Mo Han showed Xu Chunliang the few photos he had just taken, Xu Chunliang browsed through them, and no one looked good anyway, and complained: "What kind of technology are you?" My appearance can be photographed by you like a big horse monkey. “

Mo Han couldn't help but want to laugh: "Because of the angle, I shoot from above, and I don't usually shoot people." ”

Xu Chunliang waved his hand, found a position by himself, and asked Mo Han to retake two pictures for him, Mo Han was really speechless, and thought that he wanted to say a few words to himself.

Mo Han helped him take a few photos, and at this time, Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao also climbed up, and Xu Chunliang beckoned them to come over and take a group photo.

Mo Han was completely speechless, Xu Chunliang really didn't treat himself as an outsider, and regarded her as a full-time photographer.

Yan Huiyi is also a photography enthusiast, and her eyes suddenly straightened when she saw the equipment used by Mo Han, she used the Leica M10R customized version, and the single camera and lens were more than 100,000.

Xu Chunliang didn't introduce it, Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao thought that Xu Chunliang was a social cow, and they could talk to anyone they met, how did they know that these two people had known each other for a long time.

Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao didn't plan to disturb others, they went to the side to see the scenery after taking photos, Mo Han showed the photos to Xu Chunliang, and Xu Chunliang said that she took it okay.

"If you're not satisfied, I can delete it right away."

"No, it's better than me anyway, by the way, what are you doing here alone? There are snakes on the mountain. ”

Mo Han said: "You care about me!" ”

"You're going to have no friends with that attitude."

"I don't need to." Mo Han looked up at the sky, and at this moment, the sky actually began to turn cloudy.

Yan Huiyi's voice came from a distance: "Xiao Xu, it seems to be raining, let's hurry down the mountain." ”

Jin Yonghao suggested that they descend from the eastern slope, where the mountain is relatively gentle, and it is also the most common road for people, and Mo Han climbed up from that road just now.

The four of them went down the mountain together, and before they were halfway there, a rainstorm came unexpectedly.

Mo Han was wearing professional equipment, not to mention waterproof outerwear, and a raincoat in his backpack.

Compared with her, Xu Chunliang and the three of them were too embarrassed and unprepared, and in the blink of an eye, they were drenched like chickens in soup, and Mo Han gave them a waterproof bag and asked them to put their mobile phones in it.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and he can't even see the mountain road clearly, Jin Yonghao pointed to the stone house in front of him and proposed to take refuge inside, it is too dangerous to go down the mountain in the rain.

When they came to the courtyard, Jin Yonghao said in a loud voice, "Is there anyone?" ”

An old man came out with an oilcloth umbrella, originally with a gloomy face, but when he saw Xu Chunliang, he immediately smiled: "Director Xu, it's you!" This old man is He Tiantian's father, He Shouren, who has been living in the mountains for several years.

Two days ago, I accompanied my daughter and granddaughter to live on the ship for a few days, mainly because I was worried that my granddaughter's illness would recur, and when I saw that she was all right, she came back immediately, and he was used to living alone.

He Shouren hurriedly invited them into the stone house. @精华\/Shuge Error-free Debut~~

The two stone houses were not big, and He Shouren usually didn't feel that he lived alone, but now there were four more adults at once, and they suddenly seemed cramped and cramped.

He Shouren found a brazier, lit some charcoal, and asked them to sit next to them to dry their clothes.

Mo Han was fully equipped, and his body was not wet at all.

Yan Huiyi sneezed a few times in succession, squatting next to the brazier to roast the fire, it was really cold, and Jin Yonghao was no better than him.

Xu Chunliang had a strong physique, nothing at all, and wiped his head with a dry towel.

He Shouren went to the kitchen next door to boil some ginger soup for them to sweat so that they would not catch a cold.

Mo Han raised her wrist and looked at the time, it was twelve o'clock at noon, and she didn't know when the rain would stop, so she got up to help.

Yan Huiyi asked with some curiosity: "Xiao Xu, you have known each other for a long time?" ”

Xu Chunliang said: "Who are you talking about?" ”

Yan replied: "The girl who took the picture." ”

Xu Chunliang smiled: "I just met." ”

Jin Yonghao glanced out the window, the rain was not small but heavier, and he sighed and said, "How can it be said that it will fall on a sunny day just now?" ”

He Shouren walked in with two bowls of ginger soup, they hurried over to pick it up, and Mo Han also brought a bowl out and handed it to Xu Chunliang, Xu. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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Chunliang said that he didn't need to.

He Shouren said: "This rain is at least two hours, let's wait for the rain to stop before leaving, I'll go get some food, you can make do with it." ”

Yan Huiyi's stomach was already growling: "Then trouble Teacher He." ”

Mo Han took the initiative to help He Shouren.

Kim Yong-ho called the hospital and told them that he would be back later.

Not long after, the aroma of food came from next door, and He Shouren stewed an old rooster and pasted some pastries, which are locally called ground pot stickers. I also stewed a ground three fresh with eggplant, potatoes, and beans, and also pasted a palm-sized cake.

He went directly to the table with an iron pot and said to them: "There is nothing good to eat on this mountain, so you can eat as you like, and bear with me if you don't greet well." ”

Yan replied: "This is already very rich, Teacher He really thank you, you are our savior, you didn't take us in, we had to freeze to death on the mountain." ”

Xu Chunliang smiled: "How can it be so exaggerated? ”

He Shouren found a bottle of Yanghe Daqu in a light bottle: "How many people drink?" "He doesn't usually drink alcohol, and I don't know when his relatives left this bottle of wine.

