The next morning, Zong Hang got the first week's internship schedule.

Long Song thought very thoughtfully: "You can't play here. There will always be a day when you go back. At that time, your father asks about the hotel and you don't know when you ask, you are unlucky, and I am unlucky too."

The internship arrangements he made were scientific and reasonable, and he could not miss eating, drinking, learning and playing.

Week 1.

I was intern at the front desk concierge in the morning. I didn’t need to do anything, so I just took a look at how the waiter received the guests and how the room was lined up. I just knew it and knew it.

I went to visit Angkor Wat in the afternoon. There were many attractions in Angkor Wat. Bayon Temple, Bengmire, Queen's Palace, said that they have their own advantages. However, if you look at it, it is all stone buildings. It is easy to get aesthetically tired when you visit it in a concentrated manner, so you have to slowly look at one place a day and eat it.

I went to the old market area at night, which was also a cave, and I had fun and cash in the gold cave, bar street and night market restaurants. I first picked up the restaurant bar listed in the famous travel manual "lonelypla" and experienced one in one day, striving to avoid omissions and break them one by one.

With the internship form, Zong Hang was filled with emotion and felt that Zong Bisheng had a good vision of knowing people. Long Song was really a talented person.

***

The morning internship was tense and fulfilling.

Knowing that he has a special identity, everyone is polite to him. The hotel is mainly for Chinese guests and has language requirements for employees. Many front desk waiters are learning Chinese by themselves and constantly asking Zong Hang how to pronounce the word and how to spell the pinyin. Zong Hang has experienced the feeling of being needed and being valued for the first time. He is proud and happy to be a teacher. He feels that he will not get tired of doing such an internship for another ten years.

Long Song seized the opportunity and took a photo of Zhang Zonghang being surrounded by people and sent it to Zong Bisheng, and also titled: Zong Hang taught employees to learn Chinese.

Zong Bisheng received the photo and said to Tong Hong: "After all this kid is useful. Even if he can't learn anything on this trip, it's good to help my employees improve their Chinese level."

After lunch, Apa drove the tuk to the hotel entrance and waited for Zai Zonghang to Angkor Wat.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zong Hang coming out surrounded by several waitresses.

It’s not that you are traveling far away, or you don’t know the way, so you have to give it away like this.

Apa snorted from his nose and looked at the two cans of draft beer and fried crabs in his hand bag: This was sent by a girl from the front desk just now. On behalf of everyone, he asked him if Zong Hang has a girlfriend.

Apa Aili ignored it: "You guys won't ask?"

The girl said, "On the first day, I'm not familiar with each other."

I guessed that Zong Hang will be popular: a foreigner, fair and handsome, tall, has a good temper, has no airs, and is still a young master.

***

Zong Hang got on the car and lay down again.

The Tutu cars in Siem Reap are different from the electric three-wheelers in China. The electric three-wheelers are integrated into the whole vehicle. The Tutu cars here can be decomposed. Simply put, it is a motorcycle that drags a large car frame with wheels on the back. When you want to ride a motorcycle, unscrew the screws at the front and rear junctions, and you can lightly install the gust of lightning.

There are many cars in the city, and the tuk-tuk cars can't run. It's just a good look at the street scene: There are so many ghost tourists here, they are all tilted on the tuk-tuk cars like him, either on the way to Angkor Wat or on the way back from Angkor Wat.

Apa drove steadily: "Young Master, many people asked me to ask you if you have a girlfriend..."

Zong Hang's eyes flew over his hands like a thief.

The car accelerated, and the second half of the afternoon Hefeng sent Apa's words: "You must have, you are so handsome... I have handed over three of them."

Zong Hang said: "I... don't have many friends, just five."

This is not only a contest between men, but also a contest between countries: Yes, when people are abroad, everything must be linked to the national sense of honor.

Apa was very envious, but in fact he had never handed over any of them.

***

When entering Angkor Wat, you have to buy a ticket first. Zong Hang bought a seven-day ticket. He went in and out many times and had to take a big head photo first.

