Yunluo and Xiangchu Junko went to another temple at dusk. There was an open temple located on a high stone platform. It looked old, and the stone statues and stone walls turned like gray-black roasted by fire...

Behind the temple, there is a beautiful golden reclining Buddha lying on the side, and there is a giant tree that is as tall as the sky. The round crown shows black silhouettes after sunset. The scenes here, the high platform, the reclining Buddha, and the giant trees all seem to come from ancient times and do not belong to this modern society.

When you leave the temple gate again, a wall is separated by the noise of the night market. Colorful lanterns lit up the streets, making it more crowded, and the sound of music sounds. At night, the function of the market has changed. It sells not only various commodities, but also the varied folk customs. Folk painters and musicians also show their skills on such nights, and at the same time, to make a living.

Yunluo saw a little girl of four or five years old sitting cross-legged in the middle of the street, with mats on the ground and stringed zithers. She was wearing a pink robe and a cute baby-fat face, and seemed to be invisible to the noise around her. She only focused on playing the piano, as if she was sitting in the wild, with only a pond and lotus flowers beside her, rather than the figures of pedestrians walking by, wearing different shoes.

How can such a young girl do what she wants to be like an old monk entering into meditation? Or is it that Thais can naturally draw a piece of pure land anywhere, concentrate on their hearts and isolation from all the world?

In front of them is a five-person band, five men in ethnic costumes. These five people hold different instruments in their hands and play joyful tunes. What’s interesting is that they not only sit in the middle of the street, but also sit in a straight line in a longitudinal direction, much like sitting on an invisible narrow boat. It would be even less strange if they are holding not musical instruments but oars in their hands.

However, Yunluo and Kazuku Junko could not stand and admire for a long time. Because someone kept squeezing over. Yunluo and Kazuku Junko walked all the way, and had to keep looking at each other to see if they were separated. Suddenly, there was a higher noise, and five or six people were like those on the stage. They were fat, thin, wearing red and green, and wearing heavy makeup.

Tourists who flocked in from all over the world also turned into night markets. They lay leisurely on comfortable seats on the street while doing Thai massages. Some closed their eyes and took a nap, while others looked at the passing crowd with interest.

These tourists regard the streets as beaches, and the night breeze blows on their faces. Although they do not have the saltiness of the sea breeze, they bring the aroma of food and the smell of essential oils. The smell of grass leaves makes people peaceful and intoxicated.

...

Do you think the elephant is honest? Tell you, this is an illusion.

Look at its appearance, it looks solid like a house, its four feet are like pillars, its skin is as thick as thick as a tree bark, with folds. It doesn't move all over, and occasionally it's big ears a few times.

It doesn't make much noise. It always stands silently and walks silently. Yunluo believes that it does come from ancient times, from glaciers and wastelands. Although mammoths turned into fossils, dinosaurs have already lived in legends. Giant animals such as elephants still live in Africa and Asia. In Chiang Mai, you can finally see such a big guy up close.

Before this, I have not seen elephants. There are always a few in the zoo that look more than silent and indifferent. They chew the hay silently, looking bored. But they locked people there and cut them into prison. After a long time, they are just like this. There are a few who can jump up and down like monkeys, so excited that they want to tear down the house.

When you arrive in Chiang Mai, riding an elephant in the forest is one of the most interesting programs. Each inn front desk can sign up for a one-day tour, including riding an elephant. When you arrive in the Elephant Village, at the beginning, you didn’t see the big difference between the elephants here and the elephants in the zoo. It seemed that the skin color was a little brighter.

There are two ends on this side, three ends on the other side, and a few elephants standing under the trees on the hillside. Elephants always stand, and their eyes don’t look at you very much. It seems that they always look at the ground and never look up at the sky. To talk about the most down-to-earth animal, the elephant must be an elephant. It is not difficult to ride an elephant, because there is a seat on the back for tourists to ride, which can be seated for two people at one time.

Although I was sitting so high, there was something in front of me, so I didn't have to be afraid at all. The elephant stepped slowly and didn't have to panic like riding a horse. Yun Luo and Junko Kasumi rode the same elephant, and there was a driver sitting around the elephant's neck.

For Chiang Mai people, elephants are as convenient means of transportation as motorcycles. Of course, that was when the road had not yet been produced. There were statues of elephants in every corner of the ancient city, which fully demonstrated the local people's love for this animal. When Yun Luo and Xiang Chu Junko rode on the elephant and walked swaying towards the hillside, Yun Luo felt that he had also returned to the era when riding elephants through the jungle.

The trees on the hillside are not tall and slender. The elephant is walking on the dirt road, and Yunluo thinks that the elephant is more comfortable than in the zoo. At least along the way, you can also find food to eat from the grass on the trees.

The elephant driver slipped down the elephant's back and asked Yunluo if he wanted to ride on the elephant's neck. Of course, he had to try a giant means of transportation like elephant. However, when riding on the elephant's neck, Yunluo is not as leisurely and comfortable as its driver. You can sit tilted and tilted. Yunluo must grasp the elephant's ears to maintain a good balance.

