Chapter 43 Trip to Yunnan (2 / 3)



After spending so much time together, I knew without even using my toes to think without using my brain that the boy’s problem must not be a serious one.

After getting off the bus, a smiling, generous and plump old man came to greet me.

Following behind him were several young men wearing distinctive costumes with glittering silver pieces on them and silver daggers hanging from their waists.

"Lao Hua, I haven't seen you for ten years, right?"

The old man came over with his arms open and a smile on his face.

Mr. Hua didn't even say hello and walked straight towards the old man.

"Yes, Lao Lin, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

"Okay, okay, how can I be bad? All my disciples are well-behaved and obedient. Look how handsome they are."

Don’t you think your eldest disciple has so many wrinkles on his face?

"Hahaha, come and see my little apprentice, the last disciple I accepted two years ago. He is extremely talented. I have to say, this is it!"

Mr. Hua gave a thumbs up in defiance.

"Um?"

The old man Lin’s name was Lin Ying. He was an old friend of Mr. Hua when he was young. They had gone on adventures together.

He looked at the young boy scrutinizingly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Mr. Hua ignored him and looked at the young boy who was dragging his suitcase and was self-sufficient and silent. He introduced,

"Xiao Guang, this is Mr. Lin Yinglin, you can just call him Uncle Lin."

"Hello, Uncle Lin."

He speaks standard Mandarin and doesn't look like a foreigner at all.

But that hair...

With this hair color, this person shouldn't be Chinese, right?

His doubts were interrupted by Mr. Hua.

"Okay, Lao Lin, I want to rest for a while. You came all the way here, you don't even have a cup of tea, right?"

"How could that be? Come in quickly. Lao Hua, it's been ten years, and you're still as strong and healthy as ever?"

"Same here, Lao Lin, aren't you the same?"

The two old men, who were nearly 150 years old in total, put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked towards the retro courtyard in a carefree manner.

While on the plane, Mr. Hua introduced the buildings here to Jingguang.

Yunnan is a place with a developed economy and rich cultural heritage.

The cultures of the Bai, Yi, Naxi and other ethnic minorities have been integrated with the Han culture to form civil engineering structures in the form of "one main building and two side buildings", "three rooms and one screen wall", "four courtyards and five patios", and "one seal".

"One main building and two side buildings" is a two-story building with two bungalows on the side.

The plan of "three rooms and one screen wall" is a combination of three mutually perpendicular two-story buildings and a screen wall, with the main door opening next to the screen wall.

"Sihewutianjing" is a building with four two-story buildings vertically arranged to form a large courtyard. The junction of two buildings forms another small courtyard, and a pavilion is attached, totaling five courtyards. The foundation is usually built with square stones, which is stable and solid. The doors, windows and walls are mostly decorated with wood carvings and colorful paintings, with beautiful images and exquisite craftsmanship.

The architectural style of the house in front of us is the last one.

but......

It seems a little different from what is said in the book.

Mr. Hua, who was walking in front, was talking to his old friend without turning his head. He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and was very clear about the doubts in the young boy's heart. He suddenly changed the subject and said loudly: "Old Lin, your house is really nice. Did you modify the courtyard yourself?"

"Not really. I asked someone to copy this. The design was based on the combination of the courtyard and the Zoumalou in Mojiang Bixi. How do you think it is? Is it this one?"

Mr. Lin smiled broadly and gave himself a thumbs-up with pride.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Mr. Hua also took the opportunity to praise him, although it sounded a bit perfunctory.

Jingguang took note of it silently.

"Enbi's family is walking to Munu." (Hello, the transliteration of the Naxi language.)

The girl who came forward put her right hand on her chest, smiled, and bowed slightly to Mr. Hua to show her respect.

"This is my granddaughter, Moonli Tansi. You can just call her Moon."

After Mr. Lin introduced them, he said something to the girl, but Jingguang didn't quite understand.


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