Who can catch up with such a young guy if he really wants to run away?
Chen Xing walked over with the camera.
It looked close, but it was still a long way to go, and the road in the mountains was not easy to walk. It took Chen Xing a long time to get to the house.
This is a house that looks very much like a Tibetan watchtower. Most of the walls are made of large stones. Although the stones are square, they are not as regular as the bricks usually used for home decoration. It looks a bit like building courtyard walls in early rural areas.
However, even under such construction conditions, this three- to four-story stone house is still almost completed.
Just missing the cap.
Chen Xing walked around the building. He didn't hear anyone's voice inside, so he probably went somewhere else. But looking at the appearance of the building, Chen Xing felt strange.
The area is not very large, it is estimated to be sixty or seventy square meters. It is safe to build three or four floors with this kind of stone bricks in such a small area?
What's more, it's not just a problem with the building. This house also has a large chimney and a small platform extending from the second floor. It is estimated that the person who made this platform wanted to create a balcony.
Click click click.
Chen Xing took two photos.
He has to ask his classmates if such a house is safe.
He had never studied architecture, but he instinctively felt that the structure of this house was strange.
In a corner of the building, Chen Xing found a wooden door opening to both sides.
Seeing this door, Chen Xing finally understood why he felt that this house was a bit strange. Before, he only thought it was a structural problem. When he saw this door that was full of medieval Western flavor, he then looked at the chimney and the balcony. p>
Oh!!
This is a castle!
France has a large number of castles from all periods, and Chen Xing visited many of them in order to write that book.
I just didn’t expect to see this... a minimalist youth version of a European-style castle when I returned to China?
An old aunt came over carrying a stone. When she saw Chen Xing taking pictures in front of her house with a camera, she quickly threw away the stone and ran over. While running, she said: "Who are you? Why are you taking pictures of my house?"
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The person who ran over was over fifty years old, but his face had many ravines due to long-term work.
Art students generally like people like this the most. The wrinkles on their faces can give people a sense of vicissitudes of life. The oil painting teachers in their schools like to bring elderly mannequins to the school for students to paint.<
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But this expression is too fierce, right?
Chen Xing was shocked.
There is a reason why he took the photo...
Because I instinctively felt that the structure was wrong, I wanted to take a picture to show to my classmates studying architecture. This was out of good intentions... Then I felt that this house was very interesting, so I wanted to take a picture to see the effect.
What else should we do?
Chen Xing is a photographer who comes out to collect photos.
Seeing this kind of building appear in the environment of Wuyuan, any photographer who can bear it, Chen Xing, will think that he has quit being a fan.
"I am a tourist passing through."
"Tourist?"
The old aunt relaxed a little and looked at him carefully.
It really didn't look like the locals here, let alone those who were officials, so I felt relieved and apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to demolish my house."
Chen Xing shook his head and asked, "Did you build this house by yourself?"
"Yes."
Chen Xing felt that she spoke in a very organized manner, and was not like... well, a patient as his uncle said, so he was not as scared as he was when he first saw her, and said: "Have you studied architecture? I think
,If the structure is not good, it would be dangerous to live in it, right?"
Instead, she became wary and said, "You are not one of them, are you?"
"They? Who?"
"At the rescue station, those people think I can't live alone and need help, but in fact I'm doing very well."
Chen Xing smiled, affirmed her words and said: "Indeed, you seem to be very independent and strong. What is your name, Auntie?"
"My surname is Zhang, you can call me whatever you want."
After knowing that Chen Xing posed no threat to her house, Aunt Zhang wanted to go back and continue working. Now that her house is about to be completed, there is no time to chat with a young man. It will not do her any good.
Chen Xing only had time to call Aunt Zhang, and she agreed, but returned to where she threw the stone before and continued carrying the stone.
"Why don't you get a trolley?" Chen Xing asked.
"There is no road over there, so you can only carry the stone slowly by yourself. Do you think I didn't expect it?"
Chen Xing is even more sure that this aunt is not crazy, maybe she is still a hermit.
Ancient hermits may still have a need for fame and officialdom, but if you are a hermit in modern society, no one will really pay attention to you. Just like what my uncle said just now, a few years have passed.
, the local people thought she was a lunatic.
"So where do you live?"
"Live over there, in the mountains."
Seeing that Chen Xing really wanted to get to know her, she hesitated and asked, "Kid, do you have a cigarette?"
Chen Xing shook his head dully.
"How old are you if you don't smoke? It's boring."
"..."
Isn’t this a good habit? It’s actually looked down upon by others.
She threw the stone under the house, took out a crumpled cigarette from her pocket, put it on the tip of her nose and took a deep breath, and then said with satisfaction: "Except for the person from the rescue station, you are the only one who has been with me this year.
The speaker."
Chen Xing thought she would continue chatting, but after waiting for a long time and there was no movement, he took the initiative and asked: "Then why are you here?"
