When the girl saw that Chen Xing really didn't mind, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Xing took the initiative to ask for the video to watch.
The play volume is pretty good, with more than 700,000 views.
Sometimes the travel videos he posts are not played so much.
He suddenly smiled and returned the phone to the girl: "I thought I was no longer popular on Bizhan. Now it seems that they have blocked me. I said why can't I view videos like this recently?"
"You still think about yourself?"
"They're not making fun of me, nor are they spreading rumors. It's actually pretty good just like that."
He is not like many celebrities who have their own personality and are always afraid of collapse. He just has a bit of idol baggage and likes to show his best self in front of the camera, but he is not hiding it.
Even if his previous life is exposed, he can still live a happy life.
Who has ever seen an artist being criticized and criticized because of problems in his private life?
Chen Xing looked at the clothes the girl was wearing today and liked it very much. He said with a smile: "I have met many Chinese people in the past few days. They all dress in island country clothes as the Romans do. You really make my eyes shine today.
Very nice outfit.”
Zheng Tao covered her mouth and chuckled in an old-fashioned way: "Thank you~ I'm so lucky to meet you here. At the beginning, I didn't dare to recognize you."
She wasn't Chen Xing's biggest fan before, but now she is.
What a warm smile.
"May I have your name?"
"Zheng Tao, Zheng Chenggong's Zheng, Peach Blossom's peach." She said quickly.
Chen Xing looked at the time and said, "I'm going to the museum, will you come with me?"
"Okay." Zheng Tao nodded repeatedly.
Chen Xing paid the bill and the two of them went out together.
Zheng Tao is not short either, definitely over 1.7 meters tall, which is taller than some men from island countries. Two handsome men and women wearing Chinese costumes are walking on the street, and their attention is 100%.
Chen Xing smiled as he dealt with a street photographer who was taking pictures of him, and then asked Zheng Tao next to him: "Does this count as promoting Chinese culture?"
"of course."
Chen Xing saw that Zheng Tao's expression did not become embarrassed because of the attention, and asked: "Do you often encounter situations like this..." He gestured to the people around him who were watching them.
"I have often worn Hanfu to go out since I was 18 years old, and I have long been used to it," Zheng Tao said.
She recalled what happened a few years ago and said to Chen Xing: "I remember that some people scolded me for forgetting my roots and wearing the clothes of an island countryman. Haha, I was only 19 years old at that time. I was scolded so much that I didn't know what to say. I just cried.
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"What if you meet now?"
"Then I will definitely respond loudly." She waved her right hand, as if she was standing in front of the aunt who scolded him at the beginning, "I don't know who is forgetting his roots. I don't even know the clothes of my ancestors, but I only know the clothes of the island country. It's shameful!"
The words were normal, and coupled with her optimistic expression, it also made Chen Xing happy.
At this time, neither of them knew that their street photos would quickly become a hot search topic in the island country, second only to their discussion of the movie "Oppenheimer".
"Walking in Kyoto in big country costumes, bullying local maikos for their appearance!"
In one photo, a group of maikos were walking on the road the two were walking. The difference in appearance was really obvious.
Maiko in the island country is still a relatively special traditional profession. Traveling is very cumbersome. Chen Xing doesn't know the details. Anyway, there will be a lot of people following him.
Chen Xing originally thought that people in the island country would boycott Hanfu, just like people in China look down on people wearing kimono on the streets.
But he was wrong. Wearing this outfit was quite popular.
This made his pace slow down a lot.
He doesn't know much Japanese, but the compliments he hears along the way do not require translation.
"Zheng Tao, do you speak Japanese?"
"Ah? No, I'm just here for a trip. I'll be back in a few days."
Chen Xing sighed and said: "This should be a bit regretful. It would be nice if I could know what they are talking about."
He has always been good at observing words and emotions, and he can tell that the people around him have good things to say, but they just don't understand them.
No matter how slow we walked, we arrived at the Kyoto Museum in more than half an hour.
The history of the Kyoto Museum is not very long. It was built at the end of the 19th century and is a French Renaissance style museum. This can be seen from the entrance and has almost no oriental features.
Chen Xing found a guest card from his bag and hung it around his neck. He nodded to the security guard guarding the door and went in.
He didn't explain who Zheng Tao was, and the security guard didn't ask. She just followed Chen Xing in with a swagger, her expression was very natural, but when she passed by the security guard, she immediately broke the news and said cheerfully:
"Have you really come in?"
"Of course, you think." He didn't care.
In fact, Chen Xing didn't have much background, mainly because of the language barrier. He deleted the contact information of the girl from the island country at the beginning, otherwise it would be good to call her as a translator for a few days this time.
But most of the time we can bring people in.
I am the only photographer who opened a solo museum in Kyoto this year.
Zheng Tao was also very happy. She was not as solemn as her clothes. She took photos everywhere with her mobile phone and said lively: "You said I just wanted to go to the hotel when it is open. How come I have to go through the back door?"
It also saves money on tickets.
Chen Xing thought it was a casual thing and didn't care, but soon he felt lucky that he had brought a beautiful woman into this place.
The Kyoto Museum has two doors. The main entrance is open to tourists. Those who come to visit, whether individual visitors or groups, walk in through the main entrance. The other door is for staff related to the art festival... and
Some go through the back door.
Entering from the south gate is a large Japanese garden.
The road is paved with small round stones, and the green grass is lush on the roadside. Some water plants are kept in stone jars, and they are blooming beautifully. The sound of water flowing from somewhere brings a deep feeling to this garden.
But looking far away, the cherry blossoms on the trees are also blooming.
The petals fall on the grass and in the water tank, and a strong beauty of atmosphere and environment is ready to be felt.
Things mourn.
This is an art topic that cannot be avoided in the island country. There are so many articles on this style that even a library cannot collect them in the island country. But if I have to express it in a short sentence, it should be the Chinese idiom "touching the scene to create emotion"
Seeing such a scene, the creator's mind was cleansed, and a feeling of transparency appeared in his heart.
The style of Wu Ai has become.
However, if foreigners want to complete such works of art, they can only imitate them. To be authentic, they must accept local ideas for a long time and read more local literary works.
Just like Chinese traditional painting, it’s really not good at painting without some cultural influence.
However, Chen Xing didn't want to imitate it. He felt that the picture was beautiful, clean, and the light was beautiful. He happened to bring an excellent model with him. Wouldn't it be a pity not to take some photos?
