travel starts with photography

Chapter 279
The uncle looked at Chen Xing and thought it was the same.

Such a young guy, who can catch up if he really wants to run?

Chen Xing walked over with the camera.

It looked close, but it was still a long way to go, and the road in the mountains was not easy to walk. It took Chen Xing a long time to get to the bottom of the house.

This is a house that looks like a Tibetan watchtower. Most of the walls are made of large stones. Although the stones are square, they are not as regular as the bricks used for home decoration.

It's a bit like the early rural courtyard walls.

However, even under such construction conditions, the stone house with a height of three or four floors was almost completed.

Just capped.

Chen Xing walked around the building, but he didn't hear anyone's voice inside, so he probably went somewhere else.However, looking at the appearance of this building, Chen Xing found it strange.

It does not occupy a lot of land, estimated to be sixty to seventy square meters. In such a small area, it is safe to use this kind of stone bricks to build three or four floors?

What's more, it's not just the problem of the building, this house also has a big chimney and a small platform extending from the second floor. It is estimated that the person who made this platform wanted to create a balcony.

Click click.

Chen Xing took two photos.

He has to ask his classmates if such a house is safe.

He had never studied architecture, but instinctively felt that the structure of this house was very strange.

In a corner of the building, Chen Xing found a wooden door that opened to both sides.

Seeing this door, Chen Xing finally knew why he thought this house was a bit strange. Before, he thought it was a structural problem. After seeing this door full of medieval western flavor, he looked at the chimney and the balcony.

Oh! !

It's a castle!
There are a lot of castles in France, from all periods. Chen Xing visited many for writing that book.

It’s just that I didn’t expect to see this... a minimalist youthful version of a European-style castle after returning to China?
An old aunt walked towards this side carrying a stone. Seeing Chen Xing taking pictures in front of her house with a camera, she threw the stone and ran over, saying, "Who are you? Why are you taking pictures of my house?" ?”

The people who came here were over 50 years old, but their faces were full of dimples due to long-term work.

Those who study art generally like such people the most. Wrinkles on the face can give people a sense of vicissitudes. The oil painting teachers in their schools like to find old mannequins to paint for students in the school.

It's just that this expression is too fierce, right?
Chen Xing was startled.

He took pictures for a reason...

Because I instinctively felt that the structure was not right, I wanted to take a picture of it for a classmate who studied architecture. It was out of good intentions... Then I felt that the house was very interesting and wanted to take a picture to see the effect.

What else?
Chen Xing is a photographer who comes out to collect pictures.

Seeing this kind of building appear in the environment of Wuyuan, any photographer who can stand Chen Xing thinks that he has quit fans.

"I'm a passing tourist."

"Visitor?"

The old aunt relaxed a little and looked at him carefully.

It's really not like the locals here, let alone those officials, so I felt relieved and apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to demolish my house."

Chen Xing shook his head and asked, "Did you build this house by yourself?"

"correct."

Chen Xing felt that she spoke in a very orderly manner, unlike what his uncle said was... well, a patient, so he was not as scared as he was when he first saw her, and said, "Have you ever studied architecture? I think , if the structure is not good, it should be dangerous to live in, right?"

Instead, she became vigilant and said, "You can't be one of them, can you?"

"They? Who?"

"Help station, those people think I can't live alone and need help, but in fact I'm fine."

Chen Xing smiled, and affirmed her words: "Indeed, you seem to be very independent. What's your name, Auntie?"

"My surname is Zhang, and you can call me whatever you want."

After knowing that Chen Xing was no threat to her house, Aunt Zhang wanted to go back and continue her work. Now that her house is about to be completed, there is no time to chat with a young man.It's no good for her.

Chen Xing only had time to call Aunt Zhang, and she agreed, but she also returned to the place where the stone was thrown and continued to carry the stone.

"Why don't you get a small cart?" Chen Xing asked.

"There is no road over there, so the stone can only be carried over slowly by yourself, do you think I can't think of it?"

Chen Xing is even more sure that this aunt is not crazy, maybe she is a hermit.

The hermits in ancient times may still have the need to seek fame and officials, but if you are a hermit in modern society, then no one will really pay attention to you.Just like what my uncle said, several years have passed, and the local people still think she is a lunatic.

"Then where do you live?"

"Live over there, on the mountain."

Seeing that Chen Xing really wanted to get to know herself, she hesitated and asked, "Then kid, do you have a cigarette?"

Chen Xing shook his head dully.

"It's boring to be an adult and not smoke."

"..."

Isn't this a good habit?He was actually despised.

She threw the stone under the house, took out a crumpled cigarette from her pocket, put it on the tip of her nose, took a deep breath, and then said contentedly: "Except for the person from the rescue station, you are the only one with me this year." Speaker."

Chen Xing thought she would continue the chat, but after waiting for a long time without any movement, he asked, "Then why did you come here?"

