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Chapter 15: Misfortune from Xiao Qiang (3)

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    Although Wen is not married yet, after working as a tour guide for a long time, she has figured out all the pleasures of men and women in the world.  The job of a tour guide is very open, and the dirty jokes in her stomach can be packed in sacks.

    "Did you two have a tiring Valentine's Day?" Wen said with a smile.

    Shen Yong looked at Liang embarrassingly, denied it, and said, "I'm not tired."

    Liang's face turned red, and she said, "Wen, why are you tired? Are you tired too?"

    "Okay, both of you, let's have breakfast in the restaurant. The more tired you are, the more you will have to eat." Wen pointed to the restaurant in Dongshou and said.

    Shen Yong and Liang were really hungry. Shen Yong swallowed six eggs, two cups of milk and four small breads in one go, which surprised the waiter in the restaurant so much that he stuck out his tongue.  Liang is of course more civilized than Shen Yong, and she eats with relish, but the portion is not small.  When they were full, they went to find Wen in the hall, and Liang told Wen about their idea of ??holding a Dai-style wedding.

    When Wen heard this, she said, "That's no problem. There is a Xishuangbanna Folk Village in Jinghong, which is specially prepared for foreign tourists. Not to mention Dai weddings, there are weddings of more than a dozen ethnic groups such as Hani, Lahu, Brown, Jino, and Jingpo.  Both can be held, as long as the body can bear it."

    When Shen Yong thought about the unique Dai wedding, he became interested and said, "Wen, how can you do this? Who do you take Liang as? You asked her to remarry more than ten times in one day, isn't it too much?"  Cruel and heartless?"

    Jing slapped Shen Yong on the face, and said, "Shen Yong, why did you look like a rooster in heat when you arrived in Xishuangbanna? Your voice has changed?"

    Shen Yong covered his face and said, "Don't be angry, Liang, isn't this exciting?"

    According to the original travel plan, visiting Xishuangbanna Folk Village is the last project, because this scenic spot is the closest, and tourism always seeks far away first.  But Liang insisted on going to the folk village to hold a Dai-style wedding first, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to get married after today.

    The Folk Village is on the east side of Jinghong, only five minutes' drive from the hotel where they live.  After getting out of the car, Wen asked Shen Yong and Liang to wait at the door first, and she went in to contact about holding a Dai-style wedding.  After a while, Wen came back happily and said, okay, let's go in, first find a place to change into Dai costumes.

    Xishuangbanna is a passionate and poetic place, and the love and weddings of young men and women of different ethnic groups are also very different.  Dai youths are all good at singing and dancing, so the love between men and women is mostly born from singing and dancing, which is so romantic that it is desirable.

    Dai weddings are usually held at the woman's home. On this day, the newlyweds first go to the Buddhist temple to worship the Buddha, praying for good luck and happiness, and grow old together.  Then, the groom, accompanied by several relatives and friends, went to the woman's house and fired guns along the way to drive away evil spirits.  The woman spreads a tapestry in front of the door, on which there are flowers and fruit wine for worshiping Buddha.  In front of the newlyweds sitting together on the rug, a monk of the Dai nationality chanted sutras and blessed them, and took out the silk threads from the plate and tied them on the wrists of the groom and the bride respectively.  After the monk left, the mass congratulations began, and the wedding suddenly became lively. First, relatives, friends and guests tied strings to the bride and groom, wishing them a happy new marriage.  When tying the thread, the man left and the woman right. The bride and groom should first kneel down to the old man who is tying the thread, and the old man wraps a long thread from the man's left shoulder to the woman's right shoulder, while tying the thread while saying congratulations.  After the old man finishes tying the line, the guest will tie it again.  Tying the thread is the highlight of Dai weddings, and it is also the most exciting and simple emotional drama.

    The Dai village in the folk village is in the northwest corner. Several groups of bamboo buildings with high stilts are very spectacular. The unique structure and style amaze the tourists, and they are the epitome of the Dai area.  Bamboo buildings are made of wood or bamboo that are threaded together and connected to each other.  The main body of the bamboo building is square, the ridge of the roof is herringbone, and four roofs are built under the herringbone shape, which looks like a huge upside-down wedge-shaped funnel from a distance.  In summer, it is ventilated on all sides, and in winter it is sunny. Living in this kind of bamboo building is cool in summer and warm in winter, waterproof and shockproof.  Store sundries or raise livestock downstairs, and live upstairs.  The Dai people pay special attention to hygiene. They wash their feet frequently and take off their shoes when they go upstairs.  On the right side of the upper floor is the bedroom, and in the middle is the living room. The bamboo building is no less than a luxury villa in the Mainland.  The White Pagoda is the most majestic building in the Dai village, and there is a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha inside.  The Dai people in Xishuangbanna are a religious nation, and they all believe in Theravada Buddhism, also known as Theravada Buddhism, and the White Pagoda is the main place for Buddhists to perform sacrificial activities.

    After Shen Yong and Liang changed into Dai costumes respectively, they came to meet at the entrance of the main building. They looked at each other curiously, as if they didn't know each other.

