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When he saw the house number, Jiang Ye discovered that this old village lane next to acres of rice fields was called "Dyeing Lane", and the wonderful thing was that there was only one house that looked like a dyeing shop.

Looking at the varying shades of blue on the patio, he was attracted by the wooden sign on the wall at the door: [Mozhu].

"The wind of bamboo touches the wild color, and the foam of the river embraces the spring sand."

These two lines of poetry immediately came to mind, and they seemed quite right, so I wanted to knock on the door and go in to have a look.

The owner of the yard, Grandma Qiao, was an old lady of the Bai ethnic group who was unsmiling. She had not seen her granddaughter for a long time. She frowned, put down the needle and thread in her hand, and raised her eyes to look at Jiang Ye.

He looked like a city kid, not very old, but with a very calm mouth. He came in and chatted for a while, and he actually understood traditional handicrafts and was interested in the declining Bai tie-dye...

After being shocked, she immediately fell in love with the young man who unexpectedly visited her.

"Every household used to have a dyeing vat, but in recent years there have been fewer dyeing shops. The skilled people in the village can take over some work, get the cloth and sew it according to the pattern requirements, and then send it to the tie-dye factory."

Grandma Qiao spread out the ironed cloth and put it on a bamboo pole to dry, while telling Jiangye about the business, "So it was my granddaughter's idea to make a bed and breakfast. Anyway, there are a few rooms on the second floor empty, and young people have no brains."

Huiluo, the name [Mozhu] on the door sign outside was given by her."

"Not bad." Jiang Ye nodded. He didn't expect that the tie-dyeing skills of the Bai people, which were listed on the intangible cultural heritage list in his previous life, were not taken seriously in this time and space and have almost disappeared.

Talking about her little granddaughter, Grandma Qiao restrained her inner pride. When she heard the affirmation, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows finally stopped tightening. She asked with a smile: "How long do you plan to stay, young man? Grandma thinks it will be easier for you. This yard will be here before the Spring Festival."

No more renting out, please be quiet.”

The Bai people pay great attention to the living environment of their families. Regardless of the size of the area, their courtyards are kept clean. They pay attention to "one clean and two white" and follow the survival philosophy of not wasting food and not harming any plant or tree. Their folk customs are very simple.

As a civilized person with mild mysophobia, Jiang Ye's fondness for the Bai people comes from his previous life. In his memory, the public toilets in Shaxi Ancient Town are of world-class high standards, and their cleanliness and comfort are not inferior to those in Northern Europe.

So after seeing it, he quickly rented the second floor, which has two bedrooms and one bathroom. The larger room faces south. It has a civil structure and a refreshing and simple layout. The desk is facing the window and there is a basin of mist, which is quite fairy-like.

The Penglai pine trees have good lighting, so it is very suitable to sit here and edit movies.

Grandma Qiao gave the key, and the bedside table was cleaner than her hands, so she continued to warn: "You can go to the small restaurants in the town first. Some special dishes are found in the mountains. I'm in charge of breakfast, of course you can make your own arrangements.

Feel free to do anything else, or use the kitchen, just say hello in advance.

Sanitary Xiao Qiao will clean up every day. She has to make up classes during the holiday in the third grade of junior high school... I will tell her when she comes back later.

There are usually no long-term tenants. She occasionally does her homework on it after finishing her work, and likes to do the flowers and plants on the roof... But don't worry, she is very smart, just ask her if she has anything to do, and she won't disturb you at other times."

"Haha, I understand, please."

It was early in the morning and the journey from Chuncheng continued. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and dusk was approaching. Grandma Qiao chatted a few more things about the house and then went downstairs to cook. Jiang Ye put away her things, took a bath, and came out to take a look at the cabin opposite.

Just as he was about to close the door and leave, a gust of wind blew the paper off the table, floating at his feet.

I picked it up and saw that it was a physics simulation test paper for the high school entrance examination. The last two big questions were left blank, and a small figure with a crying face was drawn with a pencil next to it.

Turning to the front of the paper, the score... well, two points short of passing.

Candidate’s name——Qiao Mo.

Oh, I see, Jiang Ye subconsciously thought of the name [Mozhu].

He glanced at the questions and felt that it was a bit rude. Why study other people's papers for no reason? He suddenly laughed, went into the room, put the papers back to their original place, and took a book to press them.

The phone in his pocket vibrated three or five times in succession. He didn't pay attention to any news today. He turned around and closed the door. He went back to his room and flopped down on the soft big bed. He was so tired that he could perform a performance directly.

Fall asleep in seconds.

The gods and humans struggled for a long time, then they touched the phone with their eyes open and opened WeChat first.

There was a long row of unread messages. He was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, poking the little red dots one by one. The squad leader made a fatal voice, saying that he was acting opposite Zuo Siyan on the set, oh, this is how we never meet again in life!

Yao Xiao sent a video and played some bass, cold German industrial post-punk, cool, it has that flavor; Gu Chuan shared a homemade new drink, bitter melon Sprite... Hey, does it taste good?... The circle of friends was turned over

Scroll and return to the message list.

Skipping A, B, C and D, Jiang Ye slid all the way down. Jiang Ye hung up his fingertips and stopped at Yu Feiwan's profile picture. He clicked on the dialog box and saw that the last time he chatted was on New Year's Eve.

