Cheng Yuesheng didn't talk to Cheng Zhiyan last night, and there were several missed calls from his children's watch on his mobile phone.

Cheng Zhiyan should be on his way to school at this time, so he dialed the phone back and said a few words of reassurance.

The return journey is along the river and faces south.

Cheng Yuesheng opened the browser that came with his mobile phone, searched for a while, and then opened Weibo and entered the homepage of "Page Green".

She doesn't post much Weibo, the frequency of a painting a week, and she will post a line draft halfway, and most of the copywriting is only a few words.

All the paintings are based on the ancient style, painting people, painting mountains, rivers, bright moons and starry sky, painting animals in the scene, and occasionally there will be one or two practice manuscripts with different styles.

Like an emotionless drawing machine.

The most recent Weibo that proved that she was a living person was the night before a business trip, and the content was: "I'm in a bad mood, I'm not in good shape, and I'm going on a business trip, and I'm going to have a pigeon this week."

Cheng Yuesheng's fingers paused here.

Down, he swiped through the picture quickly, but when he swept over a topic with a "#", he flipped it back again.

It's a self-created topic: for the universe, for the stars.

The picture for March 27 is a four-square plot plot.

In the picture, a little fat man is outlined with a few facial features, held up by the wind in the verdant mountains and laughing, lying in the grass leisurely basking in the sun, holding a banana leaf to hide from the rain in the evening, and jumping with joy in the starlight, it should be going home.

Cheng Yuesheng's expression was slightly condensed, he hesitated for a moment, returned to the top of the homepage and clicked on this topic, and saw all the blog posts she posted on this topic.

There is not much content related to this topic, it is all pictures, and they only bring a topic of "to the universe and to the stars".

There is no pattern in the timing and frequency of the posting, but four Weibo posts were posted on March 27.

Four pictures, four themes, mountains, seas, rivers and moons.

The first picture is the sea at night, the ripples on the calm sea surface are outlined like hands and flowers, wrapping a mass of things in the water, like moonlight, and like a baby curled up in a ball.

In the first three birthday pictures, the children all have no facial features, either only a back, or a shallow outline.

Every stroke is a mother's thoughts.

The driver looked at the road conditions behind him from the endoscope, and inadvertently saw Cheng Yuesheng leaning in the car seat, holding the mobile phone in one hand and resting on his lap, holding the other hand against his forehead, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were frowning, and his contours were a little sharper than usual.

He asked, "Mr. Cheng is not feeling well? Do you want to adjust your speed?"

This main road, narrow and winding, with many mountains and many curves, is not friendly to people who ride or drive.

Cheng Yuesheng only said, "No."

Then he threw his phone aside and closed his eyes to recuperate.

**

It is about half an hour away from the B&B on the hill to the ancient town.

Before Gu Yingqing arrived at the homestay in the ancient town, he had already told everyone about yesterday's situation in the group.

She also learned from Liu Zhu about the latest change in the itinerary: drive back to the provincial capital in the afternoon, and have a dinner in the evening to meet the leaders of the three parties.

This business trip was supposed to be a three-day and three-night trip, and Song Qiwen and they originally planned to observe the surrounding environment more, and the itinerary reserved this part of the time, but now they can only walk around the ancient town.

Gu Yingqing and the other troops finished breakfast at the B&B and went out with them.

Song Qiwen didn't eat, he looked like he had just woken up, and he came downstairs before going out, and when he was on the stairs, he looked at Gu Yingqing from the restaurant on the first floor and smiled at her.

He walked up to Gu Yingqing and asked her, "Are you really okay?"

Gu Yingqing smiled comfortingly at him, "It's really okay, it's just that I didn't wear a sunhat yesterday, and my face was a little sunburned."

Her skin is thin and white, and she gets sunburned easily when she is slightly exposed to the sun.

Fortunately, it's April, and the ultraviolet rays aren't so spicy, so she felt an itch on her face last night, and when she woke up this morning, the itchy skin turned into a slight tingling sensation.

The group had different preferences and speeds, so they made an appointment for lunch and out

Send time, free to move in a group.

Song Qiwen walked with Gu Yingqing when he went out, and he automatically formed a team, and there were two men and a woman walking with them, and the group walked around on the same road not far away.

The commercialized ancient town, now there are still some old buildings built along the mountain, most of the snacks and handicrafts sold in the store, and the price is expensive, especially for outsiders.

When I went to the high places, there were fewer shops, but there were more elderly people setting up stalls along the road.

There was a bamboo basket in front of someone, which contained half-orange and half-green fruits that had never been seen before, and they were shouting.

Gu Yingqing was curious, picked up one, the skin of the fruit was covered with black oval bumps, she asked what it was, the person replied in a dialect, Gu Yingqing didn't understand.

The old man squatted on the stone steps on the side of the road, skillfully pulled out the cards from under his buttocks, and handwrote in black marker pen on the side facing her: Cactus fruit, the flesh is rich in trace elements, proteins, vitamins, etc., and adults and children can eat it.

Gu Yingqing planned to buy some when he came back and bring it back to Jin Yuyin to taste fresh.

When she left the stall, Song said to her, "Wait a minute."

Then he entered a handicraft shop, Gu Yingqing followed up, and saw some very interesting ceramic knick-knacks on the wooden cabinet at the door.

She was so attracted by these gadgets that she couldn't walk, standing there and picking out, she held a few ceramic cats in her hand, beckoning poses, and the cat's face was drawn playfully and smartly.

In an instant, she saw a little Maitreya Buddha holding his face cross-legged, with a bulging belly and a smile, painted like a child.

Gu Yingqing thought of Xingxing and Cheng Zhiyan, thought about it, only picked up one, and regretted it when he was about to go to the checkout, so he turned back and took one more.

When he came out, Gu Yingqing carried a large bag of things in his hand, and the logo painted in red and black on the unique shopping bag of the handicraft store.

The others had already walked away, and Song Qiwen was waiting for her at the door, also carrying a bag in his hand.

He pulled a sunhat out of his shopping bag and said, "Put it on."

Gu Yingqing was surprised and politely refused, "I'll just buy one myself, you are a souvenir to bring to your family, right?"

She saw that the paper bag in his hand was larger than hers, containing tassel shawls in ethnic minority colors, and some small items.

Song Qiwen didn't deny it, "I bought it for my mother, and I chose a hat for you, put it on, it's not a very expensive thing."

Gu Yingqing took it and said, "Thank you, I'm going to buy a cactus fruit and give you a copy."

Song Qiwen accepted with a smile: "Thank you so much."

Although she didn't want to owe him a favor, even if it was a hat of a hundred dollars.

The souvenirs sold locally are all in the same style, and the unique thing is that the brim of the wide-brimmed sunhat has the shop's classic red and black edge.

Gu Yingqing put on the hat casually, and Song Qiwen said, "With a hat to shade the sun, you can loosen the collar and tie up your hair, will it be cooler?" It's hot."

It rained heavily last night, and the sun is still shining today, and Gu Ying was sweating early in the morning.

She said, "I'm not hot."