I have been traveling around the world since I was a kid, and I think I have seen beautiful women.
But when I saw this girl in front of me wearing her own national costume, a Hani cloth hat, and silver jewelry, I couldn't help but be shocked.
The girl is about 20 years old. Needless to say, she is beautiful. The most important thing is that she gives people a sense of purity that is not stained by the fireworks of the world.
Especially those big round eyes, as clean as a pool of spring water.
Mr. Hong, who has been traveling among flowers for many years, now feels like he is in another world.
He stared at the Hani girl in front of him, but his words were directed at me.
"I only have two tears in my life, half for common people and half for beauty. Little Liuye, I am in love..."
My eyes were also looking at this girl, and I responded to Mr. Hong in a low voice:
"You are always in love, everyone is used to it!"
Mr. Hong shook his head, his eyes still staring straight.
"No, it's different this time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards the girl with rapid strides.
As soon as he arrived, Mr. Hong said directly:
"you are so Beautiful!"
Every time Mr. Hong praises a woman, he does it more or less in a certain way.
But this time it was different, direct and sincere.
The girl was very generous. She smiled brightly, revealing her white little tiger teeth.
"Are you in the sixth grade?"
The girl asked tentatively.
Mr. Hong did not deny it, but asked:
"If you want me to be, I am. If you don't want me to be, I am not!"
In one sentence, the girl who said it was completely confused.
Her big pure eyes looked at Mr. Hong with confusion, and said timidly:
"I don't know if you are, but Apo asked me to pick up a person named Chu Liu..."
Apo means grandpa in Hani language.
Mr. Hong then turned to look at me. I walked up to the girl, nodded to the girl, and said:
"I am in the sixth grade of junior high school, please lead the way!"
The girl nodded at me, turned around and walked towards the village.
Mr. Hong followed the girl. He was looking for something to say and asking questions all the way.
The girl's name was given by her aunt, Hu Yan.
Her surname is not Hu, but her aunt's name often contains the character "Hu".
The Hani people also regard swallows as sacred objects, representing angels and elves.
Hu Yan was not afraid of strangers, and she had a great time chatting with Mr. Hong.
She kept asking Mr. Hong what the outside world was like.
For her, the farthest place she has ever been is Dali City at the foot of the mountain, and she has only been there two or three times.
The rest, she just heard from others.
While talking, Hu Yan took us to a large mushroom house.
This is a three-story building that looks like a mushroom.
There are dense forests all around, and there is a large open space in front of the house.
There are many tables and chairs placed in the open space, except for some Hani people wearing national costumes.
Duan Wuliu and Duanyansan were also sitting nearby, with many bodyguards standing behind them.
Opposite was an old man, smiling and talking to the two of them.
Before he could reach him, Hu Yan shouted happily to the old man:
"Apo, Apo, the guests are here..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man and the people around him immediately stood up and walked towards us.
As soon as he arrived, a person next to him immediately handed the old man a bowl of rice wine.
Passing the fragrant rice wine to me, the old man smiled and said:
"Welcome distinguished guests to our home. Let this bowl of rice wine wash away the fatigue of this journey..."
I hurriedly took the wine bowl. The wine bowl was not deep, about one ounce or so.
Holding the wine bowl, I said a few polite words.
He covered his face with one hand and drank the wine in the bowl directly.
After eating three more slices of bacon, the old man turned around, pointed in the direction of One Eye Three, and said enthusiastically:
"Your friends are also our distinguished guests. They told me that you are going to hold a card game here. It is also an honor for us to help you provide the venue. Invite me..."
I always thought that this village had some special relationship with One-Eyed Three.
Looking at it now, I was completely over-worrying.
The Hani people are hospitable, and One Eye San knew this early on, so he decided to hold the card game here.
I walked over, looked in the direction behind me with one eye and three squinting eyes, and asked:
"Where's my wife?"
He is quite fond of Huang Ze.
I looked behind him and asked:
"Where's Boss Zheng?"
One Eye Three turned around and pointed in the direction behind the mushroom house, where several cars were parked.
"In the car!"
I motioned to the mute and asked him to go over and check first.
Soon, the mute walked to the car, looked inside, and nodded at me.
I pointed in the direction of the intersection and said:
"Huang Ze is also in the car, you can ask someone to confirm!"
One Eyed Three actually believed me. He sat on the wooden chair and said without raising his head:
"I think you, the majestic Thousand Kings of Kanto, would not lie to me about this kind of thing. Tell me, what are we betting on?"
I looked back at the village chief and asked:
"Do you have any playing cards here?"
The village chief thought for a moment and then took out a deck of playing cards and a deck of mahjong.
It's just that I don't know how many times I've played these two cards, and the four sides of the poker have turned black.
When you hold it in your hand, it feels sticky.
Mahjong is a very small jade mahjong.
Because it was too long, there are various black marks on it.
The village chief seemed a little embarrassed and said apologetically:
"There are very few people playing in the village. There are only these two. Can you see if they can be used?"