Xu Xian hugged Zhou Jing and cried for a while before running back to his room with tears in his eyes. The little Crystal at the door immediately rolled her eyes and gave him the same treatment. Shi Ran left, leaving only Kim Heechul to stay there with a sympathetic look.
Look at him.
Well, it was hard to please both parties, and Zhou Jing was speechless. In desperation, he planned to go find his good friend Zheng Zhixun, but found that the two people were not in the room.
After asking Uncle Lu, Zhou Jing found out that they went to Dalingyuan to play. Now that Little Crystal was having a tantrum, he probably wouldn't talk to him again in the near future, so he decided to go for a walk in Dalingyuan too.
"Brother, how about I go with you?" Jin Heechul felt a little unbearable when he saw Zhou Jing's solitary appearance.
"No, Heechul, you stay and keep an eye on the three of them. If you need anything, call me." Zhou Jing waved his hand to reject Jin Heechul's kindness.
"Well, that's fine. If I, a big star in the universe, go to a tourist attraction, it will be a big deal if I attract onlookers, haha."
"Haha. As long as you are happy."
Daleungwon, as the name suggests, is a cemetery. Here, the kings and nobles of the Silla Dynasty are buried. It is a huge tomb complex. There are 23 tombs visible on the ground alone, and it is said that there are more than 200 invisible ancient tombs underground.
Among them, Hwangnam Daejung and Cheonmachong are the most famous. Cheonmachong, where paintings from the ancient Silla period 1,500 years ago were unearthed, is the only royal tomb in Daereungwon that has an open interior.
I have to say that the scenery here is indeed very good. The vast expanse of green grass against the clear sky makes people feel extremely relaxed and comfortable. However, Zhou Jing always felt a little strange walking alone in this park-like cemetery.
Near the end of the holiday, there were not many tourists inside, but Zhou Jing found that there were couples taking selfies with tripods, and there were more than one couple, which made him confused.
You must know that the huge mound in the background of their photo is a tomb. In Zhou Jing's concept, the resting place of the ancestors should be taboo. It is somewhat inappropriate to photograph it so aggressively with the camera.
Moreover, seeing the sight of lovers kissing me made him feel even worse. Zhou Jing shook his head and smiled bitterly before continuing to walk forward.
During this period, Cheonmachong Tomb was undergoing internal renovations and was not open to the public, so even the 1,500 won entrance fee was waived, but this also made Zhou Jing's visit more and more boring.
Zheng Zhixun and Kim Tae Hee were nowhere to be seen, and he began to wonder if these two guys were even here.
Forget it, just go back if you can't find it. Zhou Jing was about to go home but was stopped by some old people on the way.
"Hey, Old Liu, what do you mean by this lighter?"
"I didn't know. It's all your fault that you forgot to bring a lighter when you went out. You finally found a smoking spot and there was no fire. What do you think you did?"
"Okay, if you keep making noise and scare this young man, why don't you go find Sister Li? She is a senior engineer and she will definitely know English."
"These lesbians have all gone to take pictures. Where can I find them? It's easy to say."
"Then don't smoke. I won't even look at how bad your old chronic cough is. If you still smoke, I might beat you to death."
"You're not my type, you can't control it."
Hearing this Mandarin with an obvious northwest accent, and seeing several old people bickering like children, Zhou Jing couldn't help but grin.
Without saying a word, he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and handed them to them. This move made the elderly people stunned on the spot.
"Young man, can you understand Chinese?" the old man known as Lao Liutou looked at Zhou Jing in confusion and asked.
"Haha. Masters, I am also Chinese and of course I understand. You guys seem to be holding yourself back. Come on, slap me."
As soon as Zhou Jing finished speaking, the other party suddenly realized that they had met compatriots in a foreign country. Before, they thought Zhou Jing was a Korean.
Smokers of all ages can chat with each other with just a cigarette. Zhou Jing stopped to smoke a cigarette when he had nothing to do, and chatted with these elderly people by the way.
After some conversation, Zhou Jing learned that the tour group composed of old people were all retired workers from an oil field in the northwest. Among them were either model workers or winners of the "May 1st Medal", as well as several older ladies who were not here.
We were once the "March 8th Red Flag Bearers".
This time, the old company organized these people to travel abroad, which can be regarded as a kind of condolences to them for their outstanding contributions when they were young.
Just considering that the elderly are getting older, I didn’t go too far, but chose to visit Japan, South Korea or Southeast Asia.
Zhou Jing couldn't help but stand in awe when he heard this. Good guy, you have to know that these old people in front of them who are nearly 70 years old were all great people back then.