After getting the ticket, I went to the most famous Angkor first. According to the chartered car here, tourists usually walk around by themselves and drivers wait outside.

Zong Hang actually has no interest in historical and cultural landscapes. He can also understand some background when looking at domestic ones, and completely blindly when looking at foreign ones.

After walking the Shinto, I was exhausted. The reflection of the pond of the Wuta Lotus is said to be the most beautiful reflection in the world, but the water has been turbid these two days, so the reflection cannot be beautiful. The super-long 100-meter-long murals in the outer corridor are grand and exquisite, but he can't understand it. The extremely vicissitudes of ruins are very suitable for taking photos, and he doesn't have this hobby.

When I walked to Mount Sumeru, I saw tourists queuing up and climbing up the Golden Character Altar with their arms around. The slope was straight up and down, and I looked up and looked at it.

Zong Hang grabbed a Taiwanese man who had just come down and asked what he was looking at when he climbed up. The man said, "Just take a look at the scenery."

Those with wool are beautiful, but they are all stones. Zong Hang patted his butt and left.

When I saw the time, it was less than half an hour since I came in. Usually, I had to go to Angkor for at least two hours to get the foundation. I just went out like this and I didn’t give people face to the scenic spots, and I was sorry for the ticket prices.

Zong Hang made an excuse for himself.

After coming out to find Apa, he said, "I think it's a pity to just go in and do some shopping in this famous building. I want to go back and read a few ancient history of Cambodia and learn more thoroughly before coming."

He thought this excuse was really wonderful, and he seemed to be very cultured and profound.

Apa said: "Young Master, don't bother, we have no history."

Zong Hang looked at him: "It's because you don't study hard, but history is not good? You're so embarrassed to rely on the country without history."

Apa actually said seriously: "Young Master, you really don't know. We are not like you. We invented papermaking very early. The things of your ancestors and the things that predecessors go to the toilet and eat. Our words are written on the banana leaves. The climate here is hot and difficult to preserve. In addition, insects are gnawed, and history is gnawed."

There is also the fact that history has been snatched away, which is unheard of, but Apa said it seriously, unlike the one who made it up. Zong Hang took out his mobile phone: "Don't fool me, there is an Internet now, so I can't find out what I can't find out!"

Apa raised his chin and looked like he was not afraid of you to check it.

After searching for a while, I found out that Cambodia was founded in the first century AD. It was called Funan and then Zhenla. However, there was no detailed historical record. The earliest classics that could be referenced were written by the Chinese. At that time, China was in the Yuan Dynasty. The emperor probably wanted to swallow Zhenla, so he sent a person named Zhou Daguan to investigate. Zhou Daguan stayed here for more than a year and wrote less than 10,000 words of "Zhenla Temporal Records", which became the "precious material" and "the only record" for examining the history of the Zhenla period.

There were constant voices around him, and Zong Hang held his cell phone. For the first time, he felt that papermaking was so great. People were so forgetful, how much could they pass on by word of mouth? There have been so many things in Chinese history for five thousand years, and it was a blessing that they had written them down on paper, otherwise how could future generations know that they would go there?

Thinking about it again, human society is really fragile. It has only been written for many years. If it is not recorded, just pretend that it has not happened. It is too easy to obscure a period of history.

Apa shook his hand in front of him: "Hey, hey, young master, are you not going to go shopping now? Then where are we going?"

It is not suitable to go back to the hotel, so it is difficult to explain to Long Song. I want to go to the night market and bar street, but it is not yet time to go.

Zong Hang and Apa dealt with the crabs with draft beer, and went to bed on the car on the left and right. Zong Hang also had a dream, dreaming that he was driving the tumultuous car all the way, and Little Angkor chased him, chasing him while crying and saying, "You have no conscience, look at me, look at me."

It was really awakened by laughter in my dreams.

***

Only at night can the correct mode of a happy life be truly started.

