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Chapter 173 Girl, your pearl hairpin fell off

It takes time and effort to make oil-paper umbrellas in the traditional way, so most of the oil-paper umbrellas you see when traveling in the Jiangnan area are industrial handicrafts.

These crafts are usually a little better looking than handmade ones.

But good looks are not the best criteria for judging a work of art.

If Ye Kai is just an ordinary tourist, he would also think that the oiled paper umbrellas in those handicraft stores look better, but he still feels that there is something lacking.But he now knows that the reason why industrial production can never replace manual work is the unique unreality.

Ridiculous, right?
It was because of that.

An excellent photographer can capture people or landscapes with [-]% authenticity, while an excellent painter can capture [-]% verve. The most important thing is this unreality.

The same scene may be two completely different landscapes in the modern mechanical equipment and in the painter's mind.

So what is shown is also different.

Ye Kai is a photographer as well as a painter. He uses photography to truly record scenes.Let everyone have their own picture in their hearts.

So the difference between a photographer and a painter is quite large.

In Ye Kai's eyes, modern craft assembly line products are completely different from traditional handmade works.

Ye Kai walked into the shop.

The name of the store is a grocery store, but the goods inside are only oil-paper umbrellas. The shelves that were originally used to hold other goods are placed with finished oil-paper umbrellas that have been dried.

"Did you make all these umbrellas by yourself?"

"Yes, I am the only one who makes handmade umbrellas in the entire West Lake scenic area. You are still in time, and these umbrellas will be sent away in two days."

Ye Kai was choosing his favorite oil-paper umbrella from the shelf, and asked curiously, "Send it away? Where? Don't you sell it in West Lake?"

"There are people in Yujie in the Southern Song Dynasty who specially collect umbrellas, and handmade umbrellas are not accepted here."

There are about fifty pieces of finished products plus semi-finished products in this room. The calligraphy and painting on the umbrella paper can't be seen for the time being when Ye Kai is folded, but those semi-finished products that have not been folded are extremely exquisite.

Some of the most common scenes in traditional Chinese paintings are depicted in ink on the white umbrella paper.

For example, the red carp in the lotus pond, the wild geese flying in the blue sky, the mandarin ducks in the water, the green lotus leaves, the pink lotus flowers, the pictures of graceful ladies and so on.

Although the standard of Chinese painting on umbrella paper is not as good as that of national players, it is undoubtedly the painstaking effort of the painter, which contains the painter's perception of Jiangnan and West Lake.

Ye Kai found an umbrella with bamboo leaves painted on it.

Compared with other umbrellas, this one is a little more elegant, because there is no big fuss on the umbrella paper, just a few falling bamboo leaves, the looming bamboo seems to be hidden in the smoke.

"That's it, how much?"

"Three hundred and two."

Compared with modern umbrellas, it is indeed more expensive.

But Ye Kai liked it very much, so he bought it. The 300 yuan handicraft is not very expensive, the important thing is that he likes it.

Opening the umbrella, Ye Kai walked out of the old store and the eaves where he had been sheltering from the rain.

The raindrops became bigger and denser.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface and broke into several small water flowers, making a pleasant sound. Ye Kai likes rainy days very much.Sitting at home on a rainy day, whether reading or sleeping, will make people feel more peaceful than usual.

But when he went out shopping in rainy days, Ye Kai really rarely had such a leisurely mood.

It was already dark, and there were no tourists in this alley.

Whether it is day or night, the lights are brightly lit here, and the yellow lights give Ye Kai a feeling of time travel, as if returning to ancient Hangzhou at this moment.

At this moment, a coolness that almost broke through the soul hit the depths of my mind.

Time seemed to slow down, but it didn't seem to.

The five senses became sensitive because of this. The sound of rainwater hitting the umbrella surface and the bluestone road seems to be a symphony that does not know when it will end. The sound of tourists playing in the distance and the sound of dogs barking...

Ye Kai walked even slower.

It is said that Jiangnan no longer has the taste of the past, but how can tens of hundreds of years dissipate the temperament of a city for thousands of years?As long as you search with your heart, you will always find the Jiangnan in your mind.

A group of tourists in the distance is walking towards Ye Kai's direction.

There are about seven or eight men and women together. Some are holding folding umbrellas, while others are holding oil-paper umbrellas bought in craft shops outside.Talking and laughing, he turned into this alley.

One of the girls was at the end of the crowd, out of tune with the cheerful atmosphere of her friends.

Her expression was the same as Ye Kai's, indifferent and hesitant.Ye Kai and her stared at each other for a few seconds, both surprised at the similarity between the other party and himself.

Ye Kai did it because he wanted to write something.

So her mind was always active, and she didn't care about the expression on her face. Now that she saw a girl similar to herself, what was she thinking about?

Both of them seemed to forget the people around them, smiled at each other, and passed each other.

After walking a long distance alone, Ye Kai looked back at that person again.

Still wandering away from his companions, his figure gradually disappeared into the rain. At this time, a strong wind blew, and a large amount of rainwater poured on the fence wall by the roadside with a "swoosh".

The rain washed away everything, and the scene I saw just now seemed to be an illusion created by Ye Kai's inspiration.

