travel starts with photography

Chapter 31 Hospitality
Song Xingwen ran to the side to make a phone call, looking very excited.

Chen Xing stroked his chin with his right hand and said, "It seems that he really doesn't know, but their family names are pretty good, Song Xingwen, Song Shulan."

Hou Tong said: "There is a reason, but it's best not to ask in front of them."

If there is a reason, you should tell me about it, otherwise it would be better not to say anything at all.

A few minutes later, Song Xingwen came over after making the phone call, and seemed to have calmed down.He first asked about his sister's performance in school. Principal Zhang gave an ambiguous answer, and he didn't say whether Song Shulan's grades were good or not.

Then Song Xingwen asked Chen Xing how his sister was doing now.

Chen Xing recalled Song Shulan's appearance during the two days when she saw her, and said with a smile, "It's pretty good, she's a very optimistic girl."

"That way I can rest assured. She has never been in contact with social affairs since she was a child. I am still very worried when I hear that she is working outside." Song Xingwen said, and then he glanced at the wall painting that was about to be finished, and said, "Let's draw tomorrow. I'll take you to my house first."

Zhang Guimei seemed worried when she thought about Song Shulan, while Chen Xing admired the surrounding scenery all the way.

This place does not look like a remote village at all. The combined population of the two races can even be called a small town.

But a large population does not mean that you are rich.

If you remove the few modern facilities around, then this place is no different from hundreds of years ago.

Song Xingwen introduced his hometown to them all the way, such as how pure the river is, there is a beautiful waterfall a few meters upstream, every family can dance, and handicrafts are sold well outside.

Chen Xing said: "It's beautiful. You stayed in your hometown after graduation to build it?"

"It can't be called construction. I went to university in Yunyi. I studied many scenic spots in China for several years, but I really feel that many scenic spots are not as good as our village. So when I came back from graduation last year, I was also thinking How to promote this place and see if it can attract some tourists.”

Hou Tong frowned and said, "Is this your idea? You should come to me."

He is not from the local area, and he came here to be the village chief just to help this backward place enter into a well-off society.

Over the past few years, he has promoted the handicrafts of Chunman Water Village to the surrounding areas. Many families have benefited from this and added many household appliances to their homes.

Now there is a young college student who wants to engage in tourism when he returns home, but he doesn't know anything about it.

Do you still take him as a village cadre seriously?
"I'm sorry, Uncle Hou, I haven't thought of any good solution. Now I just help paint a little wall painting to make this place look more beautiful. If I find a way, I will definitely find you first. Look."

His finger points into the distance.

Chen Xing saw his works on many houses, but they were not the large wall paintings that Song Xingwen painted just now, but some colorful decorations, which made the plain Dai houses a little more gorgeous, and more like Chen Xing Unexplainable exotic customs.

Well, anyway, it is quite suitable for shooting.

Chen Xing now found out that the previously rewarded photography talent has been strengthened, and the enhancement lies in his photographing of architecture.

I used to shoot food by myself, and the portraits were very good, but now the level of shooting architecture has skyrocketed, so that people who see the photos can easily grasp the key points in the photos that Chen Xing wants them to see.

Chen Xing flipped through the photos he took just now, and thought.

The system says that architecture is a book, and it is true. Architects wrote this book. What Song Xingwen did was to add annotations to this book, so that readers like Chen Xing can better understand how to appreciate the beauty of the Dai nationality.

Who would say no to a beautiful house?
A few minutes later, Song Xingwen stopped in front of a bamboo house, and found a key somewhere at the door.

"My mother is in the field and will be back soon," he said as he opened the door.

"I'm back already!"

A 50-year-old woman rushed over, speaking a strong dialect. She was barefoot and wore a cloth cap on her head. She came over to look at a few people, and before her son could introduce her, she said, "Shu Lan The school teacher?"

"Hi, I'm Song Shulan's teacher."

"My baby doesn't go to school, and I can't live without people at home."

Zhang Guimei waited for her to finish, sighed and shook her head and said, "But Song Shulan is only in her teens, you don't let her go to high school and take college entrance exams, what do you want her to do?"

She was also angry in her heart. Before she came here, she knew what kind of situation these two students were facing, but she prevented them from going to college. Didn't this deny others' life of the previous ten years?
Girls in the mountains have no way out. If they don’t study or take college entrance examinations, they can only marry early, and they will be trapped in the mountains all their lives, without independent personality and freedom.

She was very angry, angry that the students she gave her life to teach still couldn't escape such a fate.

So no matter how difficult the mountain road here is, she still has to take a look.

It's not that she wants to see the students. She knows her students very well, and she treats each of them as her daughter. She just wants to see the parents.

"There is nothing we can do. I am not in good health. Sometimes I need someone to take care of me when I am sick. The food grown at home also needs someone to take care of me..."

Song Xingwen interjected: "I can do all these things, I have already said that, right? You also said that Shu Lan should continue to study and go to university, but why did you send him outside to work?"

The mother ignored her son and called a few people into the house.

"Guests come in first, are you two teachers at the school?"

Her eyes lingered on Chen Xing for a while, as if she was thinking about why the teacher in the school is so young. This boy looks younger than her own daughter, so he can also be a teacher?

Chen Xing shook his head and said, "I'm not, I just came over to take a look and take pictures."

"Oh, come in first, come in first."

The mother didn't see Teacher Zhang's displeasure at all, and brought a few people into the house.

Chen Xing finally saw what the inside of the Dai people's house looked like.

Go upstairs along the stairs outside the room. Once you enter the room, you will find a large living room in front of you. There is a wooden sofa with pillows on it. There is a thick color TV opposite the sofa. It looks old. .

As for computers, air conditioners and so on, of course they don't have any.

It is estimated that it will not be used.

There are some kitchen utensils on the right side, and there is also a gold-plated Buddha statue on one side against the wall.

The house is partitioned with wooden boards along the center line, and the inside should be the bedroom.

Mother politely invited a few people to sit down, with a simple smile on her face, not at all like the villain Chen Xing imagined.

Song Xingwen sat down and stood up again, and said, "My girl has to go to college. Mom, please listen to me. She can pass the exam, and the tuition fee is also provided with a stipend. You are not good for her future."

Chen Xing sat silently.

He is a spectator.

He feels sorry for Song Shulan's situation, and understands Song Xingwen and Teacher Zhang's thoughts, but he still doesn't understand why the seemingly reasonable mother would send her daughter who is in the second year of high school and has the hope of going to college to work.

(End of this chapter)