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Du Yunyan asked someone to help him purchase ingredients. Ten minutes later, he heard someone calling him outside, wondering if the driver would come back so soon, the visitor shouted again: "Yun Yan!"

"Village head?" Du Yunyan went out, slightly surprised, and hurriedly invited someone into the house, "Come, sit inside."

The village head, with the same surname as Du, is over fifty years old. He is a kind and serious old man who is respected by the villagers, but the other party seldom comes to the B&B on his own initiative.

Seeing that they knew someone, the two dogs only shook their tails symbolically, and continued to lie down and rest under the fence in the front yard.

Du Yunyan knew that the old village chief liked to drink tea. It happened that Aunt Liu had just given him some good Maojian a few days ago, brewed a pot, put it in a small tea tray with a white porcelain teacup, and served it.

"Please."

The two picked a table at random and sat down. The village head didn't touch the teacup for a long time, and looked around the room: "Yun Yan, have there been many people coming recently?"

"It's pretty good. It's not enough to live in now. It may be busier in a few months."

"Well," he sipped his tea and said in a low voice, "that's good."

Du Yunyan didn't think he came here to drink tea and chatter: "Village Chief, do you have anything to discuss with me?"

"I can't hide it from you," the village chief bowed his head embarrassedly, "I have something I want to ask, of course this...is up to you to decide."

Du Yunyan rarely saw him stammering like this: "What's wrong?"

"It's the great director Shen Qiuming—have you heard of it?"

"I have a little impression." However, Du Yunyan's impression is only limited to the name, he doesn't watch movies and TV dramas very much, even if he knows that the other party is famous, he is far from understanding it.

"He intends to come to our village to film his next movie," the village head hesitated for a moment, "The most important thing is to finish some shooting with you."

Du Yunyan was very surprised: "B&B?"

"Yes, they need to find a hotel with a unique style for this movie. I don't know where he learned about you. He was very interested and found someone to contact me. If you are also interested, he will make a special trip to negotiate. Of course, The crew will pay the corresponding rental fee."

After the village chief finished speaking, Du Yunyan fully understood.

"Village Chief, thank you for coming to tell me about this," he said without hesitation, "but I'm sorry, I don't want to rent out the homestay for this purpose."

The atmosphere was silent for a long while. The old village head picked up the teacup, but did not put it to his mouth immediately. His eyes were almost narrowed and he looked down at his feet. The irregular shadows of the tables and chairs were reflected on the wooden floor.

"Hey," he sighed slightly, "I still understand your temperament. I should have thought about it earlier, saying so much has embarrassed you."

"How could it be?" Du Yunyan felt relieved and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry that I failed to accept your kindness." The village head must have enthusiastically recommended such an opportunity for him to do better, but he His mentality was the same as when he faced Cen Fei's invitation.

"I don't care at all. I don't want to be compared with this or that at this age. It's fine to live the rest of An An's life." The village chief drank the last sip of tea in his cup and said in a joking tone, "Who knows that it can be done?" When will I live?"

"You're joking," Du Yunyan said, "You will grow very much in the future."

The filming fell through, but the two were familiar with each other, and the awkward atmosphere didn't last long. The village head talked about the upcoming temple fair, talked about the increase in people this year, and finally mentioned his own children who settled in the city, complaining: " If only the one in my family was willing to stay like you."

"Everyone's choice is different," Du Yunyan comforted him, "If you want, you can come and sit here often."

"Okay, okay...but it's almost the end of today, I still have something to do there," he said and stood up, "Then what, I'll go back first, the filming will be postponed for you, and you should be busy with business."

"I'll take you off." Du Yunyan insisted on going out with him, and told Du Hong before leaving, "If there is a delivery person, please help me collect it."

"okay!"

Du Yunyan wanted to ride a bicycle to see him off, but the old man said that it was okay to walk, so he accompanied them down the village road, and in front of him he vaguely saw the open rapeseed field.

"Yun Yan," the village head glanced at him, "Have you been here for more than ten years?"

"Ah."

"You can be regarded as the one I watched growing up, but you were very sensible at that time."

Du Yunyan smiled slightly: "You don't just want to tell me about filming and family matters today, do you?"

"I want to tell you something from the bottom of my heart," the old man lowered his head embarrassingly, "Yun Yan, do you really like this place? Have you ever regretted it?"

"Of course not," Du Yunyan immediately continued, "I had planned to finish college and come back, but my mother encountered an accident... she just stopped going out, and it's not that bad. It's very good here, and I hope it will always be like this live on."

"Well, thanks to you taking care of Sister Yaning." The village head sighed, "I just thought it was strange if you said that the people in the village always wanted to go out and make troubles, as if they were aggrieved at home, but what about the people outside? , I think we are so good, wave after wave are willing to travel and vacation."

The fragrance of flowers in the air was getting stronger, and Du Yunyan kept silent with his hands behind his back.

"Pingliang Village is much more famous now than in the past, can you feel it?"

"Well, yes." Otherwise, it would be difficult for his homestay to maintain operations.

"There are too many people, there are advantages and disadvantages, and it will definitely be different in the future. Development is a matter of time, and the county has long wanted to find a powerful enterprise to cooperate with. It is really hard to say how to transform it in the future..." The village head said earnestly , "I know you don't like these, but you have to be mentally prepared."

Du Yunyan walked a little slower. He understood what the other party meant, and it was not without a premonition. The people in the village had a simple concept, but the leaders above might have more macro and practical considerations, and many things were beyond their control.

"I speak from my heart," the village chief continued, "you have some value, so you don't need to go outside to talk about it. We don't see each other, so we can talk behind closed doors."

"I understand," Du Yunyan said gratefully, "Thank you for telling me this."

"Let's take care of our current life first. When people really reach a fork in the road, it may not be a bad thing." The old man smiled innocently. He had to walk along the path for a while to return to his home, and bid farewell to Du Yunyan, "Just come here , get together again when we have time, and don't talk about these messy things."

"Well, walk slowly."

The old man's back became smaller and smaller, as if melting into the golden flower field, Du Yunyan turned around and walked back in the direction he came from.

The motorcycle on the village road brought up swirling dust and stopped suddenly when it approached the flower field.

"Handsome guy, there is still a long way to go." The boy on the motorcycle said to the guests in the back seat.

"It's okay, I'll be here." Gu Wenxi returned the helmet to him, paid and got out of the car.

With only a red travel bag on his back, he effortlessly caught up with the figure he had just captured in the car.

Du Yunyan was attracted by a bee staying on the stamen beside him. The little life emerged from a cluster of golden yellow, full of gifts from flowers.

The bees circled around in front of their eyes, looking for the next target.He moved his eyes away from the flower field, and was about to take a step, when a thorn grew on his back, and he felt a slight electric current passing by him, which he couldn't get rid of.

He turned his head.

The author says:

Bad, I can't write a promise again this week... I'm doing it!