Everyone moved their things first, the plane didn't take off immediately, Agra proposed to take the crew to celebrate the completion of the movie together, everyone has really been suffocated these days, and they all agreed to Agra's proposal.

Because Han Mo had more important things, he didn't attend the celebration banquet together.

It is the hottest time of the day, when the sun's rays hit the earth, and layers of heat rise from the ground in the distance.

Han Mo walked alone on the streets of India, and compared with the northern capital, the streets here seemed much backward.

He was not wandering around, nor was he trying to feel the exotic 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, looking through the glass window, looking 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 that Han Mo used to shoot the movie, but there is constantly the sound of bodies hitting the ground and the roars of girls in order to make themselves more focused.

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

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

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

The Indian man, who was not tall, had dark skin and a beard, strode towards Han Mo, stretched out his powerful hand, and took the initiative to shake hands with Han Mo.

"I thought you would look a little older, I didn't expect to be so young. The Indian man's eyes showed a look of disbelief.

Han Mo smiled.

The Indian man continued, "I've known your name for a long time, I've heard of it, I don't watch much TV, I don't have time to watch movies, so I don't know anything about some news. The man was a little embarrassed, and there was a self-deprecating tone in his tone.

"That's because you're using all your time for something more meaningful. Han Mo admired the man in front of him very much.

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

He invited Han Mo to sit on the side and poured a cup of tea for Han Mo.

What surprised Han Mo a little was that he started from observing the training room outside the window, and then walked in, standing, walking, and sitting down in this not big room, without attracting the attention of any girl in training.

Maybe for these girls who sweat on the training ground, training is what they care about the most, and nothing but 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 too shameful." These include my neighbors, my friends, and the children's teachers and classmates. ”

Han Mo shook his head slightly, "There is no shame in this, your actions are great, you have changed the fate of the children, and those who oppose you will understand one day sooner or later that you are right to do so." ”

"Haha, I don't really care if they will agree with me, I just hope that my daughters can be good enough to have their own lives, instead of pinning their youth on others. The Indian man's inky eyes looked at the girls who were training hard, and his eyes were full of pride.

At this moment, Han Mo could feel that in his heart, these children were the best girls, girls who were better than boys.

"What are the children's grades?" Han Mo asked casually, he knew that girls are not allowed to engage in sports at all in India now, cutting their hair short and wearing sports shorts is a very shameful thing, it is impossible to be accepted at all, there is no suitable venue, there is no support from the people around them, their training is lonely and difficult.

Han Mo is not sure if girls can also achieve results in this world of India.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as his words fell, the Indian man's eyes flashed, "I can guarantee that not a single boy in the whole of Haryana can beat my daughters." ”

"Ou~ That's good. Haven't you thought about letting the children go further?" Han Mo asked.

At this moment, the Indian man let out a long sigh, "The regular game requires some formalities, and for us, there is some trouble. ”

The Indian man didn't say it directly, but Han Mo knew what the trouble he was in and knew better what these obstacles meant to these desperate girls on the training ground.

Han Mo knew that it was useless to say any words of comfort now, and any words seemed so pale and powerless to the sweating children.

It was just a moment of frustration, and 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 arena with anticipation, "They all know what they have to do now, they eat as much as the boys every day, they train at the same intensity as the boys, and they outperform most male wrestlers of their age." I am very proud of them, they are the best, all their efforts now are to have a better life, and I can see a wider world in the future. ”

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

Han Mo and the Indian man talked for a long time, different from the strictness during the training, the Indian man when chatting with Han Mo was full of father's love every time he talked about his daughters.

Han Mo walked out of the training room alone, from beginning to end, the girls in training did not react to his arrival and departure, they have been seizing every minute and every second of training.

Han Mo knew that many people would think that this was not for the ideals of his daughters, but that the father imposed his unfulfilled ideals on his daughters.

But Han Mo knows that this is not the case, if people have to say this, then is it true that the ideal of Indian girls is to marry a man they don't know when they are teenagers when they should enjoy their youth carefree and carefree, and do laundry, cook for him and serve their in-laws for the rest of their lives?

Apparently not.

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

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

Women have always been vulnerable in India, where 47 percent of children are married, and they are forced to marry in their teens in exchange for a bride price for their parents.

Some of the women who are discriminated against stay at home, while others work in the countryside, dredge gutters in the city, carry sand, clean the streets, etc., doing men's unpleasant jobs.

It is impossible to imagine how much courage it takes for someone to break the shackles of this inferior tradition on their own, so their father was not selfish and did not impose his own ideals on them.

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

Han Mo turned his head again and looked through the glass at his father who was strictly guiding his daughters in the training room.

I am silently glad in my heart that in two different worlds, I can really find similar people doing similar things.

He reminisced about the excitement he felt when he discovered the name.

This is the man who could change the history of Indian sports.

Mahavia!