At half past five in the morning, the train arrived in Kunming, Yunnan.

Someone came to pick her up at the inn she ordered, and when she arrived at the inn to check in, after checking the doors and windows, Lin Qingcha calmed down slightly.

This night, Lin Qingcha only slept for less than two hours, and she was already very tired at this time, but after staying on the train for two days, she really didn't want to lie down in bed like this.

After a simple shower, Lin Qingcha lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

She slept until eleven o'clock in the morning, and the first thing she did when she woke up was that she went straight to a nearby viewing platform that she had said hello before.

When she first got off the plane, because it was still dark and tired, she hadn't taken a good look at Yundian's appearance, until she arrived at the observation deck, she really had the most intuitive impression of Yundian.

Different from the gentleness of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no vastness and roughness of the grassland, it seems to combine the two, and has its own taste.

In the distance, there are rolling mountains, verdant lakes, and in the distance, you can see girls wearing various ethnic costumes walking through the streets.

Many people say that they came to Yundian just to enjoy the scenery, but for Lin Qingcha, she chose Yundian because she valued the different customs here.

At half past twelve, Lin Qingcha left the viewpoint and blended into the crowd of the ancient streets of Yundian.

Today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yundian is still very lively, and everyone has a smile on their faces.

Lin Qingcha walked over little by little, and when he saw something delicious, he went into the store to eat some, and he didn't eat much in each store, but he was full all the way.

Lin Qingcha didn't know the way, but he didn't want to use navigation, so he walked along the feeling place, unconsciously, and didn't know where he went, and then passed by the mouth of an alley.

She glanced inside and saw a somewhat inconspicuous quaint shop, with the words "Gujia silver ornaments" engraved on the signboard.

At the door of the store, there is an old man who looks to be in his seventies or eighties lying on a chaise longue and seems to be telling a story, there is a small stove in front of him, and there are several small radish heads around him.

Lin Qingcha's heart moved, stopped and continued to move forward, his body turned, he walked into the small alley, and stopped not far from the shop, just enough to hear the old man's voice, and it would not disturb them.

"Actually, our Kunming was a desolate and barren place in ancient times. ”

"Grandpa Gu, what do you mean to be barren?"

"There are no trees or flowers. ”

"Oh. ”

"One day when the sun was rising in the east, all of a sudden, there was a loud 'rumbling' sound, and a horse flew out of the sun!"

"Wow⊙∀⊙!"

"And then, and then?"

"When the moon came out in the evening, all of a sudden there was a 'bang' sound, and guess what?"

"Another horse came out?"

"No, no, the horses are rumbling, and at night they are rattling, guess what?"

The children struggled to think and think, and guessed a lot, but they didn't guess correctly.

The old man, who was called "Grandpa Gu" by the children, smiled proudly, shook his head like a child: "A rooster carved of jasper flew out of the moon. ”

Since then, Kunming has bloomed golden flowers everywhere, the mountains bear golden fruits, the dam has become a blue sea, and birds fly and fish and shrimp leap. ”

"Wow⊙∀⊙" The little pot friends exclaimed again.

Someone else asked, "Grandpa Gu, then why can't we see the Golden Flower and Golden Fruit now?"

"Because, it's far, far away from ancient times...... The delicious fruits you eat now, the beautiful flowers you see, are all golden flowers. ”

The children nodded suddenly: "It turns out that we usually eat golden fruits~"

"Grandpa Gu, Grandpa Gu, we still have to listen!"

"Okay, I'll tell you. ”

……

The old man spoke very energetically, and the children listened very happily, no one seemed to notice Lin Qingcha, but she didn't leave, leaned against the wall, and actually listened all the time.

The old man seems to know a lot of folklore, and he has talked about several in a row, but sometimes he can't help but say a little complicated, and the children don't understand, so they start to ask.

Lin Qingcha watched from the side and thought it was very interesting.

After telling three or five stories, the old man stopped, took a sip of water, and said, "Okay, grandpa is a little tired today, let's stop the story today, you can come back tomorrow to listen." ”

"Grandpa Gu will talk about one more, just one!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a strong figure and dark skin walked out of the store, looking very honest.

He held a cane in his hand and said to the children: "No, Grandpa Gu is not in good health, do you want to continue listening to the story tomorrow?"

"Yes!" the children said in unison.

"Then come back tomorrow, if you talk about one more today, Grandpa Gu won't be able to talk about it tomorrow. ”

The children accepted this statement in embarrassment, and reluctantly got up and left.

At this time, a little boy finally found Lin Qingcha: "Big sister, do you also listen to Grandpa Gu's story?"

"Yes, Grandpa Gu's story is so good. ”

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Gu knows a lot of stories! Tomorrow Big Sister can sit with me and listen!"

"Okay~" Lin Qingcha touched the little boy's head, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket casually, and handed it to him.

The little boy took the chocolate "hehe" and smirked: "Thank you, sister." ”

"Ah Wei!"

Someone seemed to call him from behind, he waved his hand at Lin Qingcha, and then ran away in a short way.

Lin Qingcha smiled and looked in the direction of the old man, the sturdy and honest middle-aged man handed the crutches to the old man and helped him stand up.

The old man looked at Lin Qingcha, smiled very kindly, and asked, "Little girl also likes to listen to stories, I see that you have been standing here for a long time." ”

It turned out that he had already discovered the existence of Lin Qingcha.

Lin Qingcha nodded, approached and said, "I like to listen to these folk tales very much. ”

We have grown up listening to these stories, but now many people don't like to listen to them, and I don't know how many people will remember these stories and legends in the future. The old man sighed on crutches, and then was helped by the honest man and slowly walked into the store.

Lin Qingcha also walked to the door and glanced inside, there were many delicate and beautiful silver ornaments inside.

"Can I go inside the store?" she asked.

"Come in, look at it. The honest man spoke, and the language was very concise.

Lin Qingcha smiled and said thank you, and stepped into the threshold of the silver jewelry store.