[Our friendship has finally capsized. Let’s break up, little Princess Yin (smile)]
Su Ran's decisive words made Ayi Na so angry that her heart ached.
"Ah~ China Mobile! You've left me without love! Wuuuuuu~ I really need to port my number to another network!"
Xie Yinren, dressed in Miao costumes decorated with silver, sat on a hilltop deep in the mountains. Let's put it this way, Su Ran's [Buchu Garden] lived the 'isolated' life of the rich, while Xie Yinren's small Miao tribe lived the 'isolated' life of the poor, the kind that was not even covered by 4G network.
Every time she goes back to her hometown, she can only get signal by sitting on this small hill. Alas... it's too difficult.
Among the girlfriends, if they were to compare poverty, Xie Yinren would put her hands on her hips and shout, "Who is poorer than me?", and no one would dare to answer.
After all, it was a small tribe with less than a hundred people in the deep mountains and forests of Miaojiang. They were indeed very poor. Even Xie Yinren's living expenses for university were paid by all the tribesmen in the tribe who collected herbs and sold them at the market, saved the money, and transferred it to her card as living expenses.
It's not that we sympathize with the Xie Yin people, but that each and every member of the tribe does this willingly and proudly.
After all, Xie Yin, who is wearing the "phoenix rising from the ashes", is an extraordinary person. She is the faith of all the members of this small tribe.
She is the saint of this small Miao tribe with less than a hundred people left over from thousands of years ago.
"Oh, what saint? Su Ran is about to break up with me, alas..."
"Who is Su Ran?"
At this moment, an old man's voice came from the living room. Xie Yinren quickly stood up and ran over, took his arm, and said with a smile: "Aunt, why are you here?"
Xie Yinren's parents had seen someone go up the mountain to collect herbs when they fell off a cliff and died. She was raised by the oldest elder in the tribe. Because the small tribe was very feudal and superstitious, they had continued the "saint system" as a belief for thousands of years, and believed in reincarnation. Xie Yinren was born on the day the saint of the tribe passed away in the previous life, so she naturally became a "saint".
'Saint' sounds very nice, as if she has great power. In fact, Xie Yinren just wants to laugh and think that we are overthinking it. We are just a 'poor tribe' with an annual per capita GDP of less than 5,000.
A Weng caressed Xie Yinren's head lovingly and asked, "Yinren, you just said that Su Somethingran wanted to break up with you. Who was that person?"
"No, no, don't make wild guesses, Aung. No one dares to break up with me."
The Xie Yin people always report good news but not bad news. They will not tell Aong if they encounter any troubles or are bullied by someone outside. Otherwise, if Aong finds out, it will be a big deal, "Someone dares to bully the saint of our tribe. I bought a train ticket overnight to put a curse on him!"
To the tribe, the saint is sacred and inviolable.
Anyone who violates the saint is seeking death.
"Hmm..." Xie Yinren couldn't help but say, "His name is Su Ran. He's a new friend I met. He's a very nice person. He also said...he said...he would build a road for us."
“Why should he build roads for us?”
"I showed him photos of our place, and he said the scenery here is very beautiful, the kind of pristine, untouched secret place that everyone in the city yearns for. He said he was willing to pay to be my first pioneer."
well……
Aong sighed deeply, looked at the innocent and ignorant eyes, and said, "Yinren, don't be fooled by the sweet words of men outside."
"He didn't. Everything he said was true."
"he……"
Aong almost blurted out, "He was talking about building a road. He was talking about being a pioneer and opening up the secret land. He was talking about you!"
"Huh~"
At the same time, Su Ran sneezed. Who is scolding me behind my back?
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to a 'new friend', the author of the dog food article that Su Ran recently found, 'Gongzi Shi Wushuang'.
Buddha said: "Don't be crazy": [I'm in Hangzhou now. If it's convenient for you, I'd like to invite you out for dinner and chat about the plot.]
Beep beep.
Shan Weizi took a bath at home and put on Hanfu. Well... she is a complete Hanfu lover.
I saw the message from 'Buddha says one should not be crazy' inviting me to dinner.
Over the past month, Su Ran and he have become "good friends", and Su Ran is really dedicated in helping her manage the circle of book friends, although occasionally she still shows up in the group, "The author is dressed as a woman!"
Shan Weizi never posted photos of herself in women's clothing in the group, but she sent him a photo of herself in Hanfu without showing her face, thanking him for his diligence as an operations officer, and giving rewards to the leader every now and then.
Now that the sponsor is in Hangzhou on a business trip, Shan Weizi also wants to meet this "Buddha says one should not be crazy", as they both have something in common: they like painting.
I used to think I should call him "Brother Yue", but in the end I added "Brother Kuang". Let's go and meet him and see how crazy this "Brother Kuang" is.
Financial sponsor? Not really. Shan Weizi's family was not short of money. He just wanted to write a novel because he was bored during the summer vacation. As the results were good, he continued to write.
Gongzi Shi Wushuang: [I have to go out to run some errands now. See you at 7pm at Louwailou Restaurant near West Lake.]
Seeing the other party replied with an 'OK', Shan Weizi put down the phone, put on the elegant pure white Hanfu of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, went downstairs, and greeted Shan Changqing who was watering the flowers, "Grandpa, I'm going out to take pictures."
"Come back soon."
"Um."
Shan Weizi went out and found several friends waiting for her at the door. They got into Shan Weizi's Bentley Continental GT and set off.
The whole family are painters of the Wu school. One of her father's paintings has recently started to cost one million yuan. Although her grandfather has retired, he still paints one or two paintings occasionally. The main reason is that he cannot refuse due to many social etiquettes, and his calligraphy is even more shockingly expensive.
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