Arrogant Uncle, don't be shy

Ling Chen was forced into the house by Zhang Xiaoxiao.

Zhang Xiaoxiao knew that the economic situation of the village should not be very good after he went down the valley.

All the houses in the village are old wooden structures, and each one looks very old. Even the village head's house, which is much better than others, has obviously been repaired for many years.

Most of the wooden buildings of ethnic minorities have problems in daylighting, as do the houses of village heads.

After entering the door, Zhang Xiaoxiao found that although there were electric lights on in the room, the light was still a little dim.

After entering the hall, there was a large round table with steaming meals.

Zhou Cheng, who didn't speak much, took the initiative to tell them at this time: "this dish has been prepared at home all morning."

Zhang Xiaoxiao thanked the village head and the village head's daughter-in-law who came out with her children. He sat at his desk with Ling Chen, who obviously had some resistance to the room.

There were no extravagant ingredients for this meal, and there was not too much emphasis on good-looking dishes. They were all farm dishes with full weight and could arouse people's appetite.

Ling Chen's low pressure makes everyone at the table have no courage to speak.

But this all, not including Zhang Xiaoxiao.

"Uncle, we are out to play. If others entertain us, please be happy."

The dish Zhang Xiaoxiao gave Ling Chen was a little coquettish and said to him with a little complaint: "this dish is very delicious. If you don't eat today, I promise you'll regret it later. "

Ling Chen glanced at Zhang Xiaoxiao, and then turned his cold eyes around the faces of others at the dinner table.

Finally, he ate the chicken leg clamped by Zhang Xiaoxiao silently.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Xiaoxiao can be sure that he heard the voice of everyone breathing out in unison.

Ling Chen moved his chopsticks. Although he still didn't talk much, let alone did any friendly exchanges, at least he could make the atmosphere on the table harmonious.

Although Zhang Xiaoxiao usually doesn't like to talk to strangers, she is very interested in these simple ethnic minorities. This interest can be generated largely because of her design major.

After dinner, Zhang Xiaoxiao and the village head's daughter-in-law were able to talk and laugh together. Although the other party's accent was a little heavy, it sounded a little difficult for Zhang Xiaoxiao to communicate, but fortunately, just work hard.

When the village head's daughter-in-law heard that Zhang Xiaoxiao was very interested in their national costumes, she was very happy and took the initiative to show her some clothes and silver ornaments she would wear only on festivals.

In the dimly lit old-fashioned wooden building, Zhang Xiaoxiao was fascinated with a beautifully crafted silver bracelet.

She said to the village head's daughter-in-law with sincere feelings: "this bracelet is really well made. Is this pattern handed down from generation to generation here? Can anyone do it now? It's really beautiful. "

When designing this kind of thing, it is very important to understand what beauty is. Many of the things inherited by these nationalities are the most beautiful things left after extraction and refinement from nature, mythology and various places.

The village head's daughter-in-law blushed with praise from Zhang Xiaoxiao and said shyly, "there are not many people who can do this craft now. But there are still some. It's very earthy to say whether it's beautiful or not. "

Zhang Xiaoxiao gently put the bracelet back into the box, and then said to the village head's daughter-in-law, "how could it? Aunt, have you heard of it? National is the world, and beautiful things are always beautiful. Just like your valley, you are just used to it. So, I don't feel a lot of things, but if I show the scenery here to people outside, they will feel that this is the last paradise in the world. "

The middle-aged aunt who had little contact with the outside world probably understood what Zhang Xiaoxiao said, but she didn't know how to answer it. Fortunately, the village head refilled a bag of dry tobacco at this time and came over.

The village head arranged his black cloak with one hand and said proudly to Zhang Xiaoxiao, "what you see is not a paradise. I tell you, there is a fairy lake behind the valley. That's the real beauty."

When it comes to such names that seem to be stained with fairy tales, Zhang Xiaoxiao is even more interested.

With bright eyes, she asked the village head, "why is it called immortal lake? Is there a story about this lake? "

The village head smoked a dry cigarette and said to Zhang Xiaoxiao, "of course, there is a story. Look at our village, which lives in the valley. People from our ancestors said, "we guard Xianren lake and can't leave from generation to generation."

Zhang Xiaoxiao was like a child who was surrounded by hearsay books under the overpass. He excitedly asked, "then why guard Xianren lake? Is there any legend about immortal lake itself? "

"It's a long story."

The dry smoke in the village head's hand knocked on the edge of the bench.

He tilted his head back as if he were remembering something. When he smiled, the deep scars of years in the corners of his eyes would become more obvious.

"There was a legend that our place was not a valley. Until our ancestors came here to avoid war. But at that time, there was no place for them to hide, so they prayed for God to give them a way to live. At that time, a fairy appeared in front of us. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the depression on the ground. There was such a valley. Everyone hurried to the valley. Later, everyone's life has been here for generations. Many things will change, and flowers, plants and trees will be reincarnated with the four seasons, but only the immortal lake in the deep valley will never change. "

Zhang Xiaoxiao is very interested in such myths and legends. Even if many myths may be applied, he feels interesting every time he listens to them.

However, although she is interested, the other person is not very interested.

From beginning to end, when the village head told the whole fairy tale, Ling Chen was obviously not listening. His affairs had been firmly fixed on Zhang Xiaoxiao's face.

Just like all the myths and interesting things in the world, they are not as good as the person in front of him, who can keep them wholeheartedly.

After the chat after dinner, the village head said to them that Zhou Cheng would take them to Xianren Lake tomorrow.

Zhang Xiaoxiao is very satisfied with this arrangement. She just plans to walk around the village this afternoon.

To her surprise, she turned around and soon got out of the accident.