It is time-consuming and laborious to use the traditional way to make oil-paper umbrellas, so most of the oil-paper umbrellas you see when traveling in the Gangnam area today are industrially produced handicrafts.

These crafts are usually a little more beautiful than the handmade ones.

But good looks are not the best criterion for judging a work of art.

If Ye Kai is just an ordinary tourist, he will also think that the oil-paper umbrellas in those craft shops are better, but he always feels that something is missing. But he now knows that the reason why industrial production can never replace the manual is that it is unique and unreal.

Ridiculous, right?

It turned out to be because of this.

A good photographer can shoot people or landscapes 100% realistically, while a good painter can paint 300% verve, and the most important thing is this unreal.

The same scene, in modern machinery and equipment, and in the painter's mind, may be two completely different landscapes.

So the things that manifest themselves are also different.

Ye Kai is a photographer and a painter, and he uses photography to record scenes realistically. Let everyone have their own picture in their hearts.

So the difference between a photographer and a painter is quite large.

Modern process assembly line products, and traditional industrial works, are also completely different in Ye Kai's eyes.

Ye Kai walked into this store.

The name of the store is a grocery store, but the goods inside are only oil-paper umbrellas, and the shelves that were originally used to hold other goods are placed with finished oil-paper umbrellas that have been dried.

"You made so many umbrellas by yourself?"

"Yes, I am the only one to make handmade umbrellas in the entire West Lake Scenic Area, you are still in time, and these umbrellas will be sent away in two days. ”

Ye Kai chose his favorite oil-paper umbrella on the shelf, and said curiously, "Send it away, where will it be sent, and won't it be sold in West Lake?"

"There are people in the Southern Song Dynasty Royal Street who specialize in collecting them, and they don't accept handmade umbrellas here. ”

There are a total of fifty finished products and semi-finished products in this room, and the folded Ye Kai can't see the calligraphy and paintings on the umbrella paper for the time being, but those half-finished products that have not yet been folded are extremely exquisite.

The white umbrella paper depicts some of the most common scenes in Chinese painting.

For example, the red carp in the lotus pond, the wild geese soaring in the blue sky, the mandarin ducks in the water, the green lotus leaves, the pink lotus, the graceful lady and so on.

Although the level of Chinese painting on the umbrella paper is not as good as that of the national hand, it is undoubtedly the artist's painstaking efforts, which contains the painter's perception of Jiangnan and West Lake.

Ye Kai found an umbrella depicting bamboo leaves.

Compared with other umbrellas, this one is a little more elegant, because there is no big fuss on the umbrella paper, just a few falling bamboo leaves, and the looming bamboo seems to be hidden in the smoke.

"That's it, how much?"

"Three hundred and two. ”

It is indeed a bit more expensive than modern umbrellas.

However, Ye Kai liked it very much, so he bought it, and the handicrafts of three hundred yuan did not feel very expensive, the important thing was that he liked it.

Stretching out the umbrella, Ye Kai walked out of the old store and walked out of the eaves where he had sheltered from the rain before.

The raindrops became heavier and more intense.

The raindrops hit the surface of the umbrella and shattered into a few small splashes, making a pleasant sound, and Ye Kai liked rainy days very much. Sitting at home on a rainy day, whether it's reading or sleeping, can make you feel more peaceful than usual.

But when he went out shopping on a rainy day, Ye Kai really rarely had such leisure.

It was already dark and the alley was devoid of tourists.

No matter day or night, the lights are bright, and the yellow light gives Ye Kai a feeling of traveling, as if he has returned to ancient Hangzhou at this moment.

At this moment, a chill that almost broke through the soul hit the depths of his mind.

Time seems to be getting slower, and at the same time it is as if there is none.

The five senses become sensitive because of this, and the sound of rain hitting the umbrella and bluestone pavement is like a symphony that does not know when it ends, the frolic sound of tourists in the distance, and the barking of dogs......

Ye Kai's steps were even slower.

It is said that the current Jiangnan can no longer find the taste of the past, but how can tens or hundreds of years of time dissipate the temperament of a city for thousands of years? As long as you look for it with your heart, you will always find the Jiangnan in your mind.

In the distance, a group of tourists were walking in the direction of Ye Kai.

There were about seven or eight men and women combined, some holding folding umbrellas, and some holding oil-paper umbrellas bought from craft shops outside. Talking and laughing, he turned into this alley.

One of the girls walked at the back of the crowd, out of step with the joyous atmosphere of her companions.

Her expression was the same as Ye Kai's, indifferent and hesitant. Ye Kai and she looked at each other for a few seconds, both surprised that the other party was similar to himself.

Ye Kai wanted to write something.

So I was always in an active state in my mind, ignoring what the expression on my face was, and now when I saw a girl who was similar to herself, what was she thinking about in her heart?

Both seemed to have forgotten about the characters around them, looked at each other and smiled, and passed by.

After walking a long distance alone, Ye Kai looked back at the person again.

Still wandering away from his companions, his figure gradually disappeared into the rain, when a strong wind blew, and a large amount of rain poured down on the fence by the roadside.

The rain washed everything away, and the scene he saw just now seemed to be an illusion under Ye Kai's inspiration.

