The young boy Jingguang, together with Mr. Hua, took a plane to the southern part of the colorful clouds - Yunnan.

After leaving Changshui Airport, Mr. Hua and Jingguang took their small suitcases and got on the car that came to pick them up.

The black car is plain and unpretentious. Sitting in it and looking out the window, you can see the bustling crowds on both sides and the various lively "meetings" through the glass.

Temple fairs, village fairs, markets, etc. are all things he saw only after coming to the vast and rich China.

Mr. Hua is an old man who likes to join in the fun. Whenever he arrives at a place, he always asks people around him about the time of temple fairs and markets.

Every time that happened, I would take Jingguang with me and go on foot to participate early in the morning when it was still light.

Occasionally, when we meet enthusiastic fellow villagers driving carts or tricycles, we will enthusiastically give them a ride.

When I came to Yunnan, it was just as lively.

However, unlike the simple Guanzhong area, Jingguang could hardly understand what the people here said.

"......"

He overheard a herbal farmer talking to another man who looked like a businessman.

He mumbled a lot and gestured with his hands.

".......Zi Ken......" (meaning how much money, transliterated from Yi language.)

"......"

"Nitibaqing!" (Thank you. Transliteration of Yi language.)

In the swaying car, Jingguang kept staring at the two people until the car turned the corner and he could no longer see them.

"What are you looking at?" the old man asked curiously.

"...They were speaking Chinese?"

Jing Guang was silent for a while, then spoke half-guessingly and half-certainly.

Looking at the child who was confused and asking questions, the old man could naturally see what was in the child's mind after having been with him for such a long time.

He laughed and said,

"This is Yunnan. There are 52 ethnic minorities here. Most of them speak their ethnic dialects, so you naturally can't understand them."

So, it's not your problem.

I don’t understand, old man.

"Do you understand?"

Just as he was thinking this, Jingguang suddenly asked, staring at his master.

"......Well, think about it, there are 52 ethnic groups, the Yi, Bai, Dai, etc., each of which has a different dialect, and I was born and raised in Guanzhong, so......"

"You don't understand either." Jing Guang understood and said directly without waiting for the master to come up with an excuse.

"......" Although that is true, but what's with the disappointment in your eyes?

"Master, if you don't understand what they say, how do you know if you will be ripped off when you buy medicine?"

Especially the old man likes those strange "antique" things at the market and temple fairs the most...

He can’t be persuaded even by himself, he can be called a “naughty boy”!

"That's because the old man has friends all over the world. Otherwise, who do you think will pick us up?"

Old Master Hua stroked his long beard proudly and glanced at the brat arrogantly.

"oh."

But you didn’t get the reaction you wanted from someone, just a plain “Oh”?

"Guang boy, shouldn't you worship me and then ask where we are going?"

Jing Guang withdrew his gaze from observing the outside world, glanced calmly at the unhappy teacher, tilted his head a little puzzled, and gave him a look that asked, "What are you talking about?"

Mr. Hua: “…”

Jing Guang knew that the teacher was unhappy again.

I was a little confused: Isn't menopause generally between the ages of 40 and 65? Does it happen to men too? Maybe the upper limit is higher than that for women?

"...are you thinking of something rude, brat?"

Mr. Hua guessed something from the way he looked at him.

"I want to ask..."

"Stop, no you don't want to. Look outside, we're almost there!"

Mr. Hua interrupted the boy's doubts and pointed outside.