The yacht shuddered and slowly started moving. Captain Xie said that today they were going to Gouqi Island. After drifting at sea for two days, they could take a day off to rest on Gouqi Island. Gouqi Island has been developed quite well now. Although it was the National Day Golden Week, there weren't many tourists due to the island's limited capacity. Moreover, the island was so big that it could perfectly meet Fang Yang's wish for a less crowded destination.
Gouqi Island is known as the "Little Greece of the East." Its scenery is naturally stunning, with rugged rocks and a rare, beautiful beach, making it extremely popular with local residents.
After the yacht started, it headed south and arrived at Gouqi Island in just over three hours. Fang Yang and his group disembarked and landed on the island, where there are more than 8,000 permanent residents, so living and accommodation are not a problem.
Captain Xie arranged accommodation for everyone. Who would want to stay on a ship when they could stay on land?
Seeing that it was already past four o'clock, Fang Yang and Zhou Xin bid farewell to Captain Xie and his companion, and the two of them set off on the rugged mountain road leading to the scenic wonders of the mountains and seas.
The narrow mountain road was difficult to traverse, but as the best spot to watch the sunset, travelers still made their way up in small groups.
After spending two days at sea, I suddenly saw fellow travelers slowly running in the same direction. Although the journey was slow, it also had a different kind of beauty in the slow life.
Fang Yang carried his drawing board on his back, and Zhou Xin had a camera hanging around her neck. The two helped each other as they climbed the stone steps, sometimes having to cross ditches. Fang Yang was fine, but Zhou Xin, who didn't exercise much, felt extremely tired.
Before they even reached the halfway point, Zhou Xin complained that she couldn't climb anymore and refused to take another step. She kept pounding her thighs with her slender hands, and her face was flushed. She looked exhausted.
Fang Yang looked around and saw that there were only rocks and some weeds hidden among them. There wasn't a single tall tree. Although the sun wasn't so hot anymore, he still felt a wave of heat as he walked.
He took a bottle of water out of his backpack and handed it to Zhou Xin, then held the drawing board over Zhou Xin's head to shield her from the sun. "Take a break first. The sun still has some time before it sets, so there's no rush."
"This mountain is too steep, I'm afraid I won't be able to climb it!"
Zhou Xin said with a wronged expression, "People usually climb mountains, it's not this hard. My legs are too weak, I can't even climb a hill."
Fang Yang looked at Zhou Xin, who was patting her legs, and suppressed a laugh. "It's probably because you don't climb mountains often. Also, you're a girl, so you're naturally at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength. It's okay, it's a normal reaction. You've already climbed halfway, which is a very good performance."
Zhou Xin pointed to a beautiful woman ahead who was struggling to walk while leaning on her boyfriend, "Look at her, she's much better than me. She still has the energy to climb up. I'm so useless!"
"Oh, she's not any better than you. She only got up there with her boyfriend's help. Have some water and rest to recover your energy. I'll carry you up later."
"This mountain is so steep, how are you going to carry it up? I hope you don't get tired too. It's all the mountain's fault, why did it have to be so steep? It's not cute at all, hmph!"
"It's alright, I'm strong. You're so light, carrying you won't feel like anything."
"Hmph, look at what you're saying. If it has no weight at all, isn't that a ghost? A man's words are just deceitful!"
Zhou Xin pouted, but managed to drink a few sips of water. Her flushed face gradually faded, and her rapid breathing calmed down, indicating that she had recovered somewhat.
Fang Yang glanced at the sky. The sun was already setting and not far from the foot of the mountain. A mountain breeze was blowing and it was a little chilly. It seemed he had to quicken his pace!
"Come on, I'll carry you up. It'll only take half an hour to get to the top. Didn't you really want to see the sunset? If you miss the best time, it'll be even more tiring for you to come up tomorrow!"
"Okay, if you feel tired, just say so. It's okay if we don't watch it."
