The Peach Blossom Village of the Cat Boss

Chapter 32
On the side, the little assistant tugged at Xia Bing's sleeve, wanting to take a selfie with her.

Xia Bing slightly turned his head in the direction of the little assistant, very peaceful.

"Director Wang!"

Wang Tianyang didn't know what happened on the bullock cart.

He only heard someone calling himself, and he looked back blankly.

Click!

The little assistant seized the opportunity and immediately pressed the camera button!

This scene has been frozen forever.

The grinning little assistant on the bullock cart, the big star Xia Bing with a quiet and gentle smile, and Wang Tianyang dressed as a farmer and leading a cow.

Surrounded by endless fields, there are green hills and sunset dotted in the distance.

Under the feet, there are green grass buds, full of the breath of nature.

They were covered in mud spots, but everyone seemed to be at ease without any discomfort.

Although they are physically tired, but for some reason, they are all very energetic, and their eyes look bright.

"Sister Bingbing, look, this shot is really good!"

After the filming, the little assistant held the phone in front of Xia Bing and yelled.

The two of them put their heads together, zoomed in on the picture from time to time, and carefully studied every detail of the picture.

"It was really well shot."

Wang Tianyang glanced back, and found that the assistant's casual slap was full of sense of story.

Everyone in the photos looks very lively, and the atmosphere is laid-back and harmonious.

"How about it, do you still need P?"

The little assistant said to Xia Bing:

"I feel that it will be distorted if it is P, the original picture is better, sister, you are too beautiful!"

As he spoke, he sighed to himself.

Xia Bing looked at it carefully and liked the photo very much.

It's not that she hasn't shot magazine covers with top photographers before, and she has also produced some good films.

But none of them could make her like it so much.

Even when she saw it herself, she felt that she was very temperamental, as if she had a touch of natural ancient charm on her body.

"No need for P, send it to me yourself, remember to send the original picture."

Xia Bing smiled thoughtfully.

Before taking pictures, she dressed very delicately and stylishly, and her makeup was very exaggerated.

Under the guidance of the photographer, she usually puts on a defiant, queen-like look.

This is the so-called high-level sense.

In all fairness, those photos aren't bad.

But Xia Bing always felt that something was missing.

Only now did she suddenly realize that the missing thing is called the soul.

After doing the farm work herself, she is still immersed in the state of doing farm work. This kind of realism cannot be acted out anyway.

Among other things, these mud spots on her clothes are already full of stories!
The little assistant slapped her hand casually, expressing all the feelings in her heart.

She could even see that crazy girl running around with bare feet when she was a child through her own eyes!

This is what Director Wang said, the characteristics that the environment bestows on people?

Xia Bing felt that he had realized something.

This most natural and real feeling really needs to be integrated into the countryside in order to be stimulated.

Wang Tianyang didn't know what she was thinking about.

The paddy field is not too far from Taohua Village, about ten minutes' walk away.

As soon as he entered the village, Wang Tianyang saw his hut from a distance.

The chimney on the roof is emitting smoke, presumably the old lady is busy in the kitchen.

This scene really reminds me of a poem.
"Warm and warm in Yuanren Village, smoke in Yiyi Ruins!"

Er, how did you read it?

No wonder, today's life is so comfortable that he gets carried away for a while.

Wang Tianyang was a little embarrassed, and looked back at Xia Bing and the little assistant.

The two were opening their mouths wide, looking at him in surprise.

Everyone has read the book, and the level of appreciation is still somewhat.

What's more, this poem read by Wang Tianyang is still a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages.

"Director Wang, you can write this poem well! It's very artistic!"

Xia Bing was surprised for a moment, and admired from the bottom of his heart.

"It's very similar to the poem in your first video. What's that poem?"

The little assistant Liu Jun opened the short video to find it, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised:

"By the way, this is it! After living in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature!"

"This poem is also very good!"

Wang Tianyang couldn't laugh or cry.

Can these two sentences taste alike?It's all from the same poem after all!

These are the first articles of Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden!
He almost forgot that the world now is very different from the world in his memory.

Tao Yuanming, a famous master through the ages, has never appeared before.

Xia Bing and the others thought they wrote these poems by themselves!
This misunderstanding is huge.

"Actually, I didn't write these poems."

After Wang Tianyang said something, he couldn't explain anymore.

He can't say that the world now is not the world before him!

"Who else could have written it if it wasn't you? I can't even find it online!"

The little assistant looked at him suspiciously while fiddling with the phone.

"Forehead"

Wang Tianyang really didn't know how to explain himself, he hesitated for a long time:
"Just treat it as my dream!"

Maybe the previous world was really just his dream?

Which is true and which is false, who can tell clearly.

This excuse made Wang Tianyang relieved.

He suddenly felt that no matter whether these verses in his memory were his dreams or not, he could not let these cultural treasures with Chinese characteristics be buried in a corner that no one knew and completely forgotten.

"Dream? Real or fake!"

The little assistant Liu Jun suddenly started bluffing.

The well-informed Xia Bing fell into deep thought:
"These few lines of poetry do not sound complete."

Wang Tianyang nodded:

"That is indeed the case. The name of this poem is Guiyuan Tianju."

After figuring it out, he stopped being shy and began to recite it openly.

"There is no suitable rhyme for vulgarity, and sex is love for hills and mountains.

Fall into the dust net by mistake, and go for 30 years.

The bird loves the old forest, the pond fish thinks about the old forest.

Open up wasteland and return to the garden field.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses.

The eaves of elm and willow shade, in front of Taoli Luotang.

In the village of Yuanyuan, the smoke is in Yiyixuli.

In the deep alley of dog barking, cock crowing and mulberry tree bumping.

There is no dust in the household yard and leisure in the empty room.

After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature. "

The short ten-line poem seems to have been deeply burned into Wang Tianyang's mind.

He has completely forgotten many of the texts he recited in high school, but Tao Yuanming's poems are always vivid in his memory, which he will never forget for a long time.

This, perhaps, is the so-called "sex-based love hills".

Wang Tianyang couldn't help laughing. It turned out that his longing for rural life had already taken shape a long time ago, but he didn't understand it at that time.

I just feel that Tao Yuanming's poems have a special artistic conception when he reads them, which makes him very fond of them.

It was only now that he suddenly realized.

Sure enough, a person's nature will not change no matter what.

People who love the countryside will return to the countryside one day.

(End of this chapter)