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Jiang Ye rubbed his eyes with his hair on his head.

During the awakening process, which seemed like a dream but not a dream, I vaguely heard the cry of sheep...

Hey, I really lack imagination.

He stretched his arms lazily, laughing at himself that as an art practitioner, it seemed that the dreams in his previous life were very realistic, and replaying the events that happened during the day were so intricate that they were quite boring realism, so boring that they could not provide any inspiration for creation.

After time travel, the most bizarre dream was nothing more than...the day Yu Feiwan used the photo he took as his avatar...

Eh? It seems like he doesn’t lack libido either!

Jiang Ye laughed happily, thanking Mr. Floyd for giving him the energy to get up, and washed himself and changed his clothes.

It is said that there is a "Black Dragon Pond" on the top of Langqiong Peak, which is called the "Lake on the Top of the Mountain". In mythology, it is the place where Master Guanyin keeps black dragons. I wonder if it is the same as the "Xima Pond" in the previous life.

On the way, there is also the "Jueqing Valley", which, like the village on the hillside where he is located, is the former city site of the ancient Nanzhao Kingdom. It has strange peaks, rocks, forests, springs and waterfalls, and the scenery is like a fairyland.

After climbing Mount Huashan at night and taking photos of the sunrise, his enthusiasm for mountain climbing was out of control.

I packed my equipment and went downstairs with my backpack. Yesterday I went in and drank "Three Courses of Tea". This morning, I also tasted the "posu cake" specially baked by Grandma Qiao. It is sweet and salty and is a Bai nationality snack.

Although it is not a valuable thing, it is a Bai folk custom and a courtesy to guests.

Jiang Ye has always been self-conscious and knows how to go as he goes. The old man, who is over seventy years old, is so considerate in serving his younger generation, and he always feels bad about it. He finally caught the opportunity and saw Grandma Qiao holding a stack of dyed cloth to be hung to dry. He was very discerning.

I was there to help, and I found that the old ladder was a little loose, so I immediately asked where the tools were.

Grandma Qiao went around to the backyard and took out a heavy iron box. He dug around and found a screwdriver, fixed it and tightened the ladder.

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"Grandma, was the tenant yesterday a man or a woman?" At eight o'clock, Xiao Qiao finished cleaning and came down from the second floor with a yawn.

"It's a young man, what's wrong?" Grandma Qiao filled a bowl of purple rice porridge, peeled off the hot tea eggs, and urged, "Hurry up and have breakfast, I have to rush to the tie-dye factory to deliver it later.

Where’s the goods?”

Xiao Qiao had a look of disbelief on his face. He slowly picked up the spoon and blew on the porridge, took another bite of the egg, and murmured as he chewed: "I just went upstairs to clean up, guess what wonder I saw?"

Grandma Qiao was busy tying flowers and kept sewing. She only listened to her granddaughter mumbling a lot of questions and answers to herself: "There aren't a few towels in the bathroom shelf. When I went to change them, I found that the guest and himself

The ones are all neatly folded, I'm afraid I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder...

I was shocked. I tried a new one and folded it into standard tofu cubes, but it didn't work! Maybe I was curious about his gender, and the room was quite clean...

Oh, by the way, doesn’t he have breakfast?”

"You, you, you, girl, you have the nerve to talk." Grandma Qiao straightened her reading glasses and sighed.

"I have a young man, who must be in his early twenties at most. He gets up earlier than you and stands up straighter than you. He is good-looking and quite good at getting things done. While you are sleeping soundly, he has already taken the initiative to help me repair the ladder. Tsk, tsk, like this

Such young people are not common these days."

"Grandma! You..."

Xiao Qiao's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She wanted to argue a few words, but she swallowed it hard.

She overslept at six o'clock and forgot to set more alarm clocks. Normally, she would wake up naturally at that time, but she was too tired yesterday, and a lot of things happened one after another, which made her mood up and down.

In the evening, she lied to her grandma's school teacher to organize make-up classes for free without charging a penny. In fact, she went to work part-time in a restaurant owned by her classmate...

"That young man carried a big bag and went hiking early in the morning. He said that he didn't need to worry about lunch or dinner. After I finished driving this batch of cloth, I sent it to the factory with your Aunt Wang next door. I can't say the time. In case I don't come back at noon.

You can watch it by yourself, or go out to eat with your classmates."

Grandma Qiao tried her best to suppress the toothache, knowing that her miserable granddaughter looked careless on the surface and smiled at everything she said, but in fact she was very precocious, like a little adult, extremely delicate and sensitive.

"I understand, grandma." Xiao Qiao obediently drank the whole bowl of porridge, cleaned the kitchen, watered the camellia tree on the front yard fence, and finally went to the corridor to feed the sheep.

Xiao Hei was soft and soft, raising his head and shouting at her. The bell on his neck swayed, reflecting the golden light rising from the plateau, and turned into bright diamonds all over the ground in the girl's memory fragments. He was her priceless treasure.

