Lunch was cooked by Tan Xiangdie. Two crucian carps were caught in the rice fields, both weighing more than a kilogram. One was stewed in soup and the other was served cold.
The meat of the Miao family's rice flower fish was really tender, but because Chen Xing was afraid of thorns, he only ate the belly of the cold crucian carp, and he ate very slowly. He couldn't help complaining about why the crucian carp had thorns all over his body. It would be great if it were meat.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xing was ready to leave.
Pang Yuan drove Chen Xing directly back to Huaping on his motorcycle. He didn't go to town, so it was another two hours' drive.
If you leave late, you won't be able to catch the meal there.
Tan Xiangdie carried a small clay pot for Chen Xing to take with her. It looked like a small jug that could hold two or three kilograms of wine. Inside was a few Miao pickled fish, which she brought from her parents' home. Pang Yuan sat on his motorcycle, smoking while waiting for Chen Xing to get on.
Song Xingwen also came, empty-handed. He looked a little embarrassed when he saw the small jar Chen Xing was carrying, and thought that if he had known better, he would have brought some specialties.
Chen Xing said to him: "Let's go, bye."
"Well, remember I sent the video to me****."
As Chen Xing gained more and more fans on Station B, Song Xingwen was also led into this trap and gave up on the ineffective method of live broadcasting.
Originally, it would take two or three days to paint a wall painting. Who has the time to watch your live broadcast all the time?
When making videos, you can edit and speed up, so that you can cut out the essence of two days of painting and integrate it into a short video of a few minutes. This way, you will have a wider audience and more fans.
This can serve the purpose of publicity.
Chen Xing couldn't express his opinion, so he could only give Song Xingwen some verbal support and cheers.
He himself is unwilling to let the environment here be damaged by tourists, but who can say what will happen in the future? If Song Xingwen can really strike a balance between revitalizing the countryside and protecting the ecology, then wouldn't Chen Xing be just like the old stubborns in the village?
"Still ****?" Chen Xing smiled, got on the back seat of the motorcycle, and said, "Definitely next time."
The motorcycle roared and headed towards the mountain road ahead.
Song Xingwen smiled and scolded Chen Xing, but he still waved to the motorcycle that was getting farther and farther away like the people around him.
The figures behind him became smaller and smaller, and the beautiful Miao village was no longer visible. Even the wooden houses on the top of the mountain disappeared into the mountains as the motorcycle turned a corner.
Chen Xing's mood suddenly became a little complicated, and he pursed his lips and let out a sigh.
I said I would come back here to take a look when I have free time, but I don’t know when I will have this free time. Maybe next time I come here, it will already be a tourist attraction. Just like the ancient town of Lijiang, it is overcrowded and bustling with people.
He found that he was still a little selfish.
When I encounter such a beautiful scenic spot, I just want it to continue to be beautiful and don’t want more people to know about it.
The beauty of Chunmanshui Village sometimes has nothing to do with insect poison or mystery. What attracts Chen Xing's attention is the thousands of quaint stilt houses at the foot of the mountain, the silver ornaments on the heads of the Miao family, and the fragrant bamboo rice of the Dai people. The oriental charm of two thousand-year-old villages.
Traveling is really fun.
Chen Xing didn't speak, and Pang Yuan wasn't the talkative type either. The two of them were silent for a long time. Finally, it was Chen Xing who spoke first and asked, "I saw Yang Xiu just now. Why didn't I see him this afternoon? Are you sleeping?" Have you taken a nap?"
"Who among us is taking a nap? That girl skipped school in the morning, and now her mother probably found her out and sent her to school."
Only then did Chen Xing remember that today was Monday and school started.
After being away from school for such a period of time, Chen Xing has forgotten the role of the day of the week and remembers the days this way.
The two chatted and soon reached the 'bridge', or rather the bridge, that made Chen Xing give up.
Pang Yuan didn't hesitate at all. The motorcycle slowed down a little, turned a corner and drove straight up. Chen Xing was so frightened that he didn't dare to move or speak. He didn't speak until the motorcycle had completely crossed the river.
"Fuck!"
"Haha, it's a bit scary, but we're all used to it."
Chen Xing was still frightened, and his face gradually recovered from the pale color just now: "It is indeed a bit dangerous. It is better for you to lay a few wooden boards on top than to come directly here. What if it falls?"
Pang Yuan agreed with what Chen Xing said and nodded.
After a while, he said: "I don't know who did it when the bridge was knocked down before. We are afraid that someone will blow it up again after it is finished. What can we do? Now we can only use these two beams and wait until next year. The new county road is planned to pass through our village, and there will be a better bridge by then."
"That's okay." Chen Xing said, "It will be much more convenient for you to get in and out of the city."
"Yeah, maybe the car can drive directly to the village."
Pang Yuan had a look of longing on his face. He told Chen Xing that the ancient road here was not on the river, but was taken from the mountains. That road was one of the trails that used to connect Sichuan Province and southern Yunnan. Many people did not want to take it. The salesmen from Da Dao like to walk on such mountain roads, which makes their village gradually prosper.
"Isn't that the Ancient Tea Horse Road?" Chen Xing said.
"It's far from it. This is just an ancient smuggling route."
The motorcycle arrived in the city before five o'clock. Chen Xing's hair was like a dry bird's nest again. He couldn't straighten it out and had to find a hotel to wash it.
"Let's find a place to eat. I'll treat you to a meal after we eat at your house for two days."
"No, we're still waiting at home. Are you hungry?"
"Forget it, let's go to the photo studio first."
If Pang Yuan wants to go back, he won't have time to eat, otherwise Chen Xing won't worry when it gets dark.
In this day and age, you don’t necessarily have to go to a photo studio to develop photos from a digital camera. If you are familiar with the city, you can just find a small photo studio that takes ID photos. But neither of them is familiar with Huaping, so they just Can go to the photo studio.
It's more expensive, but at least the quality is guaranteed.
Following the navigation, the two came to a store called Mu Shui Photography. This store was on the second floor of the main street, and the billboards could be seen far away.
Going upstairs, there were two people in the store. One of them was a woman sitting at the counter, and the other was sitting on the sofa in the living room playing with her mobile phone. There was also a circle of clothes in the room, both modern and ancient, and there were also many ethnic minorities from southern Yunnan. National costume.
The price of photography in this store is posted on the wall.
Quite cheap.
The most affordable set is only 388, including 30 photos, a photo album, and five refined photos with frames.
But if you think about it carefully, there should be no good photographers in this city.
Chen Xing said: "We need to develop a few photos, can we do it?"
The person at the counter stood up and said, "Okay, okay, what do you want to make? Big or small? Do you want to make a photo album?"
"I'll import the photo to your computer first. Just do it without editing. Pang Yuan, you choose the photo frame."
Pang Yuan nodded, and seeing Chen Xing touching his hair, he smiled and said, "Now that we're here, I can do it myself. After you give them the photo, go find a hotel to take a shower. I'll see how uncomfortable it is for you."
