You are my 90,000-mile galaxy

In other words, as long as you pursue happiness and love truly, that's enough.

It's just that she didn't expect that Ye Ling didn't tire of herself, and even treated herself very naturally and kindly.This made Lin Xie very happy.

It's not the kindness of fans, but the intimacy of friends.

Lin Xie waved at Peng Churan, and ran away in a few bounces.

·

When Lin Xie passed by a house, a man who looked like an old man was sitting at the door weaving bamboo strips.

He found that the people here were all wearing their own ethnic clothes, and no one was dressed in everyday simple clothes—except for the program group.

The uncle looks not young, with gray hair but bright eyes, hale and hearty, dark skin under the strong ultraviolet rays, calluses left by labor on his hands, and skillful and quick weaving of bamboo strips.

Lin Xie stepped forward to strike up a conversation: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

The thin yellow bamboo strips are densely woven at the bottom, and the top is getting sparser and hollowed out.

Looks like a fish catcher?

That's too small, just a little bigger than a palm.

The uncle smiled at him, and said in unproficient Mandarin: "Gourd pot!"

His voice was loud and he spoke with force.

Lin Xie didn't understand: "What pot?"

Uncle: "Gourd! Gourd pot!"

Seeing that Lin Xie still looked confused, he stuffed the things in his hand to Lin Xie, stood up and walked towards the door.

Lin Xie:? ? ?

what?What's the meaning?

I just asked two sentences, did you piss people off?

But he smiled brightly...

The sound of the uncle's footsteps became farther and farther away, then he turned back and appeared at the door.

Lin Xie still maintained a half-squatting posture, looked up at him, and found that the uncle was holding out several gourds of different sizes.

The uncle raised the gourd in his hand: "Gourd pot! Gourd!"

He swung the gourd, and there was a sound when it hit.

Only then did Lin Xie understand: "Oh, oh, gourd! What is the gourd pot for?"

Seeing that he understood, the uncle took the gourd and sat on his stone pier again.He put a few gourds on the ground, patted the stone pier beside him and signaled Lin Xie to sit down.

Lin Xie handed him back the bamboo strip in his hand, squatted and took a step, turned around and sat down.

The uncle made up something and said to him: "Put the gourd in and carry it with a rope. When you go hunting and working, you can hold wine and tea. The base is stable."

Lin Xie picked up a gourd and looked at it: "You still hunt now?"

Doesn’t the country protect the mountains and forests? The animals that are still alive and jumping are basically protected animals, right?

Oh, and rabbits and pheasants...

The uncle smiled: "I don't go there very much, now I farm, dance and sing, and rarely hunt, but I also go."

He raised the things in his hands: "It's a craft, it's not good to break it. It can be sold for money after weaving it, a specialty product."

Lin Xie felt that the village was well-maintained and orderly, the bluestone road was flat and plain, and there was no rubbish on the side of the road, and the weeds and vines were vibrant but not too messy. It was a good place to experience life, travel and relax.

Lin Xie asked him, "Is this a tourist attraction?"

The uncle smiled heartily: "Where is the resort? It's a place for singing and dancing. It's fun. Some people come to play. You also said hello to us before you came, saying that you want to help us spread culture. Hey, I don't understand."

While talking, his subordinates kept moving. Lin Xie watched him pick a gourd and put it in, and started weaving the net on it along the arc of the gourd, and weaved twice in a short while.

Lin Xie sat and watched him make things. The uncle was not shy, he was very optimistic and cheerful.

Lin Xie took over the finished product. The bottom is a fine cushion, which can be placed firmly on the ground.

The uncle took another bamboo strip from his feet and wanted to continue weaving. He tilted his head and asked Lin Xie, "Do you want to try?"

Lin Xie: "Sure!"

Lin Xie readily took it, and followed the uncle to learn a little bit.

The uncle explained the main points to him, and slowed down to teach him step by step. He couldn't stop laughing when he saw Lin Xie's crooked weaving.

After laughing, he took it back and adjusted it himself, maybe because he was too happy, he suddenly sang.

Lin Xie couldn't understand the Lahu language used, but he could tell that the uncle was very happy now, and even laughed at him for his clumsiness.

Lin Xie kept time with the uncle's singing and couldn't stop laughing.

The uncle stopped after singing a few lines and asked Lin Xie, "Can you play the guitar?"

Lin Xie's eyes lit up: "Uncle will also?"

"Hey," he smiled and stood up, "you wait."

He ran home in a hurry, and then da da da ran back, holding a guitar in his hand.

"I'll teach you one of our songs." The uncle said this, put the guitar on his back neatly, stood there and adjusted his posture, and then the whole person changed his posture and danced with his hands and feet.

