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Everyone moved things away first, and the plane did not take off immediately. Agra proposed to bring the crew of the film together to celebrate the movie. Everyone has really been suffocated these days, and they all agreed with Agra's proposal.

Han Mo did not attend the celebration banquet together because he had more important things.

It was the hottest time in the noon, when the sun's rays hit the earth directly, and layers of heat waves rose from the ground in the distance.

Han Mo walks alone on the streets of India. Compared with Beidu, the streets here are far behind.

He is not hanging out, nor is it to experience 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 before.

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

The training room is not big. To be precise, it is not as spacious as the training venue that Han Mo used for filming the movie, but the sound of the body hitting the ground and the roars of the girls trying to concentrate their attention kept coming from inside. .

Han Mo stood outside the window for a while, attracting the attention of the Indian men 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 called him tentatively.

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

The Indian man was short, dark-skinned 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, but 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 rarely watch TV, and I don't have time to watch movies, so I don't know anything about some news." The man was a little embarrassed, and his tone was self-deprecating. .

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

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

He asked Han Mo to sit next to him and poured a cup of tea for Han Mo.

To Han Mo's surprise, he started observing the training room from the window, and then walked in, standing, walking, and sitting in this small room, without attracting the attention of any of the girls in training.

Perhaps for these girls sweating on the training ground, training is what they care about most, and anything but training is irrelevant.

Seeing that Han Mo was observing the girls in training, the man said with a smile, "Many people are asking me why I let girls learn to wrestle. It's so shameful. My neighbors, I friends, as well as the children's teachers and classmates."

Han Mo shook his head slightly, "This is nothing to be ashamed of. Your actions are great. You have changed the fate of children. Those who oppose you will one day understand that what you did is right."

"Haha, I don't really care if they will agree with me or not. 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 looked at the man who was working hard. The girls in training have pride in their eyes.

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

"How are the children's grades?" Han Mo asked casually. He knew that India does not allow girls to engage in sports at all. It is very shameful to cut short hair and wear sports shorts. It is impossible to be accepted. Without the support of those around them, their training was lonely and difficult.

Han Mo is not sure whether girls can also achieve grades in the India of this world.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as his voice fell, the Indian man's eyes flashed, "I can guarantee that no boy in the entire state of Haryana can beat my daughters."

"Oh~ that's really good.

Haven't thought about taking your kids a step further? "Han Mo asked.

The Indian man at the moment sighed a long time, "Regular games require some formalities, and for us, it's a little troublesome."

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

Han Mo knew that any comforting words were useless now, and any words seemed so pale to the sweaty children.

Just a moment of frustration, 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 who were training in the field with anticipation, "They all know what they should do now, they eat as much as boys every day, bear the same training intensity as boys, and they have beaten most men of the same age in wrestling. Hands. I am proud of them, they are the best, all their efforts now are to have a better life, and they can see a wider world in the future.”

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

Han Mo and the Indian man chatted for a long time again. Unlike the strictness during training, the Indian man who chatted with Han Mo always talked about his daughters, and his face was full of fatherly love.

Han Mo walked out of the training room alone. From the beginning to the end, the girls in training did not react to his arrival or 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 the daughters, but that the father imposes his unfulfilled ideals on the daughters.

But Han Mo knows that this is not the case. If people insist on saying this, then is it the ideal of Indian girls to marry a man they don't know at all when they are in their teens, when they should most enjoy their youth without worry, and live for the rest of their lives for the rest of their lives. Does he do laundry, cook and serve his in-laws?

Obviously not.

So how can it be said that letting the daughters wrestle is to impose the regret of not being able to win the international competition medal on the daughter? Isn't that the only way daughters can change their destiny?

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 destiny.

In India, which has always been patriarchal, women have always been at a disadvantage. The proportion of child marriages in India is as high as 47%. They are forced to marry in their teens in exchange for dowry for their parents.

Some of the women who are discriminated against stay at home, while others farm in the countryside, clear sewers in the city, carry sand, clean the streets, etc., doing rough jobs that men don’t like to do.

It is unimaginable how much courage it takes for someone to break the shackles of such inferior traditions on their own strength, so their fathers are not selfish or imposing their ideals on them.

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

Han Mo turned back to look through the glass again to the father in the training room who strictly instructed the training of his daughters.

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

He recalled in his heart the excitement of finding the name.

The man who may change the history of Indian sports.

Mahavira!

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