The drizzle was like silk, covering the distant mountains with a white gauze like a cicada's wing.

The rain moistened the petals and penetrated the earth.

The group did not stay in Yangcheng for long. They left quietly on the third day, and did not even attract the attention of many fans.

After leaving Yangcheng, they went all the way north, and did not even go to the nearest Pengcheng.

Everyone agreed that there was nothing fun in such a prosperous metropolis, and it was inconvenient to travel with so many people.

Five days later, the group entered the territory of Xijiang.

Different from other self-driving tour routes, they all went west or in the same direction, or went around the country.

But when these girls first made a plan, they went south from Shangdu, then north to Yangcheng, and then south after arriving in Jingchu.

It was like countless "S" shapes, playing in the south of China first, then going north from Lhasa, and playing in the north again, not missing every place, a real self-driving tour across the country.

Three days later, everyone arrived in Xinzhou, which was one of the places they wanted to go to in the self-driving tour plan at the beginning.

One of the most famous attractions is Wuyuan Huangling.

However, one of the stops of the trip was in Likeng Village, an ancient village outside Huangling.

The architectural style here is unique, mostly Hui-style architecture, and it is a treasure trove of sketching and photography.

After parking the car, holding up an umbrella and buying tickets, the group walked into the scenic area.

Sure enough, people who take photos and sketch can be seen everywhere, and even rainy days can't stop their enthusiasm.

Especially there are quite a few students who sketch.

Some students sit in the pavilion to paint, while others hold big umbrellas to paint below.

Jiang Yuebai and his group walked by, trying not to attract the attention of others.

When they entered the village entrance, they saw a big camphor tree.

"Look, what a beautiful stream." Xia Ziyuan saw the water for the first time, like a small waterfall.

"This is the entrance to the village, right?"

"Xiaobai, take a picture for me."

"Be careful, don't fall down."

"Don't worry."

Witnessing this beautiful scenery, the sound of the gurgling stream echoed in my ears, as if my mind and body were completely relaxed.

Walking upstream along this stream, you can see the whole picture of Likeng Village.

The pink walls and black tiles and the misty rain complement each other, and the ink-and-wash Jiangnan came into being.

The red lanterns hanging on the houses lit up this ink painting.

Every household is connected by a small bridge, forming a picture of small bridges, flowing water, and people.

Such a scene can easily give people a sense of being in a Jiangnan water town that is detached from the world but hidden in the fireworks of the world.

The ancient buildings in the village are staggered, the bluestone slabs are crisscrossed, and the streets and streams in the village are connected, winding and winding.

There is actually a large-scale ancient stage inside. You can imagine what it would be like when performing operas.

Likeng Village is not big, and it only takes about two hours to walk around.

Some people say that this place is not worth the 55 yuan ticket, just like its name, it is a rip-off.

But Jiang Yuebai thinks that it is worth the ticket price to see such a unique village.

After all, this is an appetizer. Everyone was originally planning to go to Huangling, and just happened to come and see it on the way.

But taking pictures on rainy days is really good.

When everyone turned around and prepared to leave the scenic area and go to Huangling, Jiang Yuebai was attracted by the students in the pavilion on the side of the road.

Unlike the color paintings of other students, the students in this pavilion are actually painting Chinese paintings.

Obviously, those who paint colors are high school students, and these should be college students.

This made Jiang Yuebai stop and admire.

Even his companions walked away without noticing.

"Huh? Where's Xiaobai?" Long Zhan was the first to discover that there was one person missing in the team.

Everyone was holding an umbrella, and they didn't notice it at first.

"Yeah, where's Xiaobai?"

"Is Xiaobai missing?"

"Was he kidnapped?"

"How is that possible? With Xiaobai's skills, few people can beat him." Long Zhan knew clearly how powerful Jiang Yuebai was.

It's not in vain to practice Bajiquan for so long.

"Meow..." Even Tang Bao in Xia Ziyuan's arms cried out.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Let's go back and look for him."

Everyone had to walk back along the road, and finally saw Jiang Yuebai's figure in a pavilion.

At this time, he was concentrating on watching these students painting, and these students obviously didn't realize that there was a person standing behind them.

Outside the pavilion, there was a beautiful scene. The lotus in the pond stood tall and graceful, and with the nourishment of the drizzle, it looked even more delicate and beautiful.

Crystal clear water drops rolled on the lotus leaves, as if they were as bright as pearls.

The surrounding trees were particularly green, and the green mountains in the distance looked even more hazy.hazy.

In Jiang Yuebai's opinion, these students' paintings are pretty good, similar to Quan Shanfei and others.

"Xiaobai, you are here, we have been looking for you for a long time." Su Ying'er walked into the pavilion.

"Sorry, I want to stop and take a look, I forgot to tell you."

"Meow..."

"What are you looking at?" Long Zhan asked.

"Yuebai!?"

Before Jiang Yuebai could answer, the surprised voices of the group of students behind him came out.

Originally, they were painting here just to be quiet and enjoy the fun of painting in the rain.

However, some noise suddenly came from behind at an inappropriate time. I wanted to reprimand them, but found that these people were actually mirages.

In addition to surprise, there was more joy.

Few of them, art students, did not know Jiang Yuebai.

It's not about his songs, but his paintings.

Jiang Yuebai's paintings during college were said to be magical, and later these works were uploaded to the Internet, attracting widespread attention.

As Jiang Yuebai's paintings spread on the Internet, many Chinese painting masters couldn't help but express sincere admiration after seeing his paintings.

After some masters studied Jiang Yuebai's paintings in depth, they gave high praise generously, and some even felt inferior to him.

They believed that Jiang Yuebai was not only skilled, but also superior to ordinary masters in expressing emotions and thoughts, which was difficult for many Chinese painting masters to achieve.

This made Jiang Yuebai a master-level figure in the hearts of many art students, and he could be compared with those Taishan Beidou in the Chinese painting world.

Not only that, some art schools also included many of Jiang Yuebai's paintings in their textbooks, so that more students can learn and understand the artistic essence of his works.

"Are you really Yuebai? And Ying'er, A Zhan..."

"Ah..."

Several other students also screamed at this moment.

"Hello!" Su Ying'er waved her hand.

"Hello everyone," Long Zhan followed and greeted, "Xiaobai, you haven't told me what you were watching yet?"

"I just watched them draw for a while." Jiang Yuebai took a step to the side, revealing the students and paintings behind him.

"The paintings are very beautiful, but they are still a little behind Xiaobai."

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