travel starts with photography

Chapter 42 Traveling is really fun
The lunch was made by Tan Xiangdie. Two crucian carps were also caught in the rice fields, both weighing more than a catty, one in stewed soup and one in cold salad.

The meat of Miaojia's rice flower fish is really tender, but because Chen Xing is afraid of thorns, he only ate the belly of crucian carp in cold salad, and he ate it very slowly. He couldn't help complaining why crucian carp had thorns. It would be great if it was meat.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xing was about to leave.

Pang Yuan directly drove Chen Xing back to Huaping by motorbike, not going to the town, so it was another two hours' drive.

If you leave late, you won't be able to catch up with the meal there.

Tan Xiangdie was carrying a small pottery pot for Chen Xing to take with her. It looked like a small jug for two or three catties of wine. Inside were a few pickled fish from the Miao family, which she had brought from her natal family.Pang Yuan sat on his motorcycle, smoking while waiting for Chen Xing to get on the car.

Song Xingwen also came, he came empty-handed, he was a little embarrassed when he saw the small pot in Chen Xing's hand, Xin Dao would have brought some special products if he had known earlier.

Chen Xing said to him: "Let's go, goodbye."

"Well, remember that I sent the video to me with one click and three times."

As Chen Xing had more and more fans on station B, Song Xingwen was also brought into this pit by him, and he gave up the ineffective way of live broadcasting.

Originally, it is true that painting walls takes two or three days, who has the leisure to watch your live broadcast all the time?
When making a video, it can be edited and accelerated, so that the essence of the two-day painting time can be cut out and integrated into a short video of a few minutes, so that the audience will be wider and fans will be more.

Only in this way can the purpose of publicity be achieved.

Chen Xing was not good at expressing opinions, so he could only give Song Xingwen a little verbal support and cheer.

He himself does not want the environment here to be destroyed by tourists, but who can tell what will happen in the future?If Song Xingwen could really strike a balance between revitalizing the countryside and protecting the ecology, wouldn't Chen Xing be like those stubborn old people in the village?

"One button for three times?" Chen Xing smiled, stepped on the back seat of the motorcycle, and said, "Next time."

The motorcycle roared and drove towards the mountain road ahead.

Song Xingwen smiled and scolded Chen Xing a few words, but he still waved at the motorcycle that was getting further and further away like the people around him.

The figure behind was getting smaller and smaller, and the beautiful Miao Village was no longer visible. Even the wooden house on the top of the mountain disappeared into the mountain after turning a corner with the motorcycle.

Chen Xing's mood suddenly became a little complicated, and he pursed his lips and let out a sigh.

I said I would come back here to take a look if I have time, but it is not certain when I will be free. Maybe it will already be a scenic spot when I come here next time. Like Lijiang Ancient Town, it is full of people everywhere.

He found himself still a little selfish.

When I encountered such a beautiful scenic spot, I just wanted it to continue to be beautiful, and I didn't want more people to know about it.

Sometimes the beauty of Chunman Water Village has nothing to do with insects or mysteries. What attracts Chen Xing’s attention is the quaint houses on stilts at the foot of the mountain, the silver ornaments on the heads of the children of the Miao family, and the fragrant bamboo rice in the Dai people. The oriental charm of the two thousand-year-old villages.

Traveling is so much fun.

Chen Xing didn't speak, and Pang Yuan wasn't the talkative character either. The two of them were silent for a long time, and finally Chen Xing asked first: "I saw Yang Xiu just now, why didn't I see anyone this afternoon? Have you taken a nap?"

"Who here takes a nap, that girl skipped school in the morning, and now her mother probably found out and sent her to school."

Only then did Chen Xing remember that today is Monday and the school starts.

After leaving school for such a long time, Chen Xing has already forgotten the role of the week, and remembers the day like the month and day.

The two chatted, and soon reached the 'bridge', or bridge, that made Chen Xing give up.

Pang Yuan didn't hesitate at all, the motorcycle slowed down a little, turned a corner and drove straight up.Chen Xing was so frightened that he didn't dare to move or speak, and he didn't speak until the motorcycle had completely crossed the river.

"Fuck!"

"Haha, it's a bit scary, but we're all used to it."

Chen Xing was terrified, and his face gradually recovered from the paleness just now: "It's really dangerous. It's better for you to lay a few wooden boards on it than to come here directly. What if you fall down?"

Pang Yuan agreed with what Chen Xing said and nodded.

After a while, he said: "Before the bridge was knocked on, we didn't know who did it. We were afraid that someone would blow it up. What should we do? Now we can only use these two beams and wait until next year. The new county road plan will pass through our village, and there will be a better bridge by then."

"That's okay." Chen Xing said, "It will be much more convenient for you to go in and out of the city."

"Yes, maybe the car can drive directly to the village."

Pang Yuan looked forward to it. He told Chen Xing that the ancient road here was not on this river, but from the mountains. That road was one of the trails that used to connect Sichuan Province and southern Yunnan. Many people didn’t want to go. The shopkeepers on the avenue like to walk this kind of mountain road, which makes their village gradually prosper.

"Isn't that the Ancient Tea Horse Road?" Chen Xing said.

"It's far away. This is just an ancient smuggling route."

It was less than five o'clock when the motorcycle arrived in the city, and Chen Xing's hair was like a dry bird's nest again.

"Let's find a place to eat. We have eaten at your house for two days. I will treat you to a meal too."

"No, I'm still waiting at home. Are you hungry?"

"Forget it, let's go to the studio first."

If Pang Yuan wanted to go back, he would have no time to eat, otherwise Chen Xing would not be at ease when it was dark.

In this day and age, it is not necessary to find a photo studio to edit photos in a digital camera. If you are familiar with the city, you can find a small photo studio that takes ID photos. But neither of them is familiar with Huaping, so they just I can go to the studio.

If it is more expensive, it will be more expensive, at least the quality is guaranteed.

According to the navigation, the two came to a store called Mushui Photography. This store was opened on the second floor of the main street, and the billboard could be seen far away.

Upstairs, there are two people in the store, one of them is a woman sitting at the counter, the other is sitting on the sofa in the living room playing with her mobile phone, there is a circle of clothes in the room, both modern and ancient, and there are many rare ones in southern Yunnan Ethnic dress.

The price of the store's photography is posted on the wall.

It's pretty cheap.

The most affordable set is only 388, including [-] photos, one photo album, and five refined photos with photo frames.

But if you think about it carefully, there should not be any good photographers in this city.

Chen Xing said: "We want to develop some photos, can we do it?"

The person at the counter stood up and said, "Okay, what do you want to look like? Big or small? Do you want to make a photo album?"

"I'll import the photos to your computer first, and you can just do it without repairing, Pang Yuan, you choose the photo frame."

Pang Yuan nodded, seeing Chen Xing touching his hair all the time, he smiled and said, "Since I'm here, I can do it by myself. After you give them the photo, go to the hotel to take a shower. I'll see how uncomfortable you are."

(End of this chapter)