    In fact, the men's Dai costume worn by Shen Yong is not much different from usual, but a cloth belt tied on his head reminds people of a football star with long hair.  Liang has completely changed her appearance, a set of colorful Dai skirts perfectly complements her slim figure.?Shen Yong put the mouths of the two birds together and said.

    Liang put down the photo in her hand, looked at the "Love Bird", and said, "I might not know, zoologists probably don't know, how would I know?"

    "Liang, why do you think that the carrier pigeon knows the way? No matter how far you take it and release it, it will still find its home?" Shen Yong asked thoughtfully.

    "I've read about this in books or newspapers. It seems that homing pigeons are born with a special navigation system." Liang said.

    "Then," Shen Yong said, "'Love Bird' is born with a special love system."

    Liang thought Shen Yong's statement was a bit funny, so she said: "What is the love for the system? It's far-fetched and not a system."

    As the two of them were talking, news came from the radio in the waiting hall that the passengers bound for Shuicheng had started to board the plane.  Liang raised her wrist to look at the watch, but her wrist was bare, and she remembered that she had given her watch as a gift to the tour guide Wen.

    "Shen Yong, what time is it?" Liang asked.

    Shen Yong looked at his watch and said, "It's half past eight."

    Liang Chang sighed, and said, "I waited for three and a half hours in vain, what are you doing for civil aviation?"

    "It's because of the weather, and it has nothing to do with Civil Aviation. Isn't it good that Civil Aviation lets you recall your trip to Xishuangbanna in Kunming?" Shen Yong put away the 'Love Bird' on the coffee table and said, "'Love Bird',  Come with us to Shuicheng, don¡¯t be dissatisfied when you arrive in Shuicheng, and change your mind.¡±

    Liang put the photo back into the paper bag and said, "Let's go, Shen Yong, don't be sentimental. The plane is a giant without emotion, and I won't wait for you."

    Shen Yong and Liang got on the plane in a hurry, and sat down in the middle seat according to the seat number on the boarding pass.  Shen Yong looked around, but there was no one he knew, so he felt relieved, lifted the armrests between the seats, put his arms around Liang's shoulders, and leaned his face tightly against Liang's.

    The moment the plane took off, Shen Yong immediately realized that his and Liang's trip to heaven was over, and in more than two hours, they would return to Shuicheng, where many troubles and sorrows were waiting for him.  The novel and mysterious Xishuangbanna will always remain in his and Liang's memory, which is wonderful and full of warmth.  What makes Shen Yong even more lingering is that Xishuangbanna is passionate. Almost every nation, every scenic spot, every legend, every snack contains a touching love story, "Love Bird", bridge rice noodles, dancing grass   Not to mention a series of folk songs.  Shen Yong thinks that living in Xishuangbanna is happy and romantic, but it is short-lived for him and can only be memorable.  He didn't understand why Wen's father would leave Xishuangbanna and destroy his love in such a beautiful place.

    Jing had already fallen asleep when the plane reached the cruising altitude, snuggled into Shen Yong's arms, with a smile on her face.  The four-day journey made her crazy for four days, happy for four days, completely possessing Shen Yong for four days, she was satisfied.  The photos in her handbag are romantic classics, and the folk handicrafts she collected are wonderful memories.  The unique style of Xishuangbanna will take root in her heart, sprout, blossom and bear fruit.

    Shen Yong didn't feel sleepy until he was almost at Shuicheng, or in other words, he wanted to sleep when the in-flight broadcast said that Shuicheng would be arriving soon.  However, he couldn't close his eyes in the end, because in less than ten minutes, the stewardess made another broadcast.

    "Hi passengers, we are very sorry to inform you that due to the weather in Shuicheng, the plane cannot land. We will land at Beijing Capital Airport in 30 minutes. The crew will provide you with board and lodging in Beijing. The departure time is tomorrow.  Further notice, thank you for your cooperation." The stewardess broadcast.

    The quiet cabin suddenly became chaotic, with helpless complaints one after another, and some passengers even threatened to complain.

    Shen Yong was quite calm when he heard the news. This is why people are not as good as the sky. No one can control the weather. Life should be more important than time. No wonder they are civil aviation.  He almost turned around and told a joke to the passenger who wanted to complain, and asked him if he would like to land on the runway in Shuicheng like an ice rink, and then break through the fence and slide all the way to Beijing, or land directly in Beijing?

    When the plane landed at the Capital International Airport, Liang was still awake, so Shen Yong had to wake her up.

    "Here we are, Liang, wake up quickly." Shen Yong patted Liang's face and said.

    Jing closed her eyes and stretched her arms, saying, "Are you in Shuicheng so soon? I haven't slept enough yet."

    "Shuicheng? Pretty, do you think you can still go to Shuicheng tonight? You have arrived in Beijing, the capital of the great motherland!" Shen Yong said gloatingly.

    "What? Shen Yong, what did you say? What joke are you making? What are we doing in Beijing? Going to Beijing to find Wen's father?" Jing said in a daze.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Is Beijing looking for Wen's father?  "Jing stunned and said. (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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