Great Medicine Without Borders

Chapter 145: mountain lake waste

  Chapter 145 Mountain and lake useless people

Mo Han showed Xu Chunliang the few photos he had just taken, and Xu Chunliang browsed through them. Anyway, none of them looked good, so he complained, "What kind of skill are you doing? I can be photographed by you even with my looks. It has to be like a horse monkey."

  Mo Han couldn't help laughing: "Because of the angle, shoot from above. Besides, I don't usually take pictures of people."

  Xu Chunliang waved his hand, he found a location, and asked Mo Han to take two retakes for him, but Mo Han was speechless, thinking he wanted to greet him.

  Mo Han helped him take a few photos. At this time, Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao also climbed up, and Xu Chunliang invited them to come and take a group photo.

  Mo Han was completely speechless, Xu Chunliang really didn't regard herself as an outsider, but regarded her as a professional photographer.

  Yan Huiyi is also a photography enthusiast. When she saw the equipment Mo Han used, her eyes were straightened. She used a customized version of the Leica M10R.

  Xu Chunliang didn't introduce him either. Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao thought that Xu Chunliang was a social cow, and he could strike up a conversation with anyone he met. How could they know that these two had known each other for a long time.

  Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao didn't intend to disturb others. After taking the photos, they went to the side to look at the scenery. Mo Han showed the photos they took to Xu Chunliang, and Xu Chunliang said that she took them well.

   "If you are not satisfied, I can delete it immediately."

   "Don't, you're better than me anyway. By the way, what are you doing here alone? There are snakes on the mountain."

  Mo Han said: "You don't care about me!"

   "You will have no friends with this attitude."

   "I don't need it." Mo Han looked up at the sky, and at this moment the sky actually started to turn cloudy.

  Yan Huiyi's voice came from a distance: "Xiao Xu, it seems to be raining, let's go down the mountain quickly."

  Jin Yonghao suggested that they go down the mountain from the east slope, where the mountain is relatively gentle, and it is also the road most often used by people. Mo Han climbed up that road just now.

  The four of them went down the mountain together, and before halfway there, a heavy rain came unexpectedly.

  Mo Han is carrying professional equipment, not to mention waterproof outerwear, and a raincoat in his backpack.

  Compared to her, the three of Xu Chunliang were too embarrassed, unprepared, and drenched in water in a blink of an eye. Mo Han gave them a waterproof bag and asked them to put their mobile phones in it.

  The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even the mountain road could not be seen clearly. Jin Yonghao pointed to the stone house in front and suggested to take shelter inside, because it was too dangerous to go down the mountain in the rain.

   When they came to the yard, Jin Yonghao said loudly, "Is anyone there?"

An old man came out with an oilcloth umbrella. He had a gloomy face at first, but when he saw Xu Chunliang, he immediately smiled and said, "Director Xu, it's you!" This old man is He Shouren, He Tiantian's father. Always lived in the mountains.

  Two days ago, I accompanied my daughter and granddaughter to live on the boat for a few days, mainly because I was worried that my granddaughter’s illness would recur again. Seeing that she was in normal condition, he came back immediately. He was used to living alone.

  He Shouren hurriedly invited them into the stone house.

  The two stone huts were not very big, and He Shouren usually didn't feel it when he lived alone, but now that there were four more adults, it suddenly seemed cramped.

  He Shouren found a brazier, lit some charcoal, and asked them to sit beside them to dry their clothes.

  Mohan is fully equipped and not wet at all.

  Yan Huiyi sneezed several times in succession, and squatted beside the brazier to warm up the fire. It was really cold, and Jin Yonghao was not much better than him.

   Xu Chunliang has a strong physique and is fine. He wiped his head with a dry towel.

  He Shouren went to the kitchen next door to make some **** soup for them to sweat to prevent them from catching cold.

  Mohan raised her wrist to check the time. It was twelve o'clock at noon. She didn't know when the rain would stop, so she got up to help.

  Yan Huiyi asked curiously: "Xiao Xu, have you known each other for a long time?"

  Xu Chunliang said: "Who are you talking about?"

  Yan replied: "The girl who took the photo."

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "I just met you."

  Jin Yonghao glanced out the window, the rain was not only not small, but it was getting bigger, he sighed and said, "How can it be raining when it was sunny just now?"

  He Shouren came in with two bowls of **** soup, and they hurried over to pick them up. Mo Han also brought out a bowl and handed it to Xu Chunliang, who said he didn't need it.

  He Shouren said: "This rain will last for at least two hours, let's wait until the rain stops before leaving. I'll get some food, and you can make do with it."

  Yan Huiyi's stomach was already growling: "Then please trouble Mr. He."

  Mo Han took the initiative to help He Shouren.

  Jin Yonghao called the hospital and told them that he would not go back until later.

   Not long after, the aroma of food came from the next door. He Shouren stewed an old rooster and put some noodles on it, which are called Diguotie cakes locally. I also stewed a ground three delicacies with eggplant, potatoes, and beans, and also put palm-sized pancakes on it.

  He went directly to the table with the iron pan, and said to them: "There is nothing delicious on this mountain, so you can eat whatever you want, and please forgive me if you don't greet well."

  Yan replied: "This is already very rich, Mr. He, thank you very much, you are our great savior, if you didn't take us in, we would have to freeze to death on the mountain."

