved the things first. The plane didn't take off immediately. Agra proposed to take the crew to celebrate the film's killing. Everyone has really been suffocated these days and agreed with Agra's proposal.

Han Mo didn't attend the celebration banquet because there were more important things.

It was at the hottest time of noon that the sun shone directly on the earth, raising layers of heat waves from the distant ground.

Han Mo walks on the streets of India alone. Compared with Beidu, the streets here seem to be much behind.

He didn't wander around or feel the customs of India. Han Mo refused the celebration banquet because he had an important friend to meet, a friend he had never met.

Han Mo stood at the door and looked through the glass window at the scene in the training room.

The training room is not big. To be exact, it is not as spacious as the training ground used by Han Mo in filming, but there are constant sounds of body hitting the ground and the roars of girls in order to make themselves more focused.

Han Mo stood outside the window for a while and attracted the attention of the Indian man in the training room.

"Mr. Han?" The middle-aged man standing in the training room was stunned when he saw Han Mo outside the window, and then tentatively called him.

Han Mo nodded, walked around the door and gently pushed the door open.

The Indian man was not tall, dark and bearded. He strode towards Han Mo, stretched out a strong hand and took the initiative to shake hands with Han mo.

"I thought you would look older. I didn't expect you to be so young." The Indian man's eyes showed an incredible look.

Han Mo smiled.

The Indian man continued, "I have known your name for a long time. I have heard of it. I seldom watch TV and have no time to watch movies, so I know nothing about some news." The man was a little embarrassed, with a tone of self mockery.

"That's because you spend all your time doing more meaningful things." Han Mo admires the man in front of him.

The Indian man smiled, with a fat middle-aged figure and a slightly raised stomach, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

He asked Han Mo to sit aside and pour a cup of tea for Han mo.

To Han Mo's surprise, he began to observe the training room outside the window, and then walked in. Standing, walking and sitting in this small room, he didn't attract the attention of any girl in training.

Perhaps for these girls who sweat on the training ground, training is what they care about most. Everything except training is irrelevant.

The man saw that Han Mo was observing the girls in training and said with a smile, "many people are asking me why I let girls learn wrestling. It's so shameful. Those who say this include my neighbors, my friends, and the children's teachers and classmates. "

Han Mo shook his head slightly. "It's no shame. Your action is great. You have changed the fate of the children. Those who oppose you will understand that you are right one day."

"Ha ha, I don't care if they will agree with me. I just hope my daughters can be good enough to have their own life, rather than pinning their youth on others." Indian men's dark eyes looked at the girls who were trying to train, and their eyes were full of pride.

At the moment, Han Mo can feel that in his heart, these children are the best girls, girls better than boys.

"How are the children doing?" Han Mo asked casually. He knew that girls were not allowed to engage in sports in India. It was a shame to cut their hair and wear sports shorts. It was impossible to be accepted. Without suitable venues and the support of people around them, their training was lonely and difficult.

Han Mo is not sure whether girls can make achievements in India in this world.

To his surprise, as soon as his voice fell, the Indian man's eyes twinkled, "I can guarantee that no boy in the whole state of Haryana can beat my daughters."

"Oh, that's good. Don't you want to let the children go further? " Han Mo asked.

At the moment, the Indian man sighed a long sigh, "the formal game needs some procedures. It's a little troublesome for us."

The Indian man didn't say it directly, but Han Mo knew what his troubles were and what these obstacles meant to the hard-working girls on the training ground.

Han Mo knows that it's useless to say any comforting words now. Any words seem so pale and powerless for the sweaty children.

Just a moment of depression, the Indian man immediately smiled again, and the lines on his face became a little deeper because of this smile.

The man looked at the girls training in the field with expectation, "they all know what to do now. They eat as much as boys every day and bear the same training intensity as boys. They surpass most male wrestlers of the same age. I am proud of them. They are the best. All their efforts now are to have a better life and see a broader world in the future. "

Han Mo didn't know whether he had said these words to his daughters, but he was sure that his daughters must have felt them long ago.

Han Mo and Indian men talked for a long time. Different from the severity during training, Indian men who talked with Han Mo often talked about their daughters, and their faces were full of father's love.

Han Mo walked out of the training room alone. From beginning to end, the girls in the training didn't respond to his arrival and departure. They have been training every minute and every second.

Han Mo knows that many people will think that this is not for the ideals of his daughters, but that his father imposed his unfinished ideals on his daughters.

But Han Mo knows that this is not the case. If people have to say so, is it the ideal of Indian girls to marry a man they don't know, wash, cook and serve their mother-in-law's family all their life when they should be carefree and enjoy their youth in their teens?

Obviously not.

So how can it be said that letting daughters wrestle is to impose on their daughters the regret that they failed to win medals in international competitions? Isn't this the only way daughters can change their fate?

Like many backward rural children in China, many of them are studying hard, because the college entrance examination may be the only way to change their fate.

In the Indian country, which has always prioritized boys over girls, women have always been in a weak position. The proportion of child marriage in India is as high as 47%. They are forced to get married in their teens in exchange for dowry for their parents.

Some of the discriminated women stay at home, while others work in the countryside, dredge sewers in the city, carry sand, clean streets and so on.

I can't imagine how much courage it takes for someone to break the shackles of this inferior tradition on their own, so their father is not selfish or impose his ideals on them.

But it opens a new door for them, the door to a happy life, and every drop of sweat they pay on the training ground will be rewarded.

Han Mo turned back again and looked through the glass at his father who severely guided his daughters in the training room.

In my heart, I silently rejoice that in two different worlds, I can really find similar people and do similar things.

He remembered in his heart the excitement of discovering the name.

The man who may change the history of Indian sports.

Mahavia!