Xu Chunliang said: "Don't drink, let's eat enough and wait for the rain to pass and leave." ”

He Shouren asked them to eat first, and if the cake was not enough, they could paste it again.

It may be because they are cold and hungry, several people eat extra sweet, Yan Huiyi has found the feeling of his youth again this meal, he has not eaten such an authentic local pot dish for too many years.

He Shouren told him that the main reason was that the ingredients were pollution-free vegetarian vegetables and free-range running pheasants, and they were burned to chop wood and use mountain spring water, and the city could not burn this taste.

Several people sighed again, although life is getting better and better, but eating is becoming more and more unhealthy.

Mo Han said: "Teacher He must know the situation of Shiliang Mountain very well? ”

He Shouren nodded, Shiliang Mountain because of the altitude, there is no particularly rich product on the mountain, the biggest specialty in addition to mushrooms is mountain spring water, no one in the past felt that the mountain spring water is rare, recently after the construction of the water plant in Xianhong Farm, everyone knows that the original mountain spring water can also be sold for money, and now even the locals come up to the mountain to fetch water.

He Shouren originally chose to live in the mountain to be pure, because there were more and more people going up the mountain, and the pure days were also disrupted.

Xu Chun's conscience said that with the development of Weishan Island, it was more difficult for him to get quiet.

got up and came to the wooden case on the side, on which were the four treasures of the study, where He Shouren usually wrote.

On the wooden case is He Shouren's copy of half of the "Diamond Sutra", because of their visit, so it was not copied. The whole article is written in thin gold font, Xu Chunliang praised: "Mr. He's handwriting skills are very deep!" ”

He Shouren said modestly: "It's just imitation." ”

Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao also came over, intellectuals are very interested in calligraphy and painting, especially Yan Huiyi, he usually likes to dance and write ink, and he is also a director of the Municipal Calligraphy Association.

Yan Huiyi also followed the evaluation, his eyesight was limited, but he could also see that He Shouren's handwriting was good, as for how good, he couldn't talk about the point.

Jin Yonghao is more layman than Yan Huiyi, when this kind of time, when the subordinates habitually praise the leader a few words, he introduced Yan Huiyi to everyone is a master of calligraphy, is the director of the Dongzhou Calligraphy Association.

As soon as he touted, Yan Huiyi naturally had a light on his face, and asked He Shouren whether he had joined the calligraphy association along the topic, and if not, he could introduce it.

He Shouren was more modest, saying that his level was not enough to participate in the Book Association.

Yan Huiyi smiled: "Teacher He is modest, I see that your writing level is not low, you can join the Municipal Book Association, I can help you introduce." ”

He Shouren shook his head again and again, in fact, he looked down on any organization such as the Book Association from the bottom of his bones, he wrote purely as a hobby, and he didn't think about proving anything.

Jin Yonghao said: "Yan Yuan, I see that there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, why don't you show it too, let us open our eyes." ”

He was well-intentioned and wanted to pat Yan Huiyi's ass, but it was a bit too much, they were guests, and the host didn't speak, so it was a little inappropriate for him to say this.

Yan Huiyi was actually eager to try it in his heart, and said falsely: "No need." ”

He Shouren said: "Dean Yan is not polite, everyone learns from each other. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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It's okay to have a little bit. ”

Yan Huiyi pretended to be embarrassed, but still picked up the brush, and Jin Yonghao was busy helping him to study the ink.

Yan replied: "I usually write cursive, so I'll write a cursive script for Mr. He." ”

Xu Chunliang looked at it in his eyes and secretly wanted to laugh in his heart, what is called a class to get an axe, although He Shouren's thin gold body did not jump out of the scope of copying, but his cursive script already had the demeanor of a master.

You Yan Huiyi not only wants to write cursive, but also gives it to others, and I really don't know how many catties and taels I have.

Jin Yonghao is even more ridiculous, it is estimated that it has become a habit to shoot sycophants, Yan Huiyi is leaving, you are still shooting so hard, is it okay to figure out the situation and then shoot?

Yan Huiyi picked up the pen and closed his eyes, concentrating, although he didn't know how well he wrote, his posture was pinched out.

Yan Huiyi wrote a "Burrow Inscription", and the characteristic of cursive writing is that the whole text is almost word-for-word and written in one go.

Xu Chunliang glanced at it and saw that Yan Hui had worked cursive writing, but his writing was average, to be precise, he had no shape but not his spirit.

After Yan Huiyi finished writing, Jin Yonghao praised: "Good words! Yan Yuan, your character already has the charm of Wang Xizhi. ”

Xu Chunliang sighed secretly, you have to master the scale of sycophancy, it's too much, it's shameless, Wang Xizhi is indeed a generation of masters, but Wang Xizhi is not a grass saint.

Yan Huiyi's character is obviously copying Zhang Zhi, and the biggest feature of Zhang Zhi's cursive script is to abandon the tail of the goose, strengthen the continuous pen, and reduce the strokes.

Yan Huiyi wrote a little deliberately, from beginning to end, the words are connected, and some of the simplified words are not recognized by my parents.

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Chapter 145: Mountains and Lakes Waste People