Ling Chen had been forcefully dragged into the house by Zhang Xiao Xiao.
Ever since Zhang Xiao Xiao went down the valley, he knew that the village's financial situation wasn't very good.
When Zhang Xiao Xiao and the rest entered, they noticed that although there was a light switch in the room, the light was still dim.
"Uncle, we're just here to have fun. If someone invites us as guests, then you should be happy."
Zhang Xiao Xiao picked up a dish for Ling Chen and acted a little spoiled. With a hint of resentment, he said to: "This dish is really delicious. If you don't eat it today, I can guarantee that you will regret it in the future. "
Ling Chen shot a glance at Zhang Xiao Xiao, and then swept his ice-cold gaze across the faces of the other people on the dining table.
In the end, without saying a word, he ate the drumstick that Zhang Xiao Xiao brought over.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Zhang Xiao Xiao was sure that he had heard the collective exhale of everyone's breath.
Ling Chen moved his chopsticks, although he did not say much, so it was impossible for them to have a friendly conversation, but at the very least, he was able to make the atmosphere around the table more harmonious.
Although Zhang Xiao Xiao would normally not talk to strangers, he was very interested in these simple and unsophisticated minorities. The reason this interest was born was largely because of her specialization in design.
After eating, Zhang Xiao Xiao and the village chief's wife looked like they could already chat and laugh together. Although the other party's accent was a little heavy, which was a little difficult for Zhang Xiao Xiao to communicate with, it was still okay, he just had to work hard.
When the village chief's wife heard that Zhang Xiao Xiao was very interested in their national attire, she was very happy. She took the initiative to take out the clothes and silver ornaments that she usually wore during festivals to show her.
Inside an old-fashioned wooden building with dim light, Zhang Xiao Xiao was holding a silver bracelet that was beautifully crafted.
She sincerely said to the Village Head's wife, "This bracelet is really great. Is this design passed down from your generation here? Would anyone do it now? It's really too beautiful. "
Designing this kind of thing was very important to understand what was beautiful, and the inheritances of these races were many from nature, myths, and all sorts of other places. After being refined, they would leave behind the most beautiful things.
The village chief's wife blushed from Zhang Xiao Xiao's praise, and said embarrassedly: "There aren't many people who can cook that well anymore. However, there are some who aren't pretty. If there is such a thing, why are they saying it's pretty?
Zhang Xiao Xiao carefully put the bracelet back in the box and then said to the Village Chief's wife, "How could that be? Auntie, have you heard of it? What belongs to the nation is the world. Beautiful things are always beautiful, just like your valley. You are just used to it. "So, there are a lot of things that you can't feel, but if you show the scenery to the people outside, they will think that this is the last paradise in the world."
The middle-aged lady who had not interacted much with the outside world could roughly understand what Zhang Xiao Xiao meant, but she did not know how to continue. At this time, the Village Chief filled up a new bag of smoke and walked over.
The village chief tidied up the black cloak on his body with one hand and said to Zhang Xiao Xiao with a face full of pride, "What you guys saw was not considered a paradise. Let me tell you this, there is a Immortal Lake at the back of the valley, that's the real beauty."
Speaking of this name that seemed to be filled with myths, Zhang Xiao Xiao became even more interested.
Her eyes lit up as she asked the village chief, "Why are you called Immortal Lake? Is there a story about this lake? "
The village chief puffed on his pipe and said to Zhang Xiao Xiao: "Of course there's a story. Look at our village, we live in the valley. The ancestors all said that we were guarding the Immortal Lake and could not leave for generations. "
Zhang Xiao Xiao was like a child who surrounded a child who heard about books and asked excitedly: "Then why do we have to guard the Immortal Lake? Is there any legend about the Immortal Lake itself? "
"This story is a long one."
The village chief knocked the smoke off the edge of the bench.
He raised his head, as if recalling something. When he smiled, the deep imprint of time that was carved into the corners of his eyes would become even more obvious.
"There was a rumor saying that this place is not a valley at all. Until our ancestors came here to avoid the war. But at that time, there was no place for them to hide, so they prayed to heaven to give them a way out. It was at that moment that an immortal appeared before their eyes. He pointed to a depression in the ground. After seeing such a valley, everyone hurriedly ran into it. Later on, this was the place where all the generations of people lived. There are many things that change, and flowers, plants and trees all have to follow the cycle of reincarnation. However, there is only that Immortal Lake in the depths of the valley, and it will never change. "
Zhang Xiao Xiao was very interested in this kind of myths. Even if it was possible that many myths were just for show, but every time he heard them, he would always find them interesting.
However, although she was interested, the other person was not.
From the beginning till the end, when the village chief told the entire mythical story, Ling Chen was obviously not listening to it.
It was as if all the myths and interesting things in this world were inferior to the person in front of him, allowing him to concentrate on guarding them.
After dinner, the village chief told them that he would have Zhou Cheng bring them to the Immortal Lake to play tomorrow.
Zhang Xiao Xiao was quite satisfied with this arrangement, she coincidentally planned to take a walk around the village this afternoon.
She was surprised to find that her turn had not taken her long.