Xiaohei cannot be sold.

Then she would have to find another way to earn money to take her grandma to see a doctor.

The market temple fair is almost over, and in a few days, a larger grand ceremony will be held at the foot of Cangshan Mountain - [Chengxi Hai Song Festival]. At that time, nearby Bai villages will participate.

This traditional festival has a history of thousands of years. In the early days, people played strings, exchanged tunes, and sang songs to find partners. Today, it has expanded to include various events. In addition to material exchanges, singing and dancing, archery, horse racing, ball games, etc., Bai opera performances are also performed.

And the lantern show is very lively.

Unfortunately, Xiao Qiao will not officially turn sixteen until March and can go to see the fun, but she does not meet the conditions to register for the singing and dancing competition.

This year, the prize for the first place is 50,000 yuan, the second place is 30,000 yuan, and the third place is 10,000 yuan. Who can resist this astronomical temptation?

She thought back and forth in annoyance, her heart beating uncontrollably, but she was helpless, so she had to console herself that even if she participated, she would most likely be running with her.

Most Bai girls are good at singing and dancing, but she might not be able to get into the top ten, let alone win a prize.

My mind couldn't help but think about it again, and I looked at the sky in a daze. The clouds were sometimes sheep, sometimes rabbits, and sometimes rests. Their shapes were constantly changing to please this girl who had no toys.

Whenever she feels like she has nothing...

As long as she is quiet like this, puts on her headphones and presses the play button, and the piano melody of "Contentment" flows with the gentle voice, one song can heal her, save her from the abyss of grievance and powerlessness, and restore her to a new life.

Gain the courage and strength to live.

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On the other side, Jiang Ye, who is hiking towards the top of the mountain, lingers to admire the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, which is also quite open.

It turns out that the best means of transportation for walking on the mountain roads here is horses. Up and down the road, he kept passing by villagers who were full of money and were leisurely riding horses.

The fellow Bai people were very simple. When they saw him walking forward with a heavy load, grunting and humming, they kindly reminded him, "Young man, you can rent horses."

"...Oh yes, thank you, big brother and sister-in-law!"

Jiang Ye held the corner of his slightly twitching mouth and encountered rare takin, wild deer, several unnamed birds, and a group of Boer goats roaming in Huadian Dam in the mountains.

Thinking of the "Little Hei" that scared him yesterday, he didn't look dirty like the free-range children in the distance. His coat was very bright, his cry was innocent, and his little eyes were tender and innocent, like clean and warm velvet.

blanket.

Near the top of Langqiong, on the cliff about 4,000 meters above sea level, there is the "gentleman in the tree", the Cangshan fir named after Cangshan Mountain; tens of thousands of natural rhododendron trees, burying the ancient love song of the Nanzhao princess and the Cangshan hunter.

The clouds are misty and the grass is fragrant. This moment is higher than the dream, and the real world becomes distant and hazy.

Jiang Ye's name was not born in vain. He seemed to be favored by the god of inspiration in the pure heaven. He studied marble, was curious about snow tea, and wild vegetables; browsed the inscriptions at the Nanzhao ruins, and reread "The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon" in his mind.

Be happy first! If the mountains block the river and the rocks block it, the river will surely flow to the east. The plum blossoms will still turn red to the sun even if they are humiliated by snow and frost.

Is there any use of your uncle's egg to roll up life and death?

If one day you really reach the realm of cultivation, no matter the sex, sex, dogs, horses, wine or meat, you will always have Buddha sitting in your heart, and you will no longer have to be so paranoid and troubled, and everyone will live freely, love and hate, no matter who Zhang San Li Si gossips and farts? How wonderful would this be?

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But it’s easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain.

Some people were just humming "The Hard Sutra" to go far away alone, but when they returned to the village, they didn't even have the energy to go out to a restaurant.

Who made this nonsense about using wind to cure high fever?

Jiang Ye poured a glass of water and swallowed a pill of "Rhodiola". He didn't need to take oxygen. He planned to take a rest. Today he would just stay in the room and edit the film instead of going out.

As a result, I woke up after a dull sleep, and the geese were flying under the setting sun.

At dusk, the small courtyard of Mozhu is quiet and quiet. When I ran to the window and took a look, the lights were not on.

Grandma Qiao said she was going to town to deliver goods, and her granddaughter would make up for classes, so she probably wouldn't be back too early.

When he woke up at this point in the evening, his head was swollen with despair. Jiang Ye opened his cell phone to look for food. He had to calm down his noisy Wu Zang Temple first.

But it doesn't matter if he places an order, as soon as the restaurant over there takes the order...

Xiao Qiao, who was lying on the table and cursing, "Should I choose B or C for the question I don't know?" trembled when he looked at the address.

Isn't this her home?!