He grabbed the oil-paper umbrella and continued to walk towards the edge of the West Lake.

The original purpose of buying oil-paper umbrellas was to walk on the West Lake.I don't know if it's raining at this time, will anyone still be on the broken bridge?It's so late and it's still raining, shouldn't it be gone?

Then go back.

If there is no one on the broken bridge, then you should be able to realize your dream.

There are not many pedestrians on Beishan Road now. It rained after nightfall, and most people did not go out with umbrellas.And some tourists resting in the hotel are thinking about going out tomorrow.

So there are fewer and fewer tourists on Beishan Road.

The lights on the road are still very bright. There are lights along the road, and the broken bridge in the distance is already faintly visible. The countless small lights on the bridge turn the broken bridge into a long streamer.

This is a more beautiful beauty than ancient times.

Ye Kai may not be alone on this trip. He found someone with the same idea as himself, showing up on Beishan Road with an umbrella, and heading towards the Broken Bridge.

But there are not many people.

This is also good, the Broken Bridge is so long and wide that it can accommodate dozens of people without destroying its charm.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Ye Kai walked onto the Broken Bridge with some like-minded partners.

The street lights on the broken bridge can only be seen after a long distance, and they are almost useless. Instead, they are built on both sides of the bridge. The lights for viewing are amazingly bright.

In the lake are lotus flowers that have not yet fully bloomed. The sound of rain hitting the lotus leaves is similar to the sound of umbrellas. Only by carefully distinguishing can you distinguish the difference between the two.

How boring is it to do such a thing?

But people must have time for boredom. Boredom will make people start thinking. If we spend all day thinking about this or that, maybe this society will not be able to develop.

There is no daytime hustle and bustle on the Broken Bridge. It seems that the rain has aroused poetic sentiments in the hearts of all tourists, and everyone walks on the Broken Bridge with umbrellas.

When the young girl heard her companion's joke, she laughed twice, then quickly covered her mouth, and then smiled sweetly.As if to express embarrassment for his previous gaffe.

Show the implicit beauty of oriental women.

Seeing this scene, Ye Kai closed his eyes, the Broken Bridge in his heart was shining brightly, and countless hawkers and loud noises appeared beside him.

There are scholars selling calligraphy and paintings on the bridge, there are immortals, fortune tellers sitting in front of people, and vendors holding carts with enthusiastic white bread.

Passing by is the husband holding an umbrella for his wife, and standing by the bridge is a beautiful woman admiring the beautiful scenery under the bridge.

The lotus under the bridge is in full bloom, and the boatman is boating on the lake, and the fragrance of cherry blossoms is pervasive.

Dang!

It was as if someone's pearl hairpin had fallen behind him.

Ye Kai smiled, opened his eyes and continued walking forward, as if he heard the sound of a man chasing him.

"Girl, girl!"

"Girl, your pearl hairpin fell off."

This is the most famous legend in Hangzhou, The Legend of the White Snake. It has attracted many tourists for the Broken Bridge for thousands of years. There is a classic movie that also tells this story, the story of the White Snake.

Ye Kai even felt that when he walked on the broken bridge, there would be familiar background music in his ears.

The rain is gradually receding.

The position below the knees is already wet, and the white shoes that I bought less than a month ago seem to have returned to their home in this life. I may have to buy a new pair at a shoe store tomorrow.

If he didn't want to protect his camera, Ye Kai might have removed the umbrella directly.

Ye Kai has already arrived at Gushan from Beishan Road, and now it is time to go back. There are many tourists who don't like noise at night to visit the Broken Bridge. It seems that even in the middle of the night, there will still be tourists on the Broken Bridge.

This is the advantage of domestic attractions, and I dare not go out alone at night abroad.

Holding an umbrella, Ye Kai and the passers-by passed shoulder to shoulder, singing a familiar song.

"Beautiful scenery of the West Lake, March day~ Spring rain is like wine, willows are like smoke..."

………………

Yunshui Mountain B&B.

Zhou Yi sat on the bed, looking at her best friend with a pair of dead fish eyes.

She has the same surname as Zhou Yi, Zhou Shu, but she is not a lady at all.

"Why don't you come back? Will you encounter any danger? I said it's too dangerous to live near here? There are too many people. Nowadays, people know people, know their faces, but don't know their hearts. Ah Yi, do you think we should Go out and look for it?"

Zhou Yi nodded after seeing her girlfriend finished speaking, as if she was going to implement it immediately, and threw the pillow at her girlfriend.

"Enough! Just a star! Look at you like that!"

"A celebrity? Do you know how hard it is to meet a celebrity? The last time I met a celebrity on the street, the bodyguard wanted to isolate you a few hundred meters away. This person has zero distance contact with us!"

Zhou Yi was about to refute, but at this moment the doorbell rang.

"I'll drive!" Zhou Shu said.

She went downstairs and took a look through the cat's eyes, and found that Ye Kai was the only one, so she opened the door and let Ye Kai in.Seeing Ye Kai's half-wet clothes, he said, "Brother Kai, why are you getting wet?"

Ye Kai looked at her suspiciously, and said, "Because it's raining." Then he smiled at her and said, "Go to bed early, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

(End of this chapter)