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Once the Spring Festival is over, time is like a wild donkey that can’t stop running.

It was rainy and pattering in spring. Guo Ling cycled to work as usual. Although she was wearing a raincoat, she was still a little cold.

She didn't get much rest last night, mainly because of the "love letter". The young man from Qilihe was still writing and sending love letters to her, and she was still giving guidance and revisions.

She thought she couldn't keep writing like this and then never publish it, right?

So starting from Valentine's Day this year, Guo Ling opened a very small column in the County Evening News, only as big as a tofu cube, called "Love Letters". She has published excerpts from several of Yang Erbao's love letters in the column. .

She felt that Yang Erbao had a talent for writing. Many of the contents he wrote were really touching, especially at the end. He wrote a lot about things in the mountains. When he was a child, he and his girlfriend rode sheep together, caught loaches in the stream together, and walked four miles together. Go to school.

These bits and pieces of events are vivid in front of Guo Ling, just like her childhood.

The story of childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts is particularly touching in Yang Erbao's simple words.

"Hello, sister!" Guo Ling suddenly heard someone calling her.

He was stunned for a moment before he saw a girl standing in front of the newspaper office.

This girl is about 20 years old, with a slim figure and a pretty face. Her eyes are particularly eye-catching and give people a very smart feeling.

"Hello, little sister, is there something wrong with you?"

The girl's cheeks were slightly red and she said:

"Sister, are you from the Evening News Agency?"

Guo Ling said: "Yes, my surname is Guo. Have you submitted articles to the newspaper?"

Yongping Evening News often receives manuscripts from young literary and artistic people, and the editors of the newspaper often meet them at the door.

The girl shook her head and said:

"Sister Guo, I saw a column and I want to ask Sister Guo if the Yang Erbao who wrote the column lives in the county!"

"what?"

Guo Ling's heart skipped a beat and she blurted out:

"Who are you? Have you read this column?"

The girl's face turned even redder. She squeezed Nono for a long time before saying, "Sister Guo, my name is Chen Xiaolu... I... I am also from Qilihe!"

Guo Ling was stunned for a moment. She looked at the girl in front of her and was speechless.

The girl's appearance was far from what she imagined. She thought that a girl who went out to the countryside would have a completely different image after working hard outside, but the girl in front of her was still so simple.

Guo Ling opened the door of the newspaper office, invited Chen Xiaolu in, and asked Chen Xiaolu seriously about his situation.

Chen Xiaolu told her that her uncle was seriously ill and needed a lot of money. She didn't want to see her uncle die, so she quietly went out to work with her sisters in the village without telling Yang Erbao.

Guo Ling asked: "Then why did you come back?"

Chen Xiaolu said:

"I called my uncle and he said that the town government has made arrangements for him to be hospitalized. He just had an operation and is no longer in danger of getting sick. From now on, he only needs to be treated with medication at home!"

Guo Ling asked again. When it came to Yang Erbao, the girl's eyes became misty. It was obvious that the girl also liked Yang Erbao very much. She couldn't wait to see him right away!

While Guo Ling was talking to the girl, everyone in the newspaper office went to work one after another. When a group of editors heard that the girl was Chen Xiaolu, everyone gathered around curiously. With your words and my words, everyone regarded this girl as a relative.

After Chen Fusheng got to work and learned about the situation, he clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, okay, Xiaolu girl! I'll call a bus right away. There are so many of us taking you off, and let's go to your Qili River together! I heard that your hometown is very beautiful, and we are in need of a good tour guide!

Erbao is waiting for you in the village now. After you return, you and Erbao can be our tour guides together! "

Chen Fusheng was a literary man with a romantic temperament. He immediately called Cao Rui. When Cao Rui heard that people from the newspaper were going to Qili River, what else could he say? He immediately called Wei Wei and rented their house. The shuttle bus brought Chen Fusheng's newspaper office and some cultural figures engaged in photography, painting, calligraphy, and poetry invited by Chen Fusheng to Qilihe.

Coincidentally, after three or four months of efficient construction, the hardening of Qitao Highway has been completed, and the installation of guardrails on the side of the wall-mounted highway is also in full swing. This time is the Qingming Festival, and Taohuapu serves as a tea base. The air is filled with the aroma of tea.

After the car arrived at Qilihe Government, Cao Rui did not arrange for them to get off and drove directly to Taohuapu.

Strangely enough, it was still raining when we got up in the morning. After the guests arrived at Qilihe from the county seat, the weather actually improved. Most of the guests on the car had never been to Qilihe. When the car reached Guabi Highway, the weather improved. There was an exclamation.

Some people were scared, some were excited, some photography enthusiasts asked the driver to stop, and some timid people were trembling.

The sky that had just rained seemed to have been washed away. The jagged peaks and canyons were just getting the smell of spring, and the air was filled with fragrance. When the car drove into the black tunnel, countless people screamed in an instant.

After the scream, the light returned, and the scenery in front of me changed instantly. There were fields as far as the eye could see. Tujia-style houses were lined up in rows among the scattered fields. There was the scent of processed tea leaves in the air. Driving on the road seemed like something out of a picture.

