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Chapter 276 A Woman Who Can Say Why She Gets Angry Is Great

Chapter 276 A woman who can tell why she is angry is great

At the right time, Yunzhou became famous for its tourism, and they didn’t stop at every spot. This was because there were ancient villages and museums. But they had already seen the real Mosuo people, so there was no need to see them again.

All the way to Caohai, there were more people.

When we arrived at the Walking Wedding Bridge, people were coming and going. There were many vendors on both sides of the bridge, and people in national costumes also gathered here in crowds.

"I'm so envious of the Mosuo girls' hair! There's so much of it!" A female tourist looked at the big braids on their heads.

"That's a yak braid!" He Huan said.

"What yak braid?"

"Fake braids made of yak tails."

"ah!"

"This makes the skull appear taller. There are circles of braids on the head, surrounded by colorful beads, which makes the face appear smaller. If you want to have a taller skull, you have to perm your hair. People have already put wigs on their heads. You guys

Two thousand years behind!"

Tourists leaned forward and backward.

"You should seize the time to wear pleated skirts now. The more pleated the skirts, the younger you will be. After thirty, you are said to be young. But they start wearing skirts from the 13-year-old adult ceremony. The more pleats in the skirt, the higher their status. We will be entertained at noon.

My grandmother’s pleated skirt has the most pleats.”

"oh!"

"What about those young men?" The tourists looked at the young men in national costumes curiously.

"The reason why the guy dresses like this is because Mosuo girls think he looks good. It's different from our traditional men who think what kind of women look good. Mosuo men dress up the way Mosuo women think they look good."

To please them."

"Hahaha……"

"They all wear felt hats and carry short knives at their waists. Just like cowboys."

Everyone looked at it and said, "Wow! It's really true!"

"Wow! It's true!" He Huan exaggeratedly imitated them, "Now it's all just to please tourists like you!"

"Hahaha..." The tourists chased him.

When they caught up with him, they caught him and didn't fight him.

He Huan said to them again: "Didn't you notice that the real Mosuo people we went to at noon didn't wear national costumes at all?"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded as if they were just waking up from a dream.

"Why don't they wear national costumes?" everyone asked curiously.

"The national costumes are very complicated, and many of them are woven by themselves. Why do they still ask for trouble when they have more convenient, simple and cheap clothes? Their hair is tied up casually, without big braids and a lot of jewelry.

The people you see who are dressed in national costumes from head to toe are either tourist guides or actors. They are not even from the same ethnic group. If you go to a store to rent one or buy one, you will look more like Mosuo people than the one we went to at noon."

The tourists couldn't stop laughing.

"Most of the people who come to Lugu Lake are Mosuo people, so Lugu Lake is full of Mosuo people. In fact, there are other ethnic groups, including Han people, who come to do business.

But they all became Mosuo people, all for the sake of making money, and you can’t tell them apart just by dressing up. The stories they tell are only romantic or even obscene, all to suit the curiosity of some tourists.”

"Their culture of shyness means they won't talk about themselves and their lovers in public. So don't ask. I didn't ask them today either. This is someone else's private matter."

Everyone nodded. We were just visiting the house today, and we didn’t talk about personal feelings.

"Those who talk a lot about their Axia and how many Axia they have cannot be judged to be Mosuo people, at least not authentic Mosuo people."

"Yeah." The tourists nodded.

"You wouldn't ask a strange Han person how your girlfriend is? How is she? Right? If a stranger suddenly comes to ask you and your girlfriend, you will also feel that there is something wrong with the other person, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"So don't treat them as visitors, be respectful."

Everyone felt that this tour guide was really good, otherwise they might have crossed the etiquette boundaries between people unknowingly out of curiosity.

But this is something that residents of tourist destinations cannot escape. Because this kind of tourist destination based on folk culture promotes them as commodities, it is difficult for tourists to avoid looking at them with a curious eye.

"Many people come to the Walking Marriage Bridge because it is the passage for Mosuo people to get married. In addition to pig trough boats and horseback riding, there is also a Walking Marriage Bridge. Look at the direction.

There is only such a bridge on Lugu Lake. It is actually not only for walking marriages, but also like a pig trough boat for hunting pig grass, and horses are also a means of travel.

But because love always makes people yearn for it, this bridge used by ordinary local residents to travel has become the best magpie bridge in the world."

The reeds on both sides of the bridge gradually became denser. He Huan stopped and said, "You lovers, let's go!"

When the tourists passed by, Long Teng walked up to them.

He Huan said: "Use an umbrella to block it."

"Yeah." Long Teng's face turned slightly red when he thought of the two of them hiding under their clothes in the morning.

A child came over with roses and said, "Brother, brother, buy flowers for my sister!"

"I won't buy it," He Huan said.

"He doesn't love you." The child turned to Long Teng and said.

"She's allergic." He Huan said.

The child walked away angrily.

Long Teng looked at him, "Who said I was allergic?"

"That's what you said!" He Huan took her umbrella, lowered his head and held it with her, "You are allergic to Gesang flowers, aren't you allergic to roses? I sang a duet with wild roses in Stone City."

Long Teng's face turned red, and he reached out to grab the umbrella, but did not grab it. He raised his head and looked at him bitterly.

He Huan looked at her and smiled.

Long Teng lowered his head again, "What are you so proud of? The ground is full of flowers and there are confidantes everywhere! It took me 20 years to stop being allergic. Should I come out to see the flowers or to see your woman come?"

