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Chapter 183 Tranquility ([-] words)

For a moment, Tang Ping almost thought that Lin Nan was asking him suggestively:

You want to lick my hand... No, do you want to be my little licking dog?

But after carefully looking at Lin Nan's expression, he was looking forward to it, eager to try, "Coach, I want to learn this"...

It turned out that I wanted to learn his flexible fingering techniques for playing with puppies.

Kong Huan... No, it was a false alarm.

Tang Ping guided:

"You do this first, then you do this, then you do this, and finally you do this...do you understand?"

Lin Nan responded silently with a blank expression.

Tang Ping shook his head regretfully:

"If you were a repair dog, you would understand what I'm talking about, but you don't."

Lin Nan was thoughtful.

The delicate head tilted slightly, and she tentatively opened her mouth again: "Woof woof?"

Tang Ping was silent.

"Sister, it's shameful to act cute out of spite."

"Huh?" Lin muttered, tilting his head to the other side.

As if to say, what are you talking about?I do not understand.

"what."

Yan Yao's soft voice came from two or three meters away.

She looked at the door of a mud house, where an old woman with age spots on her face was hunched over, striking a match to light a fire in a skillful but clumsy manner.

It was as if the old woman had carved the action of striking a match into her muscle memory, but her muscles no longer obeyed her command.

"Does anyone still use matches these days?" Yan Yao whispered to herself.

She also thought that matches had long since disappeared from ordinary people's lives, replaced by disposable plastic lighters that cost one dollar each, which in a sense showed the pinnacle of cost-saving in human industry.

Not only her, but also everyone else who discovered it was inevitably surprised.

"Oh, grandma." Chen Xiao saw this and slapped his forehead.

He explained to the crowd:

"I don't know about other places. Anyway, many elderly people here are used to using matches."

"As for grandma, she used to make matchboxes. I forgot how much a hundred matchboxes cost."

"She is the most dedicated to matches. She sold matches for many years when she was a child. But you know these days, there are not many people using matches, and many young people have never even seen one."

Selling matches... Tang Ping's eyelids twitched.

"The Little Match Girl"?

Chen Xiao walked up, got close to grandma, and said hello loudly.

Grandma was deaf, and the chattering of the group of people earlier did not enter her world at all.

At this time, Chen Xiao greeted him several times, and he slowly reacted. He raised his cloudy and white eyes and looked at him for a long time. Finally, he saw Chen Xiao clearly, revealing a surprised smile with few yellow teeth.

"Miao Miao'er, are you coming back to nia?"

The two of them talked to each other, laughing happily from time to time, with local dialects that even the outsiders next to them couldn't understand.

During the process, grandma looked at everyone again and again, then stood up with a smile. With Chen Xiao's support, she staggered across the threshold step by step and walked back to the hut.

Within a minute, he came out again holding a pile of matchboxes. He refused to hand them over to Chen Xiao and insisted on walking in front of everyone.

"Grandma wants to light a match for you as a small gift." Chen Xiao said, smiling with emotion and a little helplessness.

Matches cost only ten cents a box, so as a gift they are not only worthless, but they are indeed full of grandma’s good intentions.

Grandma said loudly:

"I'll make a match and light it with just one stroke. I'll pick up some leaves or pine cones and I'll make a fire with just one stick."

A few people looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't understand the meaning of the dialect my grandma just said.

Chen Xiao opened his mouth and was about to act as an intermediary interpreter when Tang Ping stepped forward, showed a sweet smile, said a loud thank you, and took a box of matches from Grandma's hand.

It doesn't matter what grandma said specifically. Since it's a gift, just take it and say thank you and that's it.

Even if the gift wasn't free, it was just money. It was just a box of matches, so it didn't cost much anyway.

"..." Chen Xiao translated the words of grandma who had a brilliant smile.

Only then did other people line up to say thank you and take one or two boxes from Grandma.

After taking them all, grandma muttered and turned around, wanting to go back to the barren earth house to get something out.

Chen Xiao quickly persuaded her, helped her strike the matches and light the fire, and led everyone to the target point.

"Hurry up and leave. If you don't leave, I'm afraid that the old men and women here will be happy to see you young people and turn out their bankbooks."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Xiaopang was doubtful.

"It's an exaggeration, but it's pretty much the same. Every household has a coffin and a shroud, and some wear the shroud as regular clothes all day long."

"I still remember that last year, when I came back to visit relatives, an old man forced me to give me several bags of pears. He also said that I was most annoyed by stealing his pears back then, but now there are no children to steal his pears."

Chen Xiao recalled that year, shaking his head in a funny yet sad way.

Tang Ping was also filled with emotion when he heard this.

He turned around and was about to exchange his thoughts with Lin Nan or Victor, when he glanced:

Lin Nan, who was taking photos with his mobile phone, lowered his head and his eyes were red.

