Chapter 190 Difficult

Lin Qiu got up early and took a walk in the village with Wang Shan, who wanted to pick up her paintbrush again, before the rain stopped.

I thought the mother and daughter had gotten up early, but I didn't expect to see a circle of children sitting on the bank of South Lake, concentrating on drawing.

"I will also bring my drawing board out to sketch tomorrow morning!" Wang Shan whispered and walked towards the lake involuntarily.

She stood quietly at the back, watching others paint, secretly comparing them in her mind.

Seeing that his daughter was observing others drawing, Lin Qiu stopped paying attention to her and slowly walked around the area by himself.

To describe Huizhou's scenery simply with the word "beautiful" is too simple.

Every blade of grass and every tree is a painting; every mountain and every river is full of emotion.

Just like now, the inky mountains and green clouds occupied most of the sky, and a few wisps of milky white clouds stopped and walked like tourists, with pink walls and black tiles and leisurely canals.

After walking for more than half an hour, Lin Qiu turned back and found Wang Shan, who was still watching people painting, by the South Lake. He took her to find a shop to fill their hungry stomachs.

The saying that the land and water shape the people is absolutely accurate.

The breakfast here is as natural and simple as the village and the people here.

Coarse grain steamed buns, white rice porridge and tea eggs, enjoying the cool morning breeze, tasting the simple meals, my restless heart slowly calms down.

After breakfast, the mother and daughter went back to pack their water and umbrella into their bags, hung up their cameras, and went out again.

I asked the amiable and amiable proprietress of the inn, found a famous tour guide, and started to tour this most famous ancient village in Huizhou.

Located at the foot of the Yishan Mountain, this village with a history of more than 900 years is like an elegant fine brush painting, with every stroke of the brush soft and hazy.

The tour guide said that if you look down at the village from the sky, its shape is like a blue cow lying by the stream in front of the mountain. Leigang is the ox's head, the towering ancient trees are the ox's horns, the residents are the ox's body, the canal is the ox's intestines, Yuezhao is the ox's stomach, Nanhu is the ox's belly, and the four bridges over the stream are the ox's legs.

As Lin Qiu walked through it, he really couldn't imagine the concrete appearance of the village, but as he listened to the tour guide telling the history in a Wu-Hui dialect accent, he couldn't help but run his fingertips along the blue brick and white walls, trying to feel its heritage.

The two iconic attractions of Hongcun are Yuezhao and Nanhu Lake.

Yuezhao is the core location of the village. It is about two acres and is a semi-moon-shaped square pond. The turquoise waters are as calm as a mirror, with the breeze blowing past and creating fine ripples on the water. The houses around are neatly built and reflected on the water, forming a picture of "clear stream rippling like a ribbon, and clear springs in front of every house and alley".

When you see Nanhu Lake and the painted bridge across it, a movie scene will emerge: a hibiscus bridge in the lake, weeping willows by the lake, and Li Mubai leading his horse across the bridge.

Hongcun is not big. Lin Qiu and her daughter followed the tour guide, walking and stopping from time to time, and finished the tour in less than three hours.

It was almost lunchtime when they returned. The tour guide was knowledgeable and took them to a restaurant with ease. He assured them that if the food was not tasty, they could ask him for a refund.

Lin Qiu ordered stinky mandarin fish, braised pork with bamboo shoots, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables with a try-it attitude, and invited the tour guide to dine with him.

Unexpectedly, the tour guide waved his hand, said he had to pick up another group, then strode forward and left.

The mother and daughter were very satisfied with the meal. Although the mandarin fish was not big, the meat was tender and had a unique flavor. The braised pork with bamboo shoots was a little salty, but it went well with rice. Together with the fresh and sweet seasonal vegetables, the mother and daughter finished all three dishes.

"I thought I couldn't accept the taste of stinky mandarin fish!" Wang Shan slumped in the chair after eating, taking sips of the sweet rice wine given by the store.

Lin Qiu likes the cool, sour and sweet rice wine, which he finds very refreshing. After drinking it in big gulps and wiping his mouth, he said, "It's similar to the stinky tofu in our Hunan Province. It smells stinky but tastes delicious."

"I haven't eaten stinky tofu yet." Wang Shan has always known that stinky tofu is a specialty of Hunan Province, but has never had the chance to taste it.

"Then I'll take you to Xingcheng next time we go back home. The stinky tofu in Xingcheng is delicious!" Lin Qiu hasn't tasted the snacks from his hometown for many years and missed them a little.

"Oh yeah!"

Wang Shan exclaimed, then remembered that this was a public place, so she quickly covered her mouth and looked around embarrassedly, fearing that the noise she had just made would disturb others.

Seeing her afraid of being caught after doing something bad, Lin Qiu was very happy. "What are you going to do this afternoon?"

"Go to Nanhu to sketch!" Wang Shan had planned it long ago.

"Okay then, I'll take you there later, and then we'll go back to the inn to take a nap. You stay here by yourself and don't wander around!"

"I will definitely not wander around." Wang Shan promised.

The scenery of Nanhu Lake is so beautiful, and there are so many scenes that can be painted. I don’t even have enough time to sketch, so how can I possibly wander around? Wang Shan thought.

"Okay, let's go pay the bill!" Lin Qiu stood up.

Wang Shan followed.

After returning to the inn, Lin Qiu helped his daughter take the sketching tools to the South Lake.

Before leaving, he reminded me again and again: "Just sketch in this area of ​​Nanhu Lake. Call me if you have any questions. Also, keep your phone safe and don't lose it."

"I know, I know!" Wang Shan waved casually without even turning her head. She set up the easel, spread out the drawing paper, took out the paint, and prepared to paint.

"This kid!" Lin Qiu shook his head and walked back.

Accompanied by faint human voices, Lin Qiu took a long nap.

When I woke up, I looked at the time and it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

She stretched herself and heard a crackling sound from her joints. She got out of bed and moved around for a while before finally waking up completely.

I haven’t had such a long nap in a long time!

Lin Qiu poured himself a glass of water, leaned against the window, and just like last night, his eyes fell on the scenery outside.

Such a leisurely moment is so rare!

Lin Qiu suddenly discovered that, whether in his past life or this life, he seemed to have very little time for leisure.

In my previous life, I was always busy with the crops in the fields, the vegetables in the land, and the children at home. Although I don’t need to farm or grow vegetables in this life, and my daughter has her parents to help take care of her, I am still busy.

First he was busy at the newsstand, then at the convenience store, and then at the Internet cafe. He was busy all day long.

The few times I can remember not being busy were usually during the Chinese New Year.

The store was closed at that time, and I could finally relax a little, but I had to prepare for the New Year.

By this calculation, since I got married and had a daughter, I have not had a complete rest day, if it were not for this time when I accompanied my daughter out to sketch.

Lin Qiu was shocked by this discovery.

She thought again of Zhou Qing who was now in her hometown. In her nearly seventy years of life, she probably had no time to rest.

Can't relax?

Or are you used to being forced to be busy?

Lin Qiu didn't know.

Lin Qiu just suddenly realized that being a woman is so difficult. She has to work, take care of her husband and children at the same time. She has no days off. Her body and time belong to others. Only her lost youth and the wrinkles that gradually appear on her face belong to her.