He paused and logged out of WeChat thoughtfully, wanting to check the number of downloads of "Meeting" so far. Suddenly, Xia Xingzhu called.

"Hey, Xingxing, what's wrong?" Jiang Ye thought the other party was in a hurry, so he picked up the call without hesitation and asked.

The other person on the phone was stunned. Although they had collaborated on a song and were already considered acquaintances, Xia Xingzhu always regarded herself as a fan. She would not even dare to chat with Jiang Ye, let alone call Jiang Ye.

Clearing her throat nervously, she tried to speak without confidence: "I'm taking the initiative to admit my mistake, boss."

Jiang Ye snorted and lay down with his arms relaxed. If he could still joke, it wouldn't be a big problem: "The attitude is good. Tell me, what bad things did you do?"

"Actually, this matter can't all be blamed on me, you are also half responsible." Listening to Jiang Ye's tone, he seemed to be in a good mood, Xia Xingzhu mustered up his courage, "Someone asked me in the live broadcast room just now, [Bei Wang] is you...

Because you used [Jiang Xiaobei]’s account to reward me before, and all the fans in the live broadcast room know it, so... ah, could you... could you have forgotten this?! So I changed my vest

I didn’t pay attention and directly used [Jiang Xiaobei’s] account to post the video..."

"Uh..." Jiang Ye understood instantly and said to himself that he really didn't consider this at that time. "Good Morning Hometown" had just released two episodes to test the waters. How could the market respond so quickly in less than a day?

He calmly replied, "I remember the reward. As for the vest, you will know sooner or later. It doesn't matter. Don't worry. What's wrong with blind recognition? Are you stupid?"

"Well, I wish I didn't cause you any trouble..." Xia Xingzhu said weakly, unable to clear his thoughts for a moment, feeling a little disappointed but also a little happy.

The disappointment is because she passionately thought she had a connection with him again; the joy is because she is too worried. That is her idol's motivation to guide her to pursue the future. He is so talented, what can't he handle?

The two continued chatting, and Xia Xingzhu wisely ended the topic first: "Talent defeats all black magic. I won't disturb the director's rest. I'm going to watch the video again and leave a message to urge you to update."

"Hahaha, okay. I'll go take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye logged into the Moyin short video. All the data far exceeded expectations. The first episode of Chang'an [Leader Li Xiaolong] has been recommended as a popular video...

"All you need to do is get up early and you can find your hometown. It hit my heart and I was so moved! I cried because of it and decided to get up early to have breakfast tomorrow!"

“It’s a quick kill of the chaotic variety shows on New Year’s Day. I’ve never seen a documentary like this. It’s so cute and shot like a short drama. Bonus points for the later stage, the devilish BGM brainwashing!”

"The theme of breakfast is really great and very down-to-earth! The ending single loop is creative and breaks the old routine of documentaries."

"Watching one episode on the way to work gives me enough appetite to have a normal breakfast before starting my working day."

"The real smoke and fire of the city is very healing."

"This food documentary almost made me cry. The food, the characters, and the city silhouettes are worldly and lively, simple and friendly."

"There is really no impact without gorgeous commentary. It is a blessing to travel around the world and record ordinary food. The lives of ordinary people become more and more interesting the more you read them."

"What you see is food, and what you understand is life!"

"It's delicious, I believe it, but it's too short. The director will update it soon!"

"A fast-food documentary, but the core emotion is not fast-food. It's harder to start early than to work hard, and it's not easy to make money."

"China has a vast land and abundant resources, please keep taking pictures! You will feel confident after seeing the whole culture, hahaha."

"..."

Jiang Ye carefully browsed the comments, and most of them were positive reviews. From filming to production, he made a comprehensive comparison of the three seasons of "Breakfast in China" in his previous life, and found that there was less value in it. This is effective in personal testing; but there are also some that target the boundaries of documentaries.

characterization and questioning.

At that time, he was completely at work and ignored what was going on outside the window.

Xiao Qiao, who still didn't know who the new tenant was in the yard, quietly went upstairs to get her things. Grandma told her that this person was a photographer and liked peace and quiet.

Trying not to make too much noise, she walked into the hut, picked up a pile of books on the table, and went down obediently.

It doesn't matter where she does her homework. Her mind is filled with today's adventures. Unfortunately, no one can talk to her. Even if she told her best classmates, they would not believe her and they would probably think that she was hysterical and committing suicide in broad daylight.

There is something wrong with the nymphomaniac.

Grandma Qiao looked uncertain when she saw her granddaughter come back from extra classes, and she was absent-minded when eating. Sometimes she had a smile on her face, and sometimes she was in a daze, showing she was shy.

"What makes you so happy?" After clearing away the dishes, Grandma Qiao couldn't help laughing and said, "Tell me about it and make grandma happy too."

"No...it's nothing." Xiao Qiao hurriedly denied, randomly pulled out a paper from the pile of exercise books that he had just brought down, and pretended to start doing the questions.

She took a deep breath and slowly calmed down, then turned her eyes.

On the physics test paper with shameless results, a post-it note was stuck next to a question circled by the teacher in red pen. The handwriting on it was pretty, but the content was particularly eye-catching.

"Choose B for this question."

...who!!!

The weak little Qiao had a mental breakdown and almost fainted.