When Zhou Jing was traveling by car a few years ago, he had passed by the places where these old masters had worked. The conditions today are naturally good, but back then, it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as sleeping in the open air.
There were almost no means of communication in that era, and oil extraction workers had to overcome difficult conditions and endure extreme loneliness, and then mined barrels of industrial blood for the country in the vast Gobi Desert.
Splendid rivers and mountains are picturesque
The construction of the motherland is a horse
How glorious it is for me to be an oil worker
Wearing an aluminum helmet and walking around the world.
Zhou Jingqing couldn't help but hum the song softly. The masters were stunned for a moment and immediately sang along to the rhythm.
Tianshan goose feather snow overhead
Facing the Gobi Desert Wind and Sand
Welcome the morning sun by the Jialing River
Sunset glow under Kunlun Mountain
Not afraid of heaven and earth
Let it be the wind, snow, thunder and lightning
I donate oil to my motherland
Wherever there is oil, that is my home
The master singers who sang this song "I Dedicate Oil to the Motherland" were instantly refreshed. Even though their hair was gray, they could still see the sentiment of "when an oil worker roars, the earth will tremble three times."
momentum.
"Young man, are you from the oil field too?" an old woman who rushed back after hearing the singing asked excitedly as she looked Zhou Jing up and down.
These senior workers were really cute and respectable. Zhou Jing smiled, shook his head, and hummed another song softly in the face of their puzzled looks.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Red molten iron is rushing in front of the furnace
Brilliant steel flowers are shining around you
How proud we steel workers are
Ambition can turn a mountain of iron into stone
The dancing steel flowers are picturesque
Steel and iron bones serve the country.
"Oh, young man, after a long time you turned out to be working in a steel factory." As soon as the song started to sing, the old people immediately understood what Zhou Jing did.
"Yes, I am a worker of Sangang. All workers in the world belong to the same family. You are all old comrades and seniors. I am here to pay tribute to you." After speaking, Zhou Jing solemnly bowed to the old masters.
At first, these old people thought that Zhou Jing was also visiting South Korea, but when they heard that he was here to participate in the construction of a new steel plant, and that it was led by our Chinese steel companies, they all became excited.
One of the white-haired old men patted Zhou Jing on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Young man, do your job well, and you must not embarrass us Chinese workers."
"Don't worry, masters, we will definitely maintain quality and quantity to produce a high-quality project for these Koreans to see." Zhou Dingding nodded and patted his chest to make a promise. He wanted to tell the old comrades in front of him that steel workers are not the same.
Vegetarian.
"Haha. Good job. By the way, is this girl your target?"
"The target?" Zhou Jing turned around and was startled when he saw Xu Xian standing behind him.
Perhaps because her eyes were red from crying just now, Xu Xian had already put on sunglasses at this time. Although her eyes were not visible, her apples were visibly red. It was obvious that she understood what the old man said.
"Old sir, you misunderstood. I am not his partner. We are colleagues." Xu Xian's Chinese actually had an accent, but the old people didn't pay much attention to it. On the contrary, this claim surprised them.
For a moment, they looked at each other, muttering to themselves that since they were Zhou Jing's colleagues, they probably worked in the steel factory, so why would they call them "old sir".
Reluctantly, Zhou Jing had no choice but to mouth the word "Korean" to them silently. Only then did the old people suddenly realize that it was no wonder.
However, they still had doubts in their hearts. Who made the Xu Xian in front of them so beautiful, with tender skin and tender flesh? They couldn't connect her with the female workers in the steel factory. She looked like those celebrities on TV.
Fortunately, at this time, the tour guide of the tour group started to greet the grandparents to gather and prepare to go to the next scenic spot, otherwise Zhou Jing would have really needed some time to explain.
The departing old people are still waving goodbye to Zhou Jing and Xu Xian. Although they are all very old, if you look closely, you will find that the backbones of the old people are still straight.
"Xiaoxian, why are you here, where is Xiujing?" Zhou Jing turned to Xu Xian and asked curiously after seeing off these special compatriots.
"Dou Ding is taking a nap. I heard Oppa Heechul say you are here, so..."
Xu Xian lowered his head and spoke louder and softer. Zhou Jing's heart tightened when he saw this. The two of them were alone in this atmosphere. So he hurriedly stepped back, scratched his head and said:
"Well it's getting late, let's go back quickly, otherwise Xiujing will be angry again when she wakes up."
After saying that, Zhou Jing was about to leave on his own. He was once bitten by a snake and had been afraid of ropes for ten years. Now that he was facing Xu Xian, he almost had a shadow in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Xu Xian suddenly raised her head as soon as he turned around. At this moment, she seemed to have made up her mind, because her tone became very firm.