Text Volume 582 Back in Time

The bad friend behind made a meaningful long dragging tone, and it wasn't until the car ran away without a trace that Xu Xiaoxiao realized that he had to clean up the party garbage

The rural road leading to Vermont is getting narrower and narrower, but the wildflowers, creeks and waterfalls that are gradually emerging on the side of the road make this journey even more beautiful.

After running along the road for a long time, I saw a small wooden farm. On the side of the dirt road, there will be a very simple small table with only a small wooden sign indicating the price and a simple piggy bank.

On the table are the agricultural products produced by this farm, which may be juicy cucumbers, corn harvested in early autumn from Fuyu, or the last crop accidentally stolen by the farmer from the little brown bear. Natural wild honey.

For passers-by, it is up to you to take goods and give money, and when your change is not in hand, you can also mortgage the real property around you as your gold.

Qin Guan picked up three yellow-green cucumbers from the table, and when he was throwing money, he realized that there were all kinds of things in the cash register in front of him.

Sunglasses, hairpins, and a rather expensive headscarf, these wayward tourists are just looking for the rural fun in that moment.

'click'

In Qin Guan's mouth, two pieces of the crispy cucumber were chewed, and Hilton's slowing down of the car meant that the final destination of their work was in front of them.

If they didn't come all the way, if they covered Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's eyes, when they came here again, they thought they had gone back a hundred years.

This is a serene and quiet manor, with two wooden fence gates at the entrance, and the swaying signboard of Tasha Manor, which squeaks in the breeze and tells the history here.

Hilton parked the car outside the manor, in a place that could barely be regarded as an open space, and several people walked towards the interior of the manor stepping on the half-inch-high naturally growing grass.

Suddenly a little gray rabbit jumped out of the grass nest, glanced curiously at the strange visitor with its bright black eyes, and then quickly disappeared into the field.

The blue sky, white clouds, and green grass are full of refreshing rural atmosphere.

The only thing that allows people to walk normally in the manor is the stone road made of broken stones, which has a messy and rustic artistic texture.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Grandma Tasha, this is Hilton..." "Oh, our dear kitty is here, come in quickly"

It seems that Hilton is quite familiar with the well-known American illustrator Tasha Tudor. After hearing the invitation to enter the door, Hilton in front of the door opened the farm like a cabin in the forest with ease.

'Jingle Bell'

The crisp sound of wind chimes reminded the arrival of the guests. A room with a pure wooden floor, cloth tables and chairs, and a medieval fireplace slowly unfolded in front of Qin Guan and the others.

In the center of the hall, there is also a tin stove. The tin chimney connected to the stove leads directly to the window of the wooden cabin.

The firewood on the stove mouth was flickering, and a quaint kettle was placed on top of it for heating, occasionally emitting a white mist of steam.

The time here has really gone back 100 years, and after Qin Guan saw this American illustrator, he began to wonder if he had traveled through time and space.

Tasha Duduo is now 79 years old, but with the most gentle smile, her steps are firm and powerful. She was wearing the oldest gown, with an English milkmaid's turban wrapped around her head, and she was holding a piece of clothing that was not yet finished.

"Welcome, the little cat has finally brought the guest I want to invite. When ***'s latest illustration collection is published, I will definitely send the first one to you."

Tasha Duduo's voice is the same as hers, quiet and elegant, gentle like spring breeze, without any offensive power.

She turned her head curiously, and introduced the people who came after her to the guests who had already been seated after her gesture.

"Lin Lun, a reporter from the American Time magazine, heard that I invited Qin Guan to be the model for my latest illustration during the call with me."

"So, taking the opportunity to interview me, I must come over and visit alone, this popular Asian model in the United States."

The man who came later didn't feel uncomfortable at all because of his uninvited presence. He raised his gold-rimmed eyes elegantly, and stared at Qin Guan in front of him with eyes of appreciating an art painting.

He was so focused and serious that he even forgot to say hello to the people present, but Tasha Duduo, who knew his old friend quite well, continued the topic indifferently.

"Don't worry about him, he is a person who forgets the surrounding environment when he sees good material, let's see when it is appropriate to start working."

"Try the scented tea produced on my farm first."

There are wild chrysanthemums blooming in the English-style white porcelain cup, and the honey and milk next to it are all produced in the original ecological farm of Tasha Duduo.

Qin Guan on the side didn't feel tired, in such an environment, it would make people relax unnaturally.

"I'm fine, ready to work anytime."

"Okay, wait for me to get the painting tools."

As a person who also draws on paper for a living, the distance between Cong Nianwei and Tasha Duduo is as far away as between the city and the countryside, but all the work related to drawing can arouse her greatest interest.

Qin Guan, who was rarely idle, pushed open the door of the room and walked into the rather spacious farm.

Clusters of white wildflowers, vines with occasional branches, and crooked morning glory, without the slightest taste of artificial modification.

The playful Qin Guan put his shirt into his belt after seeing the old banyan tree in front of him.

He rolled up his trouser legs a few times, and slowly climbed up to the fork of the thick tree trunk. He found a comfortable position in a naughty way, sat on it, and let his long legs hang down unscrupulously. .

The wind from the farm, mixed with an inexplicable sweet smell, blows past Qin Guan, shaking his snow-white shirt slightly, shaking his long eyelashes slightly, A smile crept across his face.

At this time, Qin Guan seems to be an elf who has blended into this idyllic scenery, so beautiful and full of heartbreak.

Tasha Duduo, who got the drawing tools, even forgot to drag out her usual work chair, and sat on the protruding fence corridor by the door, and began to draw on the ground. (To be continued.)