This middle-aged man said that it was the kind of person in Yu Huanhuan's impression who obviously had the appearance characteristics of ethnic minorities in the Zheshan District.

He was dressed in batik minority clothes, holding a smoking gun in his hand, and the skin on his face was a little rough. The cheekbones appear slightly red, which is obviously caused by prolonged sun exposure.

Zhou Cheng said to the middle-aged man: "Village Chief, this is the guest who said before that he would come to stay here, and they will stay here for two days. ”

The village chief seemed to be a very kind person, he patted Zhou Cheng on the shoulder, and then walked down the steps quickly.

The village chief said enthusiastically and happily to Fu Yunrao and Yu Huanhuan: "Mr. Ling, hello. Let's sit down in the house first, the house you're going to live in is next to it, it's been cleaned, and I've prepared our specialties at home. You've been driving all the way, and you're probably hungry, so let's get some food. ”

As the village chief spoke, a small head popped out of the door behind him, and it happened to meet Yu Huanhuan's eyes.

It was a child who looked to be only seven or eight years old, and his black and white eyes were spinning, showing his curiosity about these two strange guests.

Yu Huanhuan subconsciously made a grimace to tease the child.

The child laughed at her and shy avoided.

The village chief turned around and scolded his child with a smile: "Little bastard, this is the guest brought by your eldest brother Zhou Cheng, don't make trouble." ”

Yu Huanhuan was afraid that he was really angry with the child, so he hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, the child is very cute." ”

Just because of his words, the village chief's expression, which was originally mostly polite, suddenly became a little more sincere.

He took a few steps back, raised his hand and beckoned Yu Huanhuan and Fu Yunrao and said, "Don't stand outside the door, hurry up and enter the house." ”

Fu Yunrao didn't seem to want to go in a little, Yu Huanhuan didn't have to think about it to know, this person must be a cleanliness addict again, for this kind of place in the mountains, although he can bring him over to make her happy, but I am afraid that he may not be able to accept it in his heart.

There are no extravagant ingredients in this meal, and there is no over-emphasis on beautiful plating, all of them are full of portions, and they can arouse people's appetite by looking at them.

Fu Yunrao's low air pressure made everyone at the dinner table lose the courage to speak.

But this all, excluding Yu Huanhuan.

"Uncle, we're out to play, and you'll be happier if someone else entertains us as a guest."

Yu Huanhuan gave Fu Yunrao the dishes, a little coquettish, and said to him with a little complaint: "This dish is delicious." If you don't eat it today, I promise you'll regret it later. ”

Fu Yunrao glanced at Yu Huanhuan, and then his cold gaze turned around the faces of the other people at the dinner table.

In the end, he silently ate the chicken leg that Yu Huanhuan had sandwiched.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yu Huanhuan can be sure that he heard the sound of everyone exhaling in unison.

Fu Yun moved his chopsticks, although he still didn't say much, let alone did any friendly exchanges, but at least he was able to make the atmosphere at the dinner table harmonious.

Although Yu Huanhuan usually doesn't like to talk to strangers, she is very interested in these ethnic minorities who live a relatively simple life, and this interest can be generated because of her design major.

After eating, Yu Huanhuan and the village chief's daughter-in-law are already able to talk and laugh together, although the other party's accent is a little heavy, it sounds a little difficult to communicate in Yu Huanhuan, but it's okay, just work hard.

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

In the dimly lit old-fashioned wooden building, Yu Huanhuan is holding a beautifully crafted silver bracelet, and she is simply fascinated by it.

She said to the village chief's daughter-in-law with real feelings: "This bracelet is really so good, is this pattern passed down from generation to generation here?" Will anyone still do it now? It's really beautiful. ”

When designing this kind of thing, it is very important to be able to understand what is called beauty, and many of the things that have been passed down by these peoples are the most beautiful things left behind after extracting and refining from nature, mythology, and various places.

The village chief's daughter-in-law blushed at Yu Huanhuan's praise, and said embarrassedly: "There are not many people who can do this craft now." But there are still some things, there is this kind of saying that it is beautiful or not, it is all very earthy things. ”

Yu Huanhuan lightly put the bracelet back in the box, and then said to the village chief's daughter-in-law, "How come? Auntie, have you heard of it? The nation is the world, and beautiful things are always beautiful, just like your valley, you just get used to it. So, a lot of things don't feel like it, but if you show the scenery here to people outside, they will think that this is the last paradise in the world. ”

The middle-aged aunt who has not had much contact with the outside world can probably understand what Yu Huanhuan said, but she doesn't know how to pick it up. Fortunately, the village chief refilled a bag of dry tobacco at this time and walked over.

The village chief straightened out the black cloak on his body with one hand, and said to Yu Huanhuan with a proud face: "What you see is not a paradise, let me tell you, there is an immortal lake behind this valley, and that is really beautiful." ”

Speaking of this kind of name that seems to be stained with mythological stories, Yu Huanhuan is even more interested.