Victor, who was holding up his mobile phone to shoot a vlog, had tears gently wiping from the corners of his eyes.

Tang Ping was shocked: "Is it so exaggerated?"

Is it that your ability to empathize is too strong, or that my ability to empathize is too weak?

"I must have had a similar experience," Victor said lowly, but hesitated to speak, "...Forget it, just don't say it."

Lin Nan whispered: "This village... will disappear in a few years."

A village full of old men and women, located on the top of a high mountain.

No one will remember that they ever existed. Only when the country counts each year, it will record the death of another village.

But that is only one of the insignificant numerators in the huge denominator.

Tang Ping looked at the middle-aged people who were watching them dozens of meters away, and wanted to say something.

Finally swallowed back into the stomach.

As a writer, it’s nice to be able to enter a mood.

This will allow the inspiration bacteria to receive nutrients and accelerate their growth.

Everyone followed Chen Xiao forward, passing by the stinky pig pen, the relatively non-stinky chicken coop, and the barking dogs that protected the family...

Chen Xiao introduced some uncommon things along the way one by one.

"Do you know what these bright ribbons are for? They are used to repel birds. They sway when the wind blows, and flash when they sway, scaring away the birds so they don't eat the crops."

"This large pit, nearly ten meters deep, used to be a reservoir. Later, water was pumped from the mountain next door, so it is no longer needed here."

"The thorny balls on the ground are chestnuts. You can use the soles of your shoes to open them, but the insides have long since withered. Oh, these are the bamboo shoots that have just been taken out. They are already a bit old now, but you can still eat them if you peel them."

"You can eat all the small-scale fruits you can see here. They were all thrown here by the villagers and picked up by the birds in the past, but most of them taste sour..."

I don't know if it was his common misunderstanding, but Tang Ping always felt that every time Chen Xiao introduced him, he would look at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Even some detailed explanations, when he is lost in thought or chatting, will be emphasized in a louder voice to draw his attention back.

This made Tang Ping secretly wonder, what situation can help me understand life in remote rural areas?

Do you really expect me to travel there, expand the world, be inspired, and write new fairy tales?

"It turns out that chestnuts originally had thorns on the outside. I used to think they were like chestnuts fried with sugar." A male writer lamented.

I gained a lot of experience during this trip.

As Tang Ping walked forward, his clothes were suddenly pulled.

Looking back, Lin Nan was squatting on the ground, reaching up to hold him with his right hand, and groping outside the fence with his left hand.

Tang Ping took a look and saw that the green grass was dotted with at least a dozen small red round fruits. They were ruddy in color and full of particles, which looked quite attractive.

He knows this:

"Don't eat it, don't eat it. This is snake fruit. It's poisonous and not sweet."

However, Lin Nan shook his head and still insisted on groping.

After a few seconds, she carefully retracted her left hand, deliberately closed her fingers, and held the thing she had taken off.

Then he stood up, showed a happy smile, spread his left hand as if offering a treasure, and revealed what was in his palm:

A strawberry.

The color is not as bright red as the snake fruit, and the particles are not as plump as the snake fruit.

The size is several times larger than the snake fruit.

"There are actually strawberries?" Tang Ping was surprised.

Then he remembered what Chen Xiao had just said.

The villagers threw... everything was really thrown everywhere.

Tang Ping looked back and asked, "For me?"

Lin Nan shook his head, looked at the front of the team, and nodded again.

"I originally wanted to give it to Sister Yaoyao, but I didn't want to go there. So I give it to you."

"...I am the alternative for co-writing, right?"

Tang Ping grinned and took the strawberry from Lin Nan's palm.

I was going to just rinse it with water and stuff it into my mouth.

After a second thought, I took out a disinfectant wipe from my pocket and wiped it carefully.

Lin Nan opened his mouth and was about to ask him why he was taking so much trouble.

Tang Ping suddenly got angry and stuffed strawberries into her mouth with lightning speed.

"Uh-" Lin Nan was frightened and his eyes widened.

His expression immediately twisted with sourness.

"Is it sweet?" Tang Ping asked with concern.

Lin Nan's facial muscles twitched slightly and he swallowed the strawberry with difficulty.

Exhaled: "Acid."

"Haha, you still want to trick me."

Tang Ping smiled heartlessly, and before Lin Nan was so angry that he waved his pink fist and wanted to hit him, he leaned over and looked outside the fence:

"I'm looking for one too..."

Within five or six seconds, he locked onto a spot of red in the weeds.

Turn up the weeds and pinch the strawberries.

He imitated Lin Nan, hiding and tucking his hands before spreading them out.

A big, plump and ruddy strawberry was revealed.

"This one looks sweet at first sight." Tang Ping said.