So beautiful!

A group of photographers who had been impatient for a long time rebelled collectively this time. The driver had to stop the car, the photographers got out of the car carrying their equipment, and the painters and sketchers couldn't walk anymore. Got it.

Cao Rui saw this scene in the car and simply asked everyone to get off. Anyway, it was only a mile or two from here to the village. Everyone walked slowly along the way. This beautiful scenery was enough to make anyone forget their fatigue. .

Chen Fusheng suddenly shouted:

"Cao Rui, where are you looking?"

Chen Fusheng pointed with his finger in the direction of the field, and saw the young man running from a distance like flying. The young man seemed to have just thrown away his work, because he was wearing a straw hat and his feet were bare.

The road in the field was bumpy, but the young man didn't care. He went round and round as if he were walking on flat ground.

When I got closer, I could see it with my eyes. Who was this if it wasn't Yang Erbao?

Yang Erbao has tanned again and lost weight, but there is a wildness all over this child, and that youthful and joyful escape has attracted the attention of countless people.

"Little road, little road..."

Yang Erbao called Chen Xiaolu's name. Chen Xiaolu's face turned red, but her brows were filled with joy. She ran forward two steps, turned around and saw so many people around her, and stopped again with a red face.

But although she stopped, she had no way to retreat. She just stood there, and Yang Erbao ran to her like flying. Everyone thought that Yang Erbao would pick up the girl, but Erbao stood right in front of the woman. , looking at her smiling.

Cao Rui was fascinated when he saw it from the side, but heard a "click" sound. It turned out that a photographer had recorded the image of this moment on film. Guo Ling stood beside Chen Fusheng in despair, with tears all over her face. .

"Why do so many people come back?"

Yang Erbao asked Chen Xiaolu.

Chen Xiaolu said: "They sent me as a gift, saying they wanted to see the scenery of our Peach Blossom Shop and let us be our guides!"

"Okay, okay! Let's take the guests to Peach Blossom Mountain and Peach Blossom Reservoir..."

The boy and the girl struck up a conversation, and then there was endless talk.

Chen Xiaolu was a girl after all. She turned around and said to Chen Fusheng and others behind her:

"President, my village headquarters is in front of me. We will be there in a moment after walking over!"

A group of people walked forward in the peach blossom field. Everyone was enveloped by the picturesque scenery and the abundant spring. Walking in front of the crowd was a pair of Tujia lovers. The two held hands and walked happily, just like the mountains. Goats walking back and forth.

Because there are guests coming today, Taohuapu Village has prepared a bonfire in advance. Because it is still early, the first to greet the guests is the Tujia Majestic Drum Team, then the Nine-Size Whip Team, and finally the waving dance team composed of girls.

Since 2005, Qilihe has vigorously developed the tourism industry, and culture and tourism are not separated. Cao Rui and Qin Ke are determined to increase investment in building a town-level cultural station. They have allocated more than one million yuan in funding and require each village to There is an art team.

More than a dozen villages are chasing after each other, some perform majestic drums, some perform Tujia drums, hand-waving dances, nine-piece whips, fishing drums, three-stick drums and other programs. With the support of funds, there are now quite a lot of programs. scale.

Another great inheritance of the Tujia people is folk songs. “Folk songs were originally left by the ancients to relieve the worries of future generations. If you don’t sing folk songs for three days, your youth will turn gray...”

Various scenes such as the busyness of the Tujia people in the fields, the acquaintance of men and women and courtship, etc. all have the shadow of folk songs, and there are countless Tujia people who are good at singing and dancing.

Just this year, Cao Rui invited leaders from the cultural departments at the county and city levels to Qilihe. The first batch of first-level inheritors of Shange City was eight, and the next batch of provincial first-level inheritors of Shange will also be in Qilihe this time. Declare three people.

When the guests from the city arrived at the Peach Blossom Shop, the Peach Blossom Shop became a sea of ​​joy. Chen Fusheng was so happy that he patted Cao Rui on the shoulder and said:

"Cao Rui, Cao Rui, why didn't you tell me that there is such a paradise in Qili River? If you had told me earlier, we would have been here..."

Chen Fusheng didn't drink, but he was more excited than after drinking. He was Cao Rui's master, and Cao Rui had already arranged the wine.

There is no so-called famous brand wine, which is the Baogu Shao brewed with mountain spring water and local koji in this mountain. During the meal, every table is filled with a full pot.

Cao Rui drank with Chen Fusheng. He drank about half a catty, and everyone was in a good mood.

Chen Fusheng suddenly threw away the bowl, turned to Cao Rui and said:

"Cao Rui, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone waiting for me, I'm going to compose a poem. This scene and this scene make my thoughts well up. I can't do it without writing!"

Cao Rui was stunned. In this mountainous countryside, where are the pens, inks, paper and inkstones?

Just when Cao Rui was in trouble, he heard Yang Erbao shout:

"I have it, I'll get it..."