The way she talks is very free and easy, not to mention the women in the countryside, even those women abroad who have not received Confucian education do not have this kind of appearance like her, like the indifference of a depressed patient, or the contempt of a monk for the world.

This is just a metaphor, Chen Xing didn't see the appearance of depression from her tone or appearance.

On the contrary, she is a very aggressive and ideal aunt.

"Why? Because this place is very beautiful, don't you think Wuyuan is very beautiful?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

She looked at the equipment on Chen Xingyi's body, and said:
"If I were as rich as you, I could also rent a house here and eat something good every day. Unfortunately, I don't have one, so I can only build my own house. Maybe in another week I can live here."

At this time Xu Yuan came over, nodded to Aunt Zhang, and said to Chen Xing: "The meal is ready, let's go?"

Chen Xing hummed and said, "Then let's talk next time."

She smiled, and started to build the roof of the castle with tools that Chen Xing didn't know at all.

Xu Yuan pulled Chen Xing and said: "She really has a problem. I still remember that when she first came, someone from our village asked her if she needed help, but she scolded her back and almost did it."

"and then?"

"When we see people in our village approaching, we will swear at them. If we don't see her, it won't affect us. She is still a woman living alone. We have already called the police."

"Well, you haven't really done anything, have you?"

Xu Yuan said with a smile: "There are quite a few people in our village, how can they be bullied by outsiders. She just scolds, and if she dares to do something, she won't be able to survive here."

"That too."

A group of people went down the mountain.

The time to prepare the meals was very short, but in such a short time they also produced a large table of dishes. The table was placed in the living room. As soon as Chen Xing walked into the yard, he could smell the pungent smell of chili peppers.

But when Chen Xing saw the dishes, he knew that they would definitely keep their hands.

It may also be that Xu Yuan's family's taste is not as strong as Chen Xing imagined. Anyway, it just smells spicy and tastes okay. After the meal, Chen Xing only sweated a little.

After dinner, Xu Yuan wanted to take his daughter back to the county. He hadn't been in his hometown for a long time and had many things to do.

He asked Chen Xing if he wanted to go back together.

Chen Xing shook his head and said, "Isn't there a very famous ancient town in front of you? I'll take a stroll in your village first. It's fine to live in the ancient town there at night. You don't have to worry about me, go do your business."

"Then Guangfeng and the others said they would have dinner together at night?"

"Another day, another day."

Barbecue is delicious, but you can't eat it every day.

Chen Xing was used to traveling alone, and after saying goodbye to someone he knew, Xu Yuan, he didn't feel lonely in this village alone.

He wants to see the tea mountains here.

Tea has been a pillar industry in Jiangxi since ancient times. From thousands of years ago to a hundred years ago, Jiangxi was the best among all provinces in China by relying on local tea and Jingde porcelain. Don’t look at the current GPD, but look back For hundreds of years, the surrounding provinces had to be called Big Brother.

It's just that modern times have fallen.

The production technology of porcelain was stolen by foreigners, and the tea could not be sold for some reason.Coupled with the fact that the transportation is so developed today, none of the best economic development routes will pass through Jiangxi, so...

Gradual decline is also natural.

There are mountains on both sides of this village, the mountain near Xu Yuan's house is relatively small, and the mountain on the other side is bigger.

Chen Xing still walked the way they walked before, but this time he didn't plan to stop at the halfway up the mountain, but went up to see what scenery there would be on the mountain, and what kind of scenery he could see when he looked down from the top. Wuyuan.

Climbing high and looking far away, the field of vision is wide, and good photos can also be taken.

At this time, the photographer will run around like the fisherman, but the ultimate goal of the fisherman is to catch a fish, and the ultimate goal of the photographer is to take a commendable photo.

Or, sometimes you don't have to be commendable, just like what you like.

Going up will encounter some mist, but it is also cooler.

The road was difficult, but after all, Chen Xing was a professional mountaineering person who knew how to go up the mountain to maintain his physical strength, so he didn't spend too much time walking to the place where the villagers planted tea trees.

Jiangxi is still hot in August, and many plants are the withered yellow after being exposed to the sun, but this piece of tea mountain has the yellow color of autumn. Although most of them are still green, they are just sporadically dotted with tender yellow. Very eye-catching.

The sun was not very suitable, but Chen Xing still lowered the camera and took a photo.

He got close to this piece of fresh tea leaves, which smelled peaceful. He took off a clean leaf and put it in his mouth. Feeling the aroma in his mouth, he walked towards a higher angle.

You have to take a panorama.

There is a 21 wide-angle lens in his backpack, and he wants to take pictures from the tea mountain to the people's houses down the mountain.

Although there is some fog in the mountains, as long as the composition is good, a little fog will not affect it. If the tolerance of tens of thousands of dollars of camera cannot solve these problems in the later stage, then Chen Xing may have to change to another camera.

(End of this chapter)