He grabbed the oil-paper umbrella and continued to walk towards the edge of the West Lake.

The original purpose of buying an oil-paper umbrella was to walk on this West Lake. I don't know if at this time, when it's raining, will anyone still be on the broken bridge? It's still raining so late, there should be no more, right?

Let's go back.

If there is no one on the broken bridge, then you should be able to fulfill your dreams.

There are not many pedestrians on Beishan Road now, and most people don't bring umbrellas to go out after this rain after dark. And some tourists who are resting at the hotel are thinking about going out again tomorrow.

As a result, there are fewer and fewer tourists on the North Mountain Road.

The lights on the road are still very bright, there are lights along the road, and the broken bridge in the distance is already faintly visible, and countless small lights on the bridge have turned the broken bridge into a long streamer belt.

This is a beauty that is even more beautiful than in ancient times.

Ye Kai may not be alone in this trip, he found that someone with the same idea as himself appeared on Beishan Road with an umbrella and headed towards the broken bridge.

There aren't many people, though.

It's okay this way, the broken bridge is so long and wide, and it will not spoil its charm if it can accommodate dozens of people.

By night, Ye Kai and some like-minded partners walked onto the broken bridge.

The street lamps on the broken bridge can only be seen from a long distance, and they hardly play any role, but are built on both sides of the bridge, and the kind of lights used for viewing are amazingly bright.

The lake is full of lotus flowers, and the sound of rain hitting the lotus leaves is similar to the sound of an umbrella, and only careful discernment can tell the difference between the two.

How boring would it be to do something like this?

But people have to have time for boredom, boredom will make people start thinking, if you spend the whole day thinking about this and that, maybe this society will not be able to develop.

There is no daytime noise on the broken bridge, and it seems that this rain has inspired the poetry in the hearts of all tourists, and everyone walks on this broken bridge with umbrellas.

When the young girl heard her companion's joke, she laughed twice, quickly covered her mouth, and then smiled. As if embarrassed for his previous gaffe.

Show the subtle beauty of oriental women.

Seeing this situation, Ye Kai closed his eyes, the broken bridge in his heart was bright, and countless shouts and noises appeared around him.

On the bridge, there are scholars selling calligraphy and paintings, fairy wind bones, fortune tellers sitting in front of people, and vendors holding carts, and enthusiastic white bread on the carts.

Passing by is a husband who gives an umbrella to his wife, and standing by the bridge is a beautiful woman enjoying the beautiful scenery under the bridge.

Lotus flowers are in full bloom under the bridge, boatmen are boating on the lake, and the fragrance of cherry blossoms fills the air.

When!

It's as if someone's hairpin has fallen behind him.

Ye Kaiwan smiled, opened his eyes and continued to walk forward, as if he heard the sound of a man chasing.

"Girl, girl!"

"Girl, your hairpin has fallen. ”

This is the most famous legend in Hangzhou, the legend of the White Snake, which has attracted many tourists for the broken bridge for thousands of years, and there is a classic movie that also tells this story, the story of the White Lady.

Ye Kai would even feel that walking on this broken bridge would have familiar background music in his ears.

The rain is gradually receiving.

The knee-down area is already completely wet, and the white shoes that have just been bought for less than a month seem to have reached their place in this life again, and they may have to buy a new pair at a shoe store tomorrow.

If it weren't for protecting his camera, Ye Kai might have removed the umbrella directly.

Ye Kai has already arrived at Gushan from Beishan Road, now it's time to go back, there are many tourists who don't like to make noise at night to visit the broken bridge, it seems that even in the middle of the night, there will still be tourists on the broken bridge.

This is the advantage of domestic attractions, and you don't dare to go out alone at night abroad.

Holding the mountain, Ye Kai and the pedestrians staggered over their shoulders, singing familiar songs in their mouths.

"The beautiful scenery of the West Lake, the day in March ~ the spring rain is like wine, and the willows are like smoke......"

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Yunshui Mountain B&B.

Zhou Yi sat on the bed and looked at his best friend with a pair of dead fish eyes.

She has the same surname as Zhou Yi and is called Zhou Shu, but she is not a lady at all.

"Why haven't you come back? Will there be any danger? I'll just say it's too dangerous to live around here? There are too many people. People now, who know people and faces, but don't know their hearts, Ah Yi, do you want to go out and find it?"

Zhou Yi nodded after seeing her best friend's words, as if she was going to implement it immediately, and threw the pillow on her best friend.

"Enough! just a star! Look at you like that!"

"A celebrity? Do you know how difficult it is to meet a celebrity? The last time you met a celebrity on the street, the bodyguards wanted to isolate you a few hundred meters away. This one has zero contact with us!"

Zhou Yi just wanted to refute, but at this time the doorbell rang.

"I'll drive!" Zhou Shu said.

She went downstairs to take a look at Maoyan, and found that Ye Kai was the only one who opened the door to let Ye Kai in. Seeing that Ye Kai's clothes were half wet, he said, "Brother Kai, why are you wet." ”

Ye Kai looked at her suspiciously, and said, "Because it's raining." Then he smiled at her and said, "Rest early, I'll go to the shower and sleep." ”

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