She asked the village chief with shiny eyes, "Why is it called Xianren Lake?" Is there a story to this lake? ”

The village chief smoked a dry cigarette and said to Yu Huanhuan: "Of course there is a story, you look at our village, we live in the valley. The ancestors all said that we are guarding the fairy lake and cannot leave it for generations. ”

Yu Huanhuan was like a child who listened to stories under the overpass when he was a child, and excitedly asked, "Then why do you want to guard the fairy lake?" Is there any legend about the lake itself? ”

"It's a long story."

The dry tobacco in the village chief's hand knocked on the edge of the bench.

He tilted his head, as if he was recalling something, and when he smiled, the deep marks of the years in the corners of his eyes would become more obvious.

"There used to be a legend that our place was not originally a valley. Until our ancestors, they came here to escape the war. But at that time, there was no place for them to hide, so they prayed to Heaven to give them a way to live. It was at that time that an immortal appeared in front of him, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the depression in the ground, and such a valley appeared, and everyone hurriedly ran to the valley. Later, everyone's life has been here for generations. Many things are subject to change, and flowers and trees are all subject to the reincarnation of the four seasons, but only the fairy lake in the depths of the valley will never change. ”

Yu Huanhuan is very interested in this kind of myths and legends, even if many myths may be a way to apply, but every time I listen to it, I find it interesting.

However, while she was interested, the other person was not so interested.

From beginning to end, when the village chief told the whole mythical story, Fu Yunrao obviously didn't listen, and his affairs have been firmly fixed on Yu Huanhuan's face.

It's like all the myths and all the interesting things in this world are not as good as the person in front of him, who can make him concentrate on guarding it with all his heart.

After chatting after dinner, the village chief told them that he would let Zhou Cheng take them to Xianren Lake tomorrow to play.

Yu Huanhuan was quite satisfied with this arrangement, and she happened to plan to take a walk around the village this afternoon.

She was surprised that she turned around, and it didn't take long for her to turn out of the accident.

It was at this time that the quarrel spread from the streets to the end of the street where they were.

It is said that it is the end of the street, but in fact, the distance between the front and back of such a small village is less than 100 meters.

Yu Huanhuan can clearly see from here that there is a person wearing a navy blue shirt on the other side of the street, as if he is pulling and pulling with the two mothers and daughters.

"What's going on up ahead, let's go over and see."

Yu Huanhuan glanced at it twice, feeling uneasy, and pulled Fu Yunrao to go over there.

When they get closer, they can clearly hear that the other party is really arguing. But the problem is the content of the other party's quarrel, Yu Huanhuan and none of them can hear clearly, and some of the other party speaks the local dialect of ethnic minorities.

However, if you don't understand it, it won't affect what Yu Huanhuan sees in front of you.

A man in a navy blue security uniform snatches a child from a woman.

Compared to this ugly-looking man, who exuded the smell of alcohol and a strong smell of smoke, the mother and daughter looked pitiful.

The child's mother cried heartbreakingly, and the children on both sides of the scramble also seemed to be frightened, crying and crying, their faces full of tears and snot, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

Seeing that drunkard, he used his strength as if he was going to tear off the child's arm. Yu Huanhuan finally couldn't help it anymore and shouted at him: "What are you doing? Let the child go. ”

Generally speaking, in such a place, the best option for outsiders is not to meddle in their business.

But Yu Huanhuan looked at the situation in front of her, she really couldn't care so much, and rushed up to push the man away.

Faster than her is Fu Yunrao, who has been guarding her.

In this obviously potentially dangerous situation, how could Fu Yunrao let Yu Huanhuan do it to a drunkard alone.

In front of the emaciated mother and daughter, the drunkard who seemed to have no way to resist at all came into Fu Yunrao's hands, but it was just a waste that was cleaned up in three or two clicks and then thrown out like a sandbag.

The mother and daughter who were bullied didn't seem to be able to react a little after a long time, and they were rescued.

The child's mother hugged the child tightly and sat on the ground, crying quietly and quietly, looking pitiful.

The drunkard was thrown out by Fu Yunrao at once, rolled on the ground with dirt, and looked confused when he got up.

He slapped the dirt on his body and asked scoldingly, "Who the dares to do it to me?" ”

However, his arrogance like a ruffian hooligan, when he turned around and saw Fu Yunrao, it was all gone in an instant.

Yu Huanhuan, for his kind of cunning waste who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, he is angry when he looks at it.

Glaring at the drunkard, Yu Huanhuan walked up to the mother and daughter and whispered to them, "It's okay." Do not be afraid. ”

got so close, Yu Huanhuan realized that the child's mother looked unusually young. It's also possible that she is about the same age.

And the child she was holding in her arms was probably only about two or three years old.

Why would such a young girl snatch a child with such an alcoholic who looks like a middle-aged man?

Yu Huanhuan suddenly felt that everything in front of her was a little weird.

The young child's mother hugged her child tightly, and it took about ten seconds to react to Yu Huanhuan's comfort.

She hugged the child and sobbed and said, "Thank you, thank you." ”