travel starts with photography

Chapter 37 Today is a good day, guests come to Miao Village

Yang Xiu frequently looked at Chen Xing's camera.

She is no longer a ten-year-old child, and what she likes is not the jumping rubber bands and catching grasshoppers that children in the village like. What she likes are new things, such as exploring this temple that she has never been to, or that Brother Chen Xing has been A camera with you.

Before she looked at the photo that brother Chen Xing took of herself, at the age of 14, she never felt that she was so good-looking.

"Can I... can I see your camera?"

Yang Xiu asked in a low voice behind Chen Xing, she was being led by Chen Xing on the mountain road.

Chen Xing stopped, pointed at the camera and said, "This?"

"Yeah." She nodded vigorously.

He hesitated for a moment.

For a photographer, the only things he can't borrow are his camera and his wife.

But I also thought that Yang Xiu was by my side and couldn't run away, and if I played with her, it would only wear out the shutter, and it was fine not to let her change the parameters randomly, so I took the camera off and hung it on her neck, said:

"Don't take it off, you know?"

"it is good!"

Chen Xing taught her how to take pictures: "This is the shutter, and this is the viewfinder. Just look at the viewfinder and press the shutter if you want to take a picture. Press lightly. Don't press other things. It will be difficult for me to adjust."

"I see."

Yang Xiu licked her lips, ready to find something to take her first photo.

Looking at Chen Xing's selfie, she thought that no matter who was photographed by this camera, it would be good-looking.

Chen Xing is still teaching her some basic knowledge of photography.

Foreground, details, and depth of field are all advanced. Now Yang Xiu's foundation is too poor to meet the prerequisites for learning this part.

"You have to remember to make the subject of the photo stand out, don't put the thing you want to shoot on the edge of the screen, and secondly, the brightness should be normal... Forget it, I adjusted it just now, don't worry about it. Then the photo should be clear and not blurry... ..."

Yang Xiu tried to take a picture of the mountain, she thought it looked good, and asked Chen Xing to help adjust the photo.

"Do you think it looks good!"

She asked Chen Xing excitedly, the silver hat on her head rattled.

Chen Xing glanced at it, but said nothing, and taught her how to order the next one.

Most of the photos he took in the past two days are stored in the computer, but the mountains, Dai villages, Miao villages, and temples he took in the morning are still there.

"Wow!"

Yang Xiu started to exclaim, she suddenly felt that the great monk just now was also very handsome.

"Wow!!! This house is so beautiful!"

"Are these little uncle and aunt? They're so pretty!"

"Wow! Is this the river below? How did it take such a good picture?"

"Wow, our fields are so beautiful!"

Yang Xiu may not have the ability to look at photos from a professional perspective, but as an ordinary person, she thinks that every photo Chen Xing took is extraordinarily beautiful, especially the photo of their Miao family's terraced fields, which is absolutely amazing .

Taken by myself for comparison.

Ah, what did I shoot, I deleted it!

How to delete?
Chen Xing raised his head slightly so that Yang Xiu could not see his proud face.

It hasn’t been long since he became a professional photographer, and not many people have praised his work. Now there is such a cute little loli next to you who is constantly wow-wow-wow at your work. This kind of pride should not be Who can resist.

It's as proud as if you played the game well and killed the full blood robbery with the residual blood robbery in front of countless people.

"Brother Chen Xing, teach me, please!"

It was almost time for the wedding banquet, Chen Xing took back the camera from her neck, and said, "Okay, when I take pictures for your little aunt and the others later, you just watch."

Even tens of meters away, both of them could already feel the warm atmosphere of the wedding banquet.

The suona sound had stopped, and now it was the neat sound of drumming.

The two walked into the gate and saw that the tables had been set up in the middle, with some candy melon seeds on them. The sound of drumming came from the room, which was the place where Chen Xing heard someone playing the suona. It seemed that it was the same place. band.

Then, he noticed five or six beauties of the Miao nationality wearing Miao costumes and decorated with horns on their heads dancing to the sound of drums.

The dancing is not graceful, it is more a ceremony of celebration than a dance.

All the dancers wore a lot of silver ornaments and colorful skirts. When they danced, the silver ornaments rattled, like simple and heavy wind chimes. The skirts unfolded like flowers when they turned around. bright.

The other people onlookers used the sound of ha, ho to accompany it.

It's also quite listenable.

Click.

This is the voice of Chen Xing taking pictures.

After a while the drums stopped, other instruments began to play, and the lead dancers began to sing.

Of course, Chen Xing didn't understand the lyrics.

He touched Yang Xiu who was eating melon seeds with his arm, and asked, "What are they singing?"

"This is a song to welcome guests." She spit out the melon seed shell and sang along with them in Chinese beside Chen Xing:

"Everyone, come and listen to my sister's singing. The sun is shining on the hillside, and my sister's heart is warm. Let's sing together. Today is a good day. The guests come to the Miaojiazhai. Come! The reeds are blowing, the wine is singing, and the Miaojia wine cup Hold it up, let's sing and dance together today to celebrate this good day..."

At this time, many people raised their glasses, shouted something, and drank one after another.

Chen Xing also smiled.

Living in such an environment should be quite good, although it is just a cottage, but the culture is very rich.

Han culture has never been called traditional culture. Confucianism has passed on Han people for thousands of years, but the inheritance has advantages and disadvantages. For example, it is impossible for many traditional girls to have the ancient spirit of Yang Xiu in their teens. Ghosts, or Song Shulan's daring to love and hate.

Moreover, the rituals and music in the current society have collapsed, and it is estimated that only in such mountains can one find the simplicity of the past.

When Chen Xing saw something, his smile restrained slightly.

"Axiu, is there any place where you can exchange money?"

Yang Xiu knew what Chen Xing wanted to do when she heard about the money exchange. She looked at the small table where the gift money was collected at the wedding, and she took Chen Xing's hand and said, "I'll take you to the commissary."

They went down the mountain along Qingshi Road again, and the two arrived at the entrance of the village.

There is a wooden building with a facade in front. After entering, you can see a lot of snacks, stationery, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Yang Xiu shouted: "Madam Wang."

A 40-year-old woman came out from the side door. Seeing Yang Xiu, she smiled and said, "Xiuer, what do you want?"

Chen Xing said: "I want to change some money, is your name Wang Rong?"

"you know me?"

Chen Xing shook his head and said, "When I entered the village, a master from Huaping told me that his sister was Wang Rong, who opened a grocery store in this village."

Wang Rong also warmed up to Chen Xing, and said, "That's my little brother, what do you want for money?"

Chen Xing successfully exchanged 600 yuan in cash here.

Originally, he wanted to catch up to [-] yuan, but a canteen really didn’t have that many hundred yuan bills, and the scattered ones were not easy to put in red envelopes, so he could only give [-] yuan, but Yang Xiu said that was too much Yes, the red envelopes in the stockade are generally about two hundred, and there are also chickens and ducks to celebrate the ceremony.

(End of this chapter)