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "How could it be so exaggerated?"

  He Shouren found a bare bottle of Yanghe Daqu: "Are you drinking?" He usually doesn't drink, so it's unknown when a relative left this bottle of wine.

  Xu Chunliang said: "No more drinking, we will leave after the rain is over after we are full."

  He Shouren asked them to eat first, and if there was not enough cake, he could post it again.

   It may be because of the cold and hunger, the food was extraordinarily sweet, and Yan Huiyi's meal looked like his youth again, and he hadn't eaten such an authentic ground pot dish for many years.

  He Shouren told him that the main reason is that the ingredients are pollution-free vegetarian dishes and free-range pheasants, and the firewood is chopped and mountain spring water is used for cooking, which cannot be cooked in the city.

   Several people expressed their feelings again. Although life is getting better and better now, the food they eat is getting more and more unhealthy.

  Mo Han said: "Mr. He must be very familiar with the situation in Shiliangshan?"

He Shouren nodded. Due to the altitude of Shiliang Mountain, there are no particularly rich products on the mountain. The biggest specialty is mountain spring water, except for mushrooms. It turns out that mountain spring water can be sold for money, but now even the locals come to fetch water from the mountains.

  He Shouren originally chose to live on the mountain in order to be clean, because more and more people went up the mountain, and the clean life was also disrupted.

  Xu Chunliang said that with the development of Weishan Island, it is more difficult for him to get quiet.

  Get up and go to the wooden table on the side, on which are the Four Treasures of the Study, where He Shouren usually writes.

  On the wooden case, He Shouren copied half of the "Diamond Sutra", which was not finished because of their visit. The whole article is written in thin gold script, Xu Chunliang praised: "Teacher He's handwriting skills are very deep!"

  He Shouren said modestly: "It's just a copy."

  Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao also came together. Intellectuals are very interested in calligraphy and painting, especially Yan Huiyi. He usually likes to dance and ink, and he is also a director of the Municipal Book Association.

  Yan Huiyi also began to criticize. He has limited eyesight, but he can also see that He Shouren's handwriting is good. As for how good it is, it is beyond the point.

  Jin Yonghao is more amateurish than Yan Huiyi. When encountering this kind of situation, when his subordinates habitually praise the leader, he introduces Yan Huiyi as a master of calligraphy and a director of Dongzhou Calligraphy Association.

  As soon as he praised it, Yan Huiyi naturally had a bright face, and asked He Shouren if he had joined the Calligraphy Association along the topic. If not, he could introduce it.

  He Shouren is more modest, saying that his level is not good enough to join the Book Association.

  Yan Hui said with a smile: "Mr. He is modest. I think your writing level is not low. You can join the Municipal Book Association. I can introduce you."

  He Shouren shook his head again and again. In fact, he looked down on organizations like book associations from the bottom of his heart. His writing was purely a hobby, and he didn't think about proving anything.

  Jin Yonghao said: "Yanyuan, I think there are pens, inks, papers and inkstones here, why don't you show them too, let us open our eyes."

  He wanted to flatter Yan Huiyi out of good intentions, but it was a bit too much, they were guests, and the host didn't speak, so it was inappropriate for him to say that.

  Yan Huiyi was actually eager to try it in his heart, and pretended to say: "No need."

  He Shouren said: "Principal Yan, you're welcome, it's good for everyone to discuss with each other."

  Yan Huiyi pretended to be reluctant, but still picked up the brush, and Jin Yonghao hurriedly helped him grind the ink.

  Yan replied: "I usually write cursive script mostly, so I will write a cursive script and give it to Mr. He."

  Xu Chunliang saw this in his eyes and secretly wanted to laugh. What is called "hands-on-hand"? Although He Shouren's thin golden body did not escape the scope of imitation, his cursive script already had the style of a master.

  You Yan Huiyi not only want to write cursive script, but also give it to others. You really don’t know how much you are.

  Jin Yonghao is even more ridiculous, probably flattering has become a habit, Yan Huiyi is about to leave, you still shoot so hard, figure out the situation and then shoot, okay?

  Yan Huiyi picked up the pen, closed his eyes, and concentrated his energy. Although he didn't know how his handwriting was, he had a good posture.

  Yan Huiyi wrote a piece of "Humble Room Ming". The characteristic of cursive script is that the whole text is almost connected with each other and completed in one go.

  Xu Chunliang glanced at it, and saw that Yan Huiyi had worked **** cursive script, but the writing was so-so, to be precise, he got the shape but not the spirit.

  After Yan Huiyi finished writing, Jin Yonghao praised: "Good calligraphy! Yan Yuan, your calligraphy already has the charm of Wang Xizhi."

  Xu Chunliang sighed secretly, you have to master the scale when flattering, it’s too much, it’s shameless to shoot, Wang Xizhi is indeed a master of a generation, but Wang Xizhi is not a grass saint.

  Yan Huiyi’s calligraphy is obviously a copy of Zhang Zhi’s. The biggest feature of Zhang Zhi’s cursive script is the abandonment of wild goose tails, enhanced continuous strokes, and reduced strokes.

  Yan Huiyi's writing is a bit deliberate, and the words are connected from beginning to end, and some simplified words are not recognized by parents.

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