Lin Xie sat on the ground and looked up to see this rather old man singing happily in front of her. He played and sang without delaying his brisk dance steps. His high-pitched, loud and clear voice rang out in the village.

"Come on!" The uncle signaled Lin Xie to get up, "One sentence from me, one sentence from you."

Lin Xie opened her mouth and smiled: "Okay!"

·

After singing along with the uncle for a while, and then squatting there to barely make a base slightly visible, Lin Xie sat up straight and let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Xie: "Ah——this is quite difficult to make up."

Uncle: "You sing well! You're a little bit worse at making things up."

Lin Xie watched him quickly change his pattern and start walking up.

Lin Xie: "Slow down, I don't understand."

The uncle took it back again: "Oh, look, just like this, like this, and like this again, wouldn't it be fine!"

Lin Xie: "..."

The wording was so familiar that he couldn't help but recall Peng Churan's fear of being dominated by the weaving lady just now.

Lin Xie: "Slow down, slow down, slow down, I don't understand."

Uncle: "You are so stupid!"

I was singing happily just now, but now I think I'm stupid.Lin Xie looked at him helplessly.

Uncle: "Come, come, read it again." After talking and complaining, the uncle dutifully disassembled these steps and went back, repeating them to Lin Xie.

……

After Lin Xie stuffed the gourd in and finished weaving it, more than half an hour had passed.

He picked a small gourd, only half the size of the uncle's.

Uncle: "It's so simple, it took you so long."

Lin Xie: "...It's my first time making this up!"

Uncle: "When I was young, you could weave faster than you. Look, you are crooked. You can't sell it."

Lin Xie snatched it back from him and hid it behind her back: "I made it up! I bought it, and I'll take it away!"

The uncle laughed: "You made it up, you don't need money if you take it away."

Lin Xie snorted: "I don't, I want another one you made up, and I'll give you the money."

Uncle: "You are a guest, I like you, I will see you off."

Seeing his bright smile, Lin Xie couldn't help laughing: "Then I'll sing for you."

Uncle: "Okay!"

XY's song is not suitable for this place, Lin Xie thought about it and chose the old song "Hope".It used to be popular all over the country, and few of the older generation have never heard of this song.Even if the uncle has never heard it, listening to this song will resonate more.

Moreover, this is one of Ye Ling's favorite songs.

Lin Xie is relatively familiar.

Playing the uncle's guitar, Lin Xie played and sang in the open space in front of his door, and the uncle hummed along with him.

I recorded this scene with the filming teacher. The young people from the city and the elders of the ethnic minorities in remote villages communicated with each other through an old song and music, and connected each other.

After singing a song, Lin Xie returned the guitar to the uncle, not forgetting to carry the two gourds that he had agreed to give to him.

Lin Xie: "Alright, I have to go."

The uncle waved his hand: "Slow down, slow down."

He walked home again, but Lin Xie stood there in a daze.

The uncle probably just entered a door, with one foot still outside, turned around and stepped out after taking something.

Uncle: "Here you are."

He handed over a card.

Lin Xie took it and flipped through it: "What is this? Eh, bamboo strip culture?"

On the front is a basket woven with bamboo strips, on the back there are four characters "Bamboo Strips Culture", and below it there is a line of small characters - one of the traditional cultures of the Lahu nationality, bamboo strips weaving.

Lin Xie: "..."

What is this card?

He raised his head and asked, "Did the director team ask you to give it to me?"

Uncle: "After learning, I will give it."

Lin Xie: "..."

Is it really an exploration of traditional skills?

So sister Chu Ran has learned weaving, can she also get the card?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Peng Churan coming from a side road.

After Peng Churan appeared at the intersection, she saw Lin Xie standing not far away, and she waved and shouted: "Tingting!"

Lin Xie turned around after hearing the voice: "Sister!"

Peng Churan squeezed the card in his hand: "I have an extra card!"

Lin Xie also took the card and waved to her: "I have an extra card too!"

Ye Ling heard the conversation between the two here not far away, he walked quickly a few steps and appeared at another intersection.

Seeing Ye Ling's figure, Lin Xie's eyes lit up: "Ms. Ye!"

Ye Ling raised her eyebrows, calling Peng Churan "sister", and calling me "Teacher Ye"?I am younger than Mr. Peng.

Ye Ling thought for a while, and simply stood there, raised the card in her hand, imitating the conversation between the two: "I have two more cards!"

Lin Xie:? ? ?

Fuck, it's my idol!

Really great!

card

Several people compared their own experience and came to the conclusion that "learning a craft can be good or bad".

Peng Churan: "What's the use of this?"

Ye Ling flipped through the two cards in her hand. On the back was the name of the skill, and then there was a line of small characters "one of the traditional cultures of the Lahu people"