Afternoon.

From afar, the sky is high and the clouds are shu, the mountains are green and the water is clear; Looking at the longitudinal and horizontal horizons of Qianmo up close, the chickens and dogs smell each other, and it is a good picture of the pastoral scenery that is refreshing.

Shen Xihuan and Wen Yan were next to each other, bathed in the warm sunshine, and sat lazily on a rattan chair.

And Wang Ye and the three of them are all sleeping in the house, and in addition to a local dog named Wangcai, who is eating dog food at the scene, there is only Aunt Liao who washes black chickens and vegetables by the well.

Shen Sihuan talked to her without a match, although Aunt Liao spoke a dialect, and the two occasionally talked with chickens and ducks, but she was quite happy.

Wen Yan listened silently throughout the whole process, his right hand subconsciously playing with her hair, and his left hand reluctantly grabbed her ring finger and little finger.

Suddenly, she turned her head and said to him happily, "Wen Yan, it's amazing! Aunt Liao said that this village also has another name, called Potato Village. ”

She has the same name.

It turned out that a few years ago the village was much more isolated and backward than it is now. But one day, a man, whom the villagers call the "big boss", suddenly appeared and said that he would contribute money to help the villagers develop the economy, such as large-scale planting and sales of specialty crops, as well as exporting local specialty sweet potato roast.

Although it still looks like a mountain village today, in fact, the sweet potatoes, potatoes, and homemade shochu grown by the villagers are all sold to the north.

As for the name "Potato Village", it started two or three years ago......

Aunt Liao pointed to the southeast direction and said that there were large potato fields, colorful and beautiful. There are often young people from nearby counties and cities who come to take autumn trips and take photos.

When Shen Xihuan heard this, he immediately stood up energetically, and pulled Wen Yan to take a look. Aunt Liao looked at them happily and said that if you like it, you can pick some back, and you can drive it for several days. But she repeatedly instructed that the southernmost white piece could only be viewed from a distance, and that it should never be stepped on, let alone picked, otherwise, the village chief would be furious.

Shen Sihuan responded with a smile, and walked away from Wen Yan in a blink of an eye. Holding hands as they walked east, they soon saw the magnificent scenery at the end of the field.

"It's so beautiful!"

The "little potato" spread its legs and ran towards the potato flowers, where several groups of people were already taking pictures. She turned around and waved vigorously at Wen Yan, "Wen Yan! Come on! ”

But he stopped where he was, his eyes shining, but he didn't move, as if he had lost his soul.

I saw the autumn wind blowing through the sea of flowers, raising the rain of falling flowers in the sky, and she was full of jade, her hair was flying, and her smile was like a flower.

The soft hair seemed to brush the tip of his heart, tickling; The delicate smile seemed to fill his heart, sour.

She is so beautiful, and the whole world is beautiful. And she is so beautiful, looking at him at the moment, waving her hand and calling his name.

His eyes were swollen, and he wanted to cry a little.

Gradually, some tourists noticed Wen Yan standing on the gravel road, a person whose appearance, temperament and figure were all superb, and he stood in a daze among the mountain and village houses, which made the whole background picture "expensive".

Someone secretly turned the direction of the camera and was about to press the shooting button, but the person suddenly rushed towards the flower field.

In the next second, he pressed a long-haired girl into his arms, a hug like the end of the world.

Shen Xihuan was stunned and let him hold him, "Wen Yan, what's wrong?" Did you send something or something? ”

He lowered his head and whispered something in her ear, and her head "buzzed", and those words were blown away by the wind in a blink of an eye......

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