When Chen Xing asked, the old man stroked his beard and said: "...this mailbox, isn't this for you to take pictures of?"

"Ah?" Chen Xing was speechless for a moment. But soon the old man laughed and said: "Just kidding. But there are really many young people who like to take pictures in front of my mailbox, but after recent renovations, there are fewer people.

"What a weird thing." Chen Xing looked at the mailbox outside the door and thought about the surrounding environment.

Indeed, a bright red mailbox standing there abruptly is not as good as its ancient appearance.

"The real situation is that I still like to communicate with old friends through letters. Although mobile phones are very convenient nowadays, whether it is making phone calls or normal chats, I don't have the same feeling as when I write and read letters." He touched it.

I looked up my beard and saw that Chen Xing was so young. He sighed and said, "But people of your generation probably don't understand."

"It's like reading, I should understand." Chen Xing said. It feels very comfortable to sit on a chair or sofa and read a book that makes you excited.

He nodded, hummed, and said loudly: "Absolutely, it's just such a simple situation, nothing special." Chen Xing is the kind of person who looks for his phone as soon as he wakes up in the morning before opening his eyes.

It is difficult for people to imagine life without mobile phones.

But think about it carefully, do people really need mobile phones? If they are not in love, most people will be busy talking on their mobile phones for half an hour a day, but Chen Xing often plays with his mobile phone at home for at least six or seven times a day.

Stare at it for hours.

This is a bad habit. It’s a pity that I can’t quit it. Mr. Wang’s grandson has packed the boat that Chen Xing wants tightly, filled it with a lot of things, and asked: “Do you need us to help you?”

Where should I send it? You can fill in the address if necessary." Chen Xing nodded and went over to write down the address of his hometown.

When the time comes, let my mother take it back for me first. When I was going out, a man with a post office written on the back rode a tricycle and passed by this road. He waved an envelope and shouted: "Boss Wang, your letter has arrived."

"Okay." The old man who was chatting with Chen Xing just walked out and smiled happily. Chen Xing quickly picked up the camera to capture the moment when he received the letter. The smile on his face was completely from the heart, and it was like seeing him.

When I write a letter, I feel like I’m meeting an old friend who sent me the letter.

Only letters that take a long time to read have such ability. It takes a long time for letters to be sent and received. Chen Xing thinks this is a shortcoming because he is used to getting a reply from the other party as soon as possible after asking a question.

But in their opinion, this may be the charm and advantage of letters. Because the correspondence lasts longer, they look forward to it more.

Is this considered a kind of hunger marketing? Chen Xing smiled and continued his journey in Pingjiang with his bag.

He came to Suzhou to listen to Pingtan. Chen Xing remembered that the two teachers mentioned the Pingxin Teahouse before they left.

But after he arrived here, he didn't take the initiative to turn on the navigation system to look for it. The Pingjiang Historic District is only so big, so if you take a look and walk around, you can definitely find it as long as it's not too remote.

The ancient city of Suzhou basically has rivers passing through the city. The same is true for this ancient city located in the center of Suzhou city. They introduced water channels from the moat. But unlike other ancient cities, the water channels here are square and angular.

Clearly.

Basically, it is a place surrounded by a square canal, which is like a market. This kind of market also divides Pingjiang into many parts.

When walking to the Kunqu Opera Museum, Chen Xing saw it opposite the museum

The sign of "Pingxin Tea House". Their small building has been renovated, but the renovation in this kind of scenic spot is strictly controlled, and you can't just make it look like whatever you want.

So although bright glass is used as a wall here, the entrance and the second floor are decorated in an antique style.

There is a row of windows on the second floor, and the low-brightness warm lights shine through the windows, much like watching people inside with candles through the screens on TV.

There was a light coming from the TV, otherwise a candle alone wouldn't be able to illuminate it so brightly. At this time, a window on the second floor was pushed open, and a girl wearing Hanfu looked outside curiously.

The atmosphere is really good. It is especially easy to see tourists wearing Hanfu like this when visiting the ancient town of Suzhou. Many local Hanfu shops and even hotels have a business of renting Hanfu.

If a person living in Suzhou wants to be a photographer, then his skills must not be improved rapidly? What is that called?

The first to get the moon is the one near the water. Open the door and walk in. On the right is the cashier, and in front is the lobby with wooden seats. Many tourists are here drinking tea and listening to music.

There is a small stage at the front, which is similar to the stage Chen Xing saw in Wuzhen, except that it has a very beautiful "Pingxinshe" curtain.

The singers happen to be Zhou Bojun and Lu Shi'an. They should be partners, Zhou Bojun plays the sanxian and Lu Shi'an plays the pipa.

As soon as I heard Sister Lu's name, I knew it was very cultural, unlike Chen Xing who had a single name: Xing. I heard that his grandfather watched the sky at night when he was born and said that the stars were particularly bright that night, so he was named Chen Xing.

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But it's okay, it's better than some weird names. Chen Xing ordered a cup of tea and sat down. Sister Lu saw Chen Xing and nodded with a smile.

They sang a slow song. This song is very common in ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, whether it is Xitang, Wuzhen, or Zhouzhuang. Chen Xing heard this song being sung outside many teahouses.

This song was mainly sung by a female voice. Zhou Bojun's hand kept playing the three-stringed accompaniment. His eyes also caught sight of Chen Xing, so he smiled and nodded like Sister Lu.

It made many tourists look back at Chen Xing. Then there was the song "Songstress from the End of the World". Wow, this song! His mother liked Teresa Teng very much, so Chen Xing listened to Teresa Teng's version many times. When I heard the announcement just now, I felt that I should have it.