The way she talks is very free and easy. Not to mention women in rural areas, even those women abroad who have not received Confucian education don't have this look like her. It seems like the indifference of a depressed patient, or the disdain of a monk towards the world.<
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This is just a metaphor. Chen Xing did not see depression in her tone or appearance.
On the contrary, she is a very driven and ideal aunt.
"Why? Because it's very beautiful here. Don't you think Wuyuan is beautiful?"
"Of course, this is also the reason why I come here."
She looked at Chen Xingyi's equipment and said:
"If I were as rich as you, I could rent a house to live here and eat good food every day. But it's a pity that I don't have it, so I can only build my own house. Maybe in a week I can
Live here."
At this time Xu Yuan came over, nodded to Aunt Zhang, and said to Chen Xing: "The meal is ready, shall we go?"
Chen Xing hummed and said, "Then let's talk next time."
She smiled and started to build the roof of the castle using tools that Chen Xing knew nothing about.
Xu Yuan pulled Chen Xing and said: "She really has a problem. I still remember when she first came here, someone from our village asked her if she needed help or something. She scolded her back and almost took action."<
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"Then what?"
"When you see people in our village approaching, you curse them. If you don't go see her, it won't affect us. She is still a woman living alone. We would have called the police a long time ago."
"Well, you haven't really done anything."
Xu Yuan said with a smile: "There are many people in our village, so how could they be bullied by outsiders? She just scolded her, and if she dared to do anything, she wouldn't be able to live here anymore."
"That too."
The group went down the mountain.
The time to prepare the meal was very short, but in such a short time they also prepared a large table of dishes. The table was placed in the living room. As soon as Chen Xing entered the courtyard, he smelled the pungent smell of chili peppers.
But when Chen Xing saw the dishes, he knew they were definitely holding back.
It is also possible that the taste of Xu Yuan's family is not as strong as Chen Xing imagined. Anyway, it just smelled spicy and tasted okay. After the meal, Chen Xing only sweated a little.
After dinner, Xu Yuan will take his daughter back to the county. He has not been in his hometown for long and has many things to do.
He asked Chen Xing if he wanted to go back together.
Chen Xing shook his head and said: "Isn't there a very famous ancient town in front of you? I'll take a walk in your village first, and just stay in the ancient town over there at night. You don't need to worry about me, just go about your business." p>
"Then Guangfeng and the others said they would have dinner together tonight?"
"Another day, another day."
Barbecue is delicious, but you can’t eat it every day.
Chen Xing was used to traveling alone. After saying goodbye to Xu Yuan, an acquaintance, he didn't feel lonely alone in this village.
He wants to see the tea mountains here.
Tea has been the pillar industry of Jiangxi since ancient times. From a thousand years ago to a hundred years ago, Jiangxi was second to none among the Chinese provinces just relying on locally produced tea and Jingde porcelain. Regardless of the current GPD, but looking back
For hundreds of years, several surrounding provinces had to call him Big Brother.
It’s just that it has declined in modern times.
The production technology of porcelain has been stolen by foreigners, and tea cannot be sold at a high price for some unknown reason. In addition, with today's transportation being so developed, none of the best economic development routes pass through Jiangxi, so...
Gradual decline is also natural.
There are mountains on both sides of the village. The mountain near Xu Yuan's house is smaller, but the mountain on the other side is bigger.
Chen Xing still walked the same path they had walked before, but this time he did not plan to stop halfway up the mountain. Instead, he walked up to see what scenery there would be on the mountain, and what he could see when looking down from the top.
Wuyuan.
Climb high and look far, with a wide field of vision, and you can also take good photos.
At this time, the photographer will run around just like the fisherman, but the ultimate goal of the fisherman is to catch a fish, and the ultimate goal of the photographer is to take a commendable photo.
Or, sometimes you don’t need to be praised, just like it.
You will encounter some mist as you go up, but it will also feel cooler.
The road was difficult to walk, but after all, Chen Xing was a person who had received professional mountaineering training and knew how to best maintain his physical strength when going up the mountain, so he didn't spend too much time walking to the location where the villagers planted tea trees.
Jiangxi is still hot in August, and many plants are yellow after being exposed to the sun. However, this tea mountain has the yellow color of autumn. Although most of them are still green, there are scattered bright yellows.
Extraordinarily eye-catching.
The sun was not very suitable, but Chen Xing still lowered the camera to take a photo.
When he got close to the fresh tea leaves, it smelled of a peaceful aroma. He picked a clean leaf and put it in his mouth, feeling the aroma in his mouth while walking towards a higher angle.
You have to take a panoramic shot.
There is a 21mm wide-angle lens in his backpack, and he wants to take pictures of the people from the tea mountain to the people at the foot of the mountain.
Although there is some fog in the mountains, as long as the composition is good and a little fog does not affect it, if the tolerance of a camera worth tens of thousands of dollars cannot solve these problems in the later stage, then Chen Xing may have to change to a different camera. p>