He Huan covered his face, "What is my woman? How can I have one?"

"I'm not one of those flowers of yours." Long Teng took the umbrella and said, "Stop your tricks on me!"

Holding a small umbrella to cover her face, He Huan walked outside her umbrella, "I'm just making an analogy. I think women are as beautiful as flowers, in various shapes and forms. But I didn't pick flowers casually."

"You don't. You are like those romantic talents who compose a poem casually, which makes other people's names famous and touches their hearts. Everyone also praises your talent and romantic style.

Then you go to another place to compose a poem. Those girls like you, think of you when they see flowers, and think you are different, but what about you?"

Long Tengyang opened his umbrella and looked at him, "In addition to making people sad and unforgettable, what else can you give them? Have you ever praised them like flowers? You won't think of them even when you see flowers. But you still think of them when you see flowers.

Woman. Isn’t this sad?”

Tears suddenly filled her eyes.

He Huan's heart ached and he reached out to hug her.

Long Teng turned his head and said, "I am not one of those women, and I will not be moved by your casual words."

He Huan lowered his hands. Women's thoughts were really twisted. He didn't expect that they would think of him and other women when they saw the flowers.

He didn't understand why women's thoughts were so complicated, so he thought for a long time and said, "Thank you for telling me this. I will definitely be more cautious in my words and deeds in the future. But I..."

He Huan didn't know how to explain it, but when he saw sea cauliflower, he would definitely think of her. He just used local materials like Gesang flowers and wild roses to compare them, but he had never seen sea cauliflower before, so he thought they looked like her.

Appearance, posture, and now I find that there is no room for any impurity in her personality.

He Huan was a little sad.

Remembering that she was obviously very happy when he said she was like a sea cauliflower, but she suddenly became unhappy when she saw the Gesang flower!

She probably thought he treated her the same as everyone else, right?

"I will never compare women to flowers again. You can look at the flowers as you like."

"It's none of my business whether you compare with flowers or not! It's none of your business whether I see flowers or not!" Long Teng walked away quickly.

He Huan stood behind, smiled, and sighed again. Maybe Miss Long was right, he was just a bitch, right? He actually thought it was cute that Miss Long didn't care about him.

No matter what, a woman who can tell why she is angry is great, right?

He Huan hurriedly went to catch up with the Little White Dragon Group.

Tourists walked on the bridge covered with winding reeds by themselves, regardless of the tour guide.

There are many tour groups on the walking wedding bridge, and many tour guides are explaining it, but the little white dragon is missing.

A female tour guide wearing Mosuo clothing in front was explaining, attracting many tourists to listen.

The little white dragon group also leaned over to listen.

"Our Goddess Gemu is the most beautiful girl in Mosuo Village. There are so many mountains around Lugu Lake, and all these male mountain gods are her lovers. But her favorite lover is a male mountain god from afar.

One day, Goddess Gemu was having a tryst with a male mountain god from the Lugu Lake in the flower building. The distant male mountain god came over and saw the hats of other mountain gods hanging on the flower building, so he turned around and left.

Goddess Gemu heard the sound of horse hooves and chased her out. When she saw the male mountain god who had come from afar had left, she hurriedly chased after him. After chasing for three days and three nights, she could not catch up. She only saw a horse hoof print. Goddess Gemu was heartbroken and shed tears.

The flow of horseshoe prints forms Lugu Lake.

The male mountain god who had walked away looked back and was very sad, so he sprinkled a few pieces of silver into the lake, forming several small islands in the lake.

Dear male gods from afar, although we Mosuo girls have many lovers, we love you the most! Don’t leave, we Mosuo girls will be sad!"

"Hahaha..." The male tourists surrounding her laughed and made some obscene jokes, and she also responded back and forth.

The little white dragon group hurriedly ran back and grabbed the little white dragon angrily, "How could that tour guide talk about their goddess like that?"

An indignant narrative.

"Little White Dragon Group, if you go listen to others' explanations, aren't you asking for trouble?" He Huan looked at them.

The tourists laughed and said, "It's not because you didn't tell us after you left."

"I've talked about it all the way."

Everyone laughed too, yes! One day around the lake, Xiao Bailong was explaining almost everything, whether on or off the bus.

Everyone pulled He Huan and walked to the female tour guide in Mosuo clothing who was surrounded by people.

She was talking about the Mosuo guy who climbed up the flower tower by mistake and climbed to his aunt's room. The aunt didn't say anything and the girl waited all night...

Various descriptions made the male tourists surrounding her laugh.

The little white dragon group looked at the fair and pretty female tour guide and frowned, pushing He Huan, "Little white dragon! Sing! Sing Mosuo songs!"

As soon as they made a fuss, the surrounding tourists also spotted Xiao Bailong and shouted: "It's Xiao Bailong, the duke prince of Yunzhou!"

"Sing! Sing! Little White Dragon sings!" the onlookers cheered.

He Huan was also made uncomfortable by the insult she had just given to Mosuo culture. The culture spread by some tour guides was really vulgar and distorted, hurting the indigenous people in their name.

So he sang generously: "Azhu hey azhu hey, oh sah oh duwu ze hey ze na shua he shua..."

After singing a part, he looked at the female tour guide with a smile.

The onlookers applauded. Little White Dragon is well-deserved! It can sing ethnic minority songs that are completely incomprehensible but very nice.

The little white dragon group looked at the female tour guide and said, "It's your turn! This is a walking marriage love song that you Mosuo people can sing!"

(End of chapter)


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