Xu Xingjian is a businessman, shrewd and smooth, and his best thing is bargaining.
On his way back from a tea trip, he strayed into the deep mountains of the southwest, where his feet were entangled in vines and hung in the air, looking as embarrassed as a prey waiting to be slaughtered.
A young man covered in silver jewelry squatted in front of him, looked at him for a long time with his chin in his hands, and asked with a smile: "Who are you?"
That was Shen Lang. The Gu Master in the Miao Village is ignorant of worldly affairs, hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and raises a house full of weird bugs.
Xu Xingjian lived in the Miao village for three months, learned the Miao language, and understood that Shen Lang would mutter and curse at him every day when he passed by.
He pinched Shen Lang's cheek flesh and said, "If you curse again, I will file a complaint."
Watching Shen Lang on bonfire night
But the world of businessmen is not only about the love between sons and daughters. A marriage contract called him back to the Central Plains. He left a word of "wait for me", turned around and disappeared into the mountain mist.
Shen Lang waited and waited, from the time the flowers bloomed to the time they fell.
"If you don't come, I will go find you."
This young man, who had never been out of the mountains, embarked on his way north alone with a short blade. He was laughed at for his accent, defrauded of all his money, and sold into a black shop. He stumbled along the way just to see the man again and ask him why he broke his promise.
Later Xu Xingjian asked Shen Lang: "When you first saw me, why did you squat there and look at me for so long?"
Shen Lang thought for a while and said seriously: "Because you are struggling like a big bastard."
"... You'd better scold me."
Intention:———————————— There is a branch in the southern country, and its name is Lang. The fog in March sent Xu Xingjian into the mountain, and the rain in June took him away again. He said he would come back before autumn. Shen Lang waited for autumn after autumn, until the red flowers faded, and until the leaf flute blew all over the hills. If I can't wait for you, I will go find you. Thousands of miles away, people's hearts are dangerous, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just afraid that the moment I see you, you will no longer be alone. ——Fortunately, you are still.