On the way up the hill, the elephant's nose was not idle, and it stretched up again and again to ask for bananas. It had to be given food to it, or it would spit out saliva again. Yunluo's impression of the elephant's honest and honest expression changed slightly. This guy was a little cunning. It didn't ask what its driver wanted to eat, but he knew what tourists wanted to ask for food, and he was very cautious.

But it has very rules. It will not ask other elephants what guests on their backs want to eat, even if they are close to you. Professional ethics should be the result of well-trained, but the naughty little elephant doesn't care about these rules.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Junko's elephant team went uphill and downhill. When they returned to the elephant village, a little elephant ran over and looked at the tourists on the elephant's back like a child, stretching their noses, as if saying, "I'm a child, do you have something delicious?"

The mother of elephant followed him immediately, but it didn't stop him. She just looked down at the little elephant, and her expression seemed to be laughing. No matter how much the elephant elephant eats bananas, she can't eat enough. She feeds them all the way, arrives at the elephant bus stop, and gets off the elephant back.

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I was awakened by the strange crowing sound of the rooster in the morning. Yun Luo was half asleep and half awake. I still remember wondering why the rooster crowing here was so strange. It was not a clear long crow, but a short one, as if someone was tying his neck, and it was leaking. Although the rooster's call was different, Dawn also kept the promise.

Xiangchu Junzi rubbed gently in Yun Luo's arms, and the red mouse Tangtang also rubbed Yun Luo's face, which was very interesting.

The morning sunlight is like washing in clean water. If you stretch your five fingers, the sunlight will filter between your fingers, just like filtering between railings and leaves, and there will be shadows on the ground.

The air exists, not the wind, but the air is invisible. Yunlu feels that it is not because the clouds fall in breathing, but when walking, its steps are light. You can still feel the special fragrance of the frangipani wrapped around the fragrance of grass leaves soaked in the dew. The fragrance is touching, with soft tentacles similar to climbing vines.

The frangipani blooms high, inside and outside the wall, white, orange and red, the colors are just right, both elegant and passionate. Whether it is white or orange-red flowers, dark hair will be more beautiful. A woman with chocolate skin with flowers in tropical islands. She has a dark hair that reaches her waist, and she smiles. Her eyes are clearly distinguished with black and white, and her smile seems to be about to overflow from the picture and flow out.

When I was a child, where did I get a card? There is a beauty wearing flowers on the picture. I have collected it for a long time. Seeing the flosser, Yun Luo remembered Yun Luo's beauty card. Southeast Asia is popular. It is not a danger of running around the streets with flowers on it.

The sun shines, and the frangipani is refreshing. There are other flowers. Some cannot name them, lotus, morning glory, the color here is bluer and purple, and the pink clusters are not known. I don’t know if it is called the Eight Immortals. There are flowers and trees on the east-west alleys, walls, courtyards, corners of the houses, and lush and tangled vines.

If there were no these flower trees, the streets of Chiang Mai would be even more lonely. There are various ancient towns in the water town south of the Yangtze River in China, and the ink-colored alleys are still quiet. It is only because the people there don’t like to plant flowers in front of their own doors.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi walked into the alley. They got up late and did not encounter the scene of giving. They only saw the free and easy backs of a few monks. They were walking back to their temple. The students wearing school uniforms just set off to go to school. Yunluo followed the monks into an alley. In a blink of an eye, the monks were gone, and there was another temple in front of them.

There are all kinds of temples in Chiang Mai. Golden walls, white cylinders, and white towers; high spires, complex and exquisite patterns, colorful inlays, ornate and unparalleled, like paintings. Not only these, the traces of new and old are woven together, the old is as if burned by fire, the statue turns smoke gray, ochre red, and the new looks like gold and silver coins that have been polished many times, shining.

The temples in Chiang Mai prefer pure color, but you cannot deny their solemnity. The statues of the little monks meditating on the path have nothing to do with this solemnity, but they look joyous, and they are as happy as those small statues in the inn outside the house and in the inn.

In every corner of the ancient city, small clay statues were arranged, sitting on the ground. The little monk smiled, the little girl smiled, the old woman wearing flowers smiled, the elephant smiled, and the pig smiled. If Yunluo stood on the street and was laughing, he would not be regarded as a fool, because Yunluo was not smiling alone.

The traffic on the street seemed to be very far away. The melodious music sent you back to the jungle, and the faint fragrance lingered, so you could take the opportunity to have a beautiful afternoon nap. In the evening, you were as refreshed as the frangipani in the morning, and walked to your favorite temple.

Yun Luo hugged Xiangchu Junko and sat on the green wooden chair, watching the sunlight fading away little by little.

...

If it weren't for a strange number, Yunluo might be able to kiss me in Thailand with Kazuku Junko for a few days, which would allow Yunluo to give up his idea of ​​traveling and immediately bring Kazuku Junko back to West Lake City. Feng Wuyou is one of them.

Feng Wuyou didn't say anything nonsense. With Feng Wuyou's power, it was very easy to find out where Yunluo had gone. Even Yunluo was very clear about taking a little beauty. He called Yunluo with a strange number, which was very confidential.
Chapter completed!