Resistance.

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But I didn’t expect that Chen Xing would fall in love with the Wu dialect version as soon as it was sung. Maybe it’s because I can understand Wu dialect, and Sister Lu’s singing also has a sense of story, especially when Sister Lu sings the part about searching for her soulmate, the soulmate’s part

When the key was changed, Chen Xing's ears were numb.

Suzhou Pingtan is really not popular. In Chen Xing's impression, it seems that he has never seen Pingtan promoted in any media. It is too low-key. The key is that it is also a wonderful form of artistic expression. They

However, it received far less attention than Peking Opera.

There are so many forms of artistic expression in China, why don’t the Spring Festival Gala consider anything other than Peking Opera?

Forget it, their family hasn’t watched the Spring Festival Gala in several years, who cares who the program team invites. Chen Xing listened carefully to the performance.

In addition to some modern songs and local Suzhou tunes, the two people on the stage also performed some traditional jokes.

When singing these traditional jokes, many tourists couldn't understand them and could only feel the tune and music. However, Chen Xing's happiness cannot be discounted.

Listening to it in a teahouse is much more enjoyable than listening to it in a hotel in Wuzhen, and it even takes much longer.

After a while, two other Pingtan actors came to replace them, and then Chen Xing met Zhou Bojun and the others.

Chen Xing always felt that the way they looked at him was strange, and he couldn't help but look down at his clothes.

Then he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong? We haven't seen each other for just a few days. Sister Lu doesn't recognize me anymore?"

"We didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"They are just bragging." Chen Xing raised the camera and asked, "Then can I take a picture of you?"

"Of course." Lu Shi'an nodded and said, then suddenly thought of a question and said: "Is it free?"

"Free." This was what he wanted to take, so he didn't need to charge money. Chen Xing even thought about spending some money to let them be his models before, but now it saves trouble.

When he heard that Chen Xing was being asked to take photos, Lu Shian was okay, but Zhou Bojun was a little nervous.

"Are we shooting in a teahouse?"

"No need, there are many places with beautiful scenery outside." He is not here to take photos of humanities. Naturally, he can take photos as beautiful as he likes. Only when he can express the softness of Suzhou Pingtan through visual effects will he be successful.

So he will use the scenery in the ancient town instead of the interior of the teahouse. Although the two people in front of Chen Xing are Suzhou Pingtan artists, they still don't know how to pose naturally for the camera.

I had to guide them slowly. It was much more difficult to guide them than the dancers before, but after eliminating their nervousness, the progress was very fast. Before dinner, Chen Xing saved all the styles he wanted to shoot to the camera.

It’s inside.

"Then thank you teachers first." Lu Shi'an shook his head. Although he was tired from taking photos, he was not tired from singing and playing the piano in the teahouse.

After staying for a day, it’s nice to go outside and look at the scenery.

"You're welcome. We should thank you and thank you for your willingness to promote our Pingtan." Chen Xing said with a smile: "What's the matter? As a Chinese, I definitely should. Let's go. I'll treat the two teachers to something to eat.

, I have worked hard all afternoon..." Zhou Bojun refused to let Chen Xing come to treat him, so he paid for the meal himself.

It is a very ordinary Suzhou restaurant on the roadside. Chen Xing has been accustomed to Suzhou cuisine after eating it for a while. It is not spicy anyway. It pays attention to the original flavor, freshness, smoothness and tenderness. What he is best at is all kinds of sweet and sour.

How to braise and steam.

During this dinner, Chen Xing found another dish that he liked very much. The color and appearance are a bit like their famous Sichuan seafood dish, but the bamboo shoots in it are crisper, and they don’t use kelp or sea cucumbers. Instead, they use

Bacon and pork belly. The pork belly is cut into large pieces the size of Dongpo pork.

Especially the bamboo shoots are delicious, forget about the meat. The pork belly in this restaurant is a bit fat, but Chen Xing still likes the fat meat made like Dongpo pork. It will be more comfortable to eat if you don't feel the texture of fat meat.
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Following them back to the teahouse to get his backpack, Lu Shi'an asked Chen Xing: "Have you found a place to stay tonight?"

"Yes, thank you, Sister Lu." In fact, he hasn't found it yet, but he is not planning to live in the ancient town. The Suzhou City outside is so prosperous, is it not easy to find a place to live?

After returning from Paris for so many days, Chen Xing also wanted to find a hotel with a bathtub and lie down in it to feel comfortable.

Coming out of this scenic spot, Chen Xing stopped a taxi.

"Master, are there any better hotels in Suzhou?"

"It depends on what you think is good. The closer one is the Metropark Hotel, and the further one is the Marriott Hotel and Shangri-La Hotel. It depends on where you want to go."

"Go to Marriott." Chen Xing has stayed at Marriott hotels many times, so he subconsciously went to a hotel that he was more familiar with.

"Okay, handsome guy, put on your seat belt first." He spoke very interestingly, not like Mandarin, nor the northern dialect or the Sichuan and Chongqing dialect, nor the Suzhou dialect.

Chen Xing fastened his seat belt first and asked: "Where is the master from?"

"Me? I'm from Wuyuan, Jiangxi."

"Jiangxi?"

"Yeah, does my accent have a bit of a strong accent and you can't understand me?"

"No, no." Chen Xing shook his head and said,

"It's just that I happen to be going to Jiangxi, which feels a bit coincidental."
To be continued...