Zong Hang feels that Siem Reap is undergoing a large-scale "Spring Festival" flow of people every day: during the day, tourists from all over the world flock to Angkor Wat from various hotels. At night, they return to their nests like milk swallows, gathering together in the old market area.

There are so many people, so many lively. Tourists from various cultural backgrounds and consumption levels have brought about strange demands, giving birth to various supply, with bright lights and wine everywhere, fresh everywhere, and strange everywhere. Every street and alley is blocked by you and I sell it, and sparks are splashing everywhere, making people feel itchy, and they can't help but have to rush away from their bodies.

Apa hasn't even visited all of them himself, so he can only tell Zong Hang a rough idea: Cambodia's currency is Riel, but Siem Reap is an international tourist city, with a common dollar; that is the bar street, which is the most popular, and the ghost girl will pull you to dance pole dance after she gets excited; this street is specially designed for eating, you must try the amok, and the basil leaves fried tree ants...

He also solemnly asked him one thing: when encountering a mine band that is all disabled, it is best to give him a tip of one or two dollars.

Millions of landmines were buried in Cambodia during the war, but they have not been cleaned up yet. According to statistics from the International Red Cross, people here die or are disabled every five minutes. There are too many people who are disabled and have to eat, so the Cambodian government organized them to learn music, form bands, and earn money.

Zong Hang nodded quickly.

He followed Apa immediately, but then he became bolder: he couldn't lose it anyway, Google Maps is in hand, just navigate it if he gets lost, and everyone is looking at the driver of the tuk-tuk car. When he reports to the Angkor Hotel, everyone knows that it only takes two US dollars to send it back, and Chinese tourists can be seen everywhere, and it feels like being in his hometown...

I felt relaxed and it was only a matter of minutes to get separated from Apa.

Apa sent him a WeChat message and he replied: Let's go for your own trip, see you in the Khmer kitchen later.

The Khmer Kitchen is a local internet celebrity restaurant and is a conspicuous landmark. Apa probably felt that the problem was not big, so he didn't look for him again.

Zong Hang Hua bought a cup of avocado and squeezed ice with a goalless, sipped and drank, and walked and saw: he went to the Thai massage parlor, went to the public welfare market, watched people danced erotic dance outside the exciting bar, and threw ten bets into the donation box of the mine band.

The old market area is full of streets and alleys, but there are times when there is a main one. Not every alley is lively. Sometimes if you are not careful, you will turn into a dark alley with few people. As Zong Hang walked, he realized that he had gone to a detour and did not want to go back. Looking around, there was a fork at the end of the road that was clear and lighted, which was obviously a lively place with dark willows and flowers.

He rushed over the fork in excitement.

Halfway through the walk, a door next to it suddenly opened wide, and the snow-lit light poured down the steps. At the same time, a man rolled down the steps.

Zong Hang also wanted to look at it, but the lights became dark again, and two fierce figures appeared in front and back of the door, speaking Khmer language, but I couldn't understand it, but from that tone, I should be cursing.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. I must have run into the fight scene. Tong Hong has instilled in him since she was a child: Don’t watch the excitement, as it will be troublesome if you cause excitement.

Zong Hang's neck shrank, and he was about to stop watching or listening, and quickly bypassed.

At this moment, the man rubbed the back of his neck, humming and raising his head.

Damn, I actually know the old man Ma who I met at the airport, his surname is ma, his name is yuefei...

As they looked at each other, some of the content was leaking, and the two Cambodians showed suspicion on their faces.

It is said that he is a compatriot, so he should be helping each other, but he is not a wolf warrior and does not have the ability to kill all sides. Besides, his daughter is a smuggler, and his father is not necessarily a good citizen. If he is beaten, he will be beaten...

Zong Hang squeezed out a friendly and enthusiastic smile to the two people, and his legs accelerated, and he was almost trotting.

The Cambodian standing in front of him took the next step and watched Zong Hang walk away. Although he was still a little murmur in his heart, he was a passerby...

Generally, I will not be unable to get along with passers-by.

At this moment, Old Man Ma suddenly rushed towards the man.
Chapter completed!