Zhou Xin carefully lay on Fang Yang's back, and to lighten Fang Yang's burden, she even wrapped her legs around Fang Yang's waist, just like a sloth, leaving no gaps.
Feeling the softness on his back, Fang Yang paused, then took Zhou Xin's legs in his arms and quickly walked towards the top of the mountain.
At the highest point of the mountain, there is a magnificent boulder with an inscription that reads: "Mountain and Sea Wonders" and six lines of text. When Hou Jigao, a general under Qi Jiguang, a national hero of the Ming Dynasty, led his troops to Gouqi to supervise the investigation, he was so captivated by the island's spectacular scenery that he wrote these words.
Next to the "Mountain and Sea Wonders" monument is a simple little temple – the Mazu Temple, dedicated to Mazu. Every fishing season, when fishing boats are about to set sail, the fisherwomen come here to worship Mazu, praying for their families' safety while fishing.
There's a popular cafe and tea shop next to the temple. After Fang Yang and Zhou Xin arrived at the top of the mountain, Zhou Xin decided to stay there. Fortunately, this spot is also great for watching the sunset, and many people were sitting there drinking tea and chatting.
After obtaining the shop owner's consent, Fang Yang untied the easel, adjusted the angle, ground the ink, and made all the necessary preparations.
Zhou Xin's approach was simpler: she took out her camera, adjusted the focus, set up the tripod, placed the camera on the tripod, and waited to witness the beautiful sunset.
It is said that sunrise brings clarity to the world, while sunset brings gentleness to the human world.
Compared to the spectacular sunset over the sea, the sunset on Gouqi Island is imbued with the warmth and humanity of everyday life, making it all the more gentle.
From Fang Yang's current position, looking towards the sunset, there is a Hukou Waterfall directly below the mountain, with a circular inner lake hidden at the foot of the mountain. In the distance, the blue waves ripple, reflecting a rainbow of colors, like a dream!
Nearby, inside Hukou Waterfall, a dense array of small fishing boats are rowing home against the backdrop of the setting sun, the smiles of joy on the faces of every fisherman returning home.
Every detail is perfectly presented in Fang Yang's writing. The most beautiful scenery in the world is the one where you meet again when the flowers are falling. The fragrance of ripe goji berries can be faintly heard in the distance, and even the air is exceptionally sweet.
As Zhou Xin captured this beautiful moment with her camera, she inhaled the delicate fragrance of goji berries. "I'll pick some goji berries tomorrow and take them home to make you some tea."
Fang Yang was both amused and exasperated. "Do I look like someone who needs to drink goji berries in their cup?"
Zhou Xin smiled broadly, "You've been using your brain too much, why don't you soak some goji berries to replenish your energy? The goji berries here are so fragrant, and they're all organic, so they're sure to be very effective."
Fang Yang didn't want to talk anymore. He continued painting in a sullen voice, putting sadness into his paintings. The original joyful scene of a bountiful harvest was suddenly infused with a faint trace of sorrow.
After finishing the painting, Fang Yang wrote on it: "The afterglow fades into the evening glow, and in the twilight, I seek the distant mountains."
His beautiful cursive script, with its delicate and continuous strokes, fully demonstrates Fang Yang's mastery of cursive calligraphy and adds a lot of color to the main painting.
After recording the afterglow, Zhou Xin saw that Fang Yang had finished drawing, so she recorded everything truthfully. When she saw that Fang Yang had used a new font, she couldn't help but be surprised, "You can even write cursive script?"
"Cursive script isn't a difficult script to write, so what's so strange about being able to write it?"
Zhou Xin rolled her eyes. "Is it really okay for you to act like this? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten to death?"
Fang Yang stamped and signed the painting. Seeing that the ink had dried completely, he rolled it up and put it into the painting tube. "A true master doesn't reveal his skills, and a master who reveals his skills isn't a true master! My methods are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Don't be obsessed with me, I'm a legend!"
Zhou Xin made a vomiting sound, "Look at your narcissistic appearance, ptooey!"
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