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Su Yibo pushed the bowl and chopsticks and said excitedly: "It's really a worthwhile trip, it's a worthwhile trip."

"Look, look, this nonsense has gone by for an hour, and it has delayed Director Su's rest." Wen Chun called Wang Fang over and made a gesture to pay the bill.

Su Yibo wanted to grab it, but was stopped by Wen Chun. He took the bill from Wang Fang and signed it with a flourish.

Su Yibo almost forgot about the portable bag. He urged Wen Chun to take him around. Maybe there would be new discoveries and new ideas.

Wen Chun refused and insisted that Su Yibo take a rest and go out in the afternoon.

Su Yibo had no choice but to follow Wen Chun and go back to the room to rest.

Wen Chun quickly took out her phone and contacted Hu Wenli first. She learned that she had found the little girl. The little girl's name was Shuilian. Hu Wenli was wandering around Linjiang City with her.

Now Wen Chun felt at ease, so he called Yu Fei, Niu Na, Zhao Ziming and others respectively, explained his thoughts to them, and asked them to follow the plan. He would start calling Su Yibo in the afternoon.

How many scenes have you acted?

After lunch break, Su Yibo was in high spirits and urged Wen Chun to set off.

Wen Chun drove straight to Qinglian Mountain

When the car approached Osmanthus Village, Wen Chun rolled down the window and reminded Su Yibo that he could smell the fragrance of osmanthus.

Su Yibo sniffed hard and praised again and again, it smells so good, it penetrates the heart. Girls have been soaked in vagina for a long time, and they don't have to be eclectic, so that they can burst out when they break out in the future.

Wen Chun complimented, "Director Su is really knowledgeable and worthy of being a great director. We only know this. Only when Director Su said this did we know why we admire him so much!"

Su Yibo was very proud. Everything in the world has cause and effect. From the outside to the inside, different paths lead to the same destination. It can always be traced back to the source and the truth.

Driving up the mountain road, you can gradually see the surrounding peaks, connected continuously, with a deep valley in the middle, springs and peach groves, complementing each other, birds singing and water chirping, and you can listen to the lush Qinglian Mountain in early autumn, with thousands of green and yellow mountains.

Hundreds of trees have decorated the rolling hills with vitality

Through the car window, the vast expanse of green on the mountain outside is dotted with some deciduous plants. The most common yellowish color during the year is when the flowers and fruits are ripe. The natural atmosphere comes to you.

When the car passed Bald Head Ridge, there was only a stone path. The car could not go any further, so they got out of the car and slowly climbed up along the stone path.

The slope of the mountain is not big, it just extends upward slowly. Most of the road sections are steps made of stones. On one side of the path is a creek that sings songs. The water is crystal clear and flows from the top to the bottom.

The ground is flowing, and there are many grasses, shrubs, wild flowers, and small trees that even Wen Chun can't name, and they are adjacent to the stream.

Su Yibo has long been nourished, bathed and cultivated by the beautiful scenery. He can't help but admire the miraculous craftsmanship of nature. The camera in his hand keeps clicking.

Speaking of which, Su Yibo is a dedicated person. When encountering beautiful scenery, he can't help but have professional impulses.

The weather is still hot at the foot of the mountain, but the temperature in the mountain is still cool, especially when walking into the winding mountain road that slowly extends upward, the mountain breeze is like soft drizzle falling from the sky, gently touching and bathing people's exposed skin.

Soothing

Wen Chun didn't talk much. Just from Su Yibo's busy figure, we could see the appeal of the natural beauty of Qinglian Mountain.

After finishing their busy work, Su Yibo said excitedly: "I didn't expect that the scenery of Qinglian Mountain is not inferior to Lianjiang County at all."

"We are of the same ancestry and origin, so we should be very similar to Director Su. From the perspective of making movies, how about Qinglian Mountain?" Wen Chun saw Su Yibo's head covered in sweat, so he pulled him and sat on a rock.

Su Yibo wiped his sweat, but said: "The infrastructure is a bit poor, the roads are blocked, and the equipment is too troublesome." Then he pointed to the scattered telegraph poles in the distance and said: "This is also a bit nondescript.

, maybe it’s easy to get through, and I don’t know how much power capacity it has.”

Of course, Su Yibo understood Wen Chun's intention, so he pointed out many shortcomings from the perspective of film shooting, and shook his head regretfully.

I understand, before Lianjiang County invited Su Yibo over, it should have done some preliminary preparations and demonstrated the convenience aspects one by one.

Wen Chun did not explain, but said lightly: "The county originally planned to build a winding mountain road, but the local villagers did not agree and forcibly blocked the construction."

"Why?" Su Yibo took the mineral water from Wen Chun and asked strangely.

"They said that after the road is built, the trees on the mountain will be cut down."

"Is there such a thing? It's a strange theory."

"Yes, they are also afraid. I heard that it has only been less than a year since Lianjiang County built the road up the mountain, and some places have been chewed up like dogs. It's terrible. That's why they want to stop the work."

"Oh?" Su Yibo's face changed a little. If this is the case, the location in Lianjiang County is not very suitable.

Wen Chun kicked the stone on the mountain road again and said with a smile: "They have never seen the world, so they must say that this stone road has a history of hundreds of years and is comfortable to walk on."

When Su Yibo heard this, he bent down and touched the stone strips under his feet, and said to himself: "Well, it should be some years old."

"Yes, the county's cultural relics department initially determined that the oldest ones probably date from the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the county decided to preserve this road, open another road from Beishan, and transform the power lines.

Now, change the transmission from telephone poles to underground cables, which means an extra investment of 1.8 million yuan."

There is no such motion in Wangcheng County. Wen Chun's rhetoric was completely made up by him on the spur of the moment. Fortunately, his major is architecture. If he made it up, most people won't be able to detect the flaws.

Su Yibo was thoughtful, and his heart moved a little. If these can be improved and the natural scenery and landforms can be maintained, Qinglian Mountain can also be an option.

After resting, they continued to climb up. After a while, the two of them reached the top of the mountain.

Climbing the top of Qinglian Mountain, Wen Chun deliberately took Su Yibo to the mountain pavilion on the right, where he could see the vast mist of Xingfu Reservoir.

Su Yibo felt excited again. This was bigger than any lake in Lianjiang County. There were several battle boats and several water shows. The scene was absolutely shocking. He ran back and forth along the cliff several times, first with the camera, and then with the camera.

The camera lasted almost half an hour.

Wen Chun sat in the pavilion, smoked a few cigarettes, and leisurely watched Su Yibo running back and forth.

After leaving the mountain pavilion, turning around a small forest, you can see Qinglian Temple nestled in the green woods from a distance, with red walls and green tiles, giving it a simple style.

Su Yibo ran a few steps quickly and rushed to the temple gate ahead of Wen Chun. He took a flash of light at the plaque, couplets and the iron ring on the temple gate.