I met many warm people in Anhui this time. On the last day, I went back to Xidi from Hongcun to pick up my luggage and check out. When I walked to the entrance of the village, I heard someone behind me calling the teacher. I turned around habitually and found that it was the owner's husband, who was a traffic policeman in the scenic area. The uncle smiled at me and said, "Teacher, where are you going? Be careful when crossing the road. Are you going home?" I said yes, I was going back to collect my luggage. I remembered that I had ordered a midnight snack the night before. It was cooked by this uncle for me. It was very delicious green pepper and shredded pork noodles, and steamed pork with rice noodles made by my grandfather. He and his little daughter came to call me for dinner. After knocking on the door, he went downstairs and asked his daughter why she was still waiting there. The little girl said that I had to wait for the Chinese teacher to come out and take her to the restaurant for dinner, fearing that she would not be able to find the way. The owner of the inn is a sister who loves to laugh. She had a car accident in March and was unable to move. She said to me that she was sorry for not taking good care of me. Living in the viewing room, you can see the beautiful mountains, clouds, and houses. It is suitable for both sunny and rainy days, and it has a unique flavor. The grandpa of the inn is a very cheerful old man. He picked me up on an electric bike on a rainy night, comforted me that my luggage was not heavy, introduced me to the history of Qingyunxuan, and cooked excellent meals. He always laughed out loud after saying a few words, which made me feel much better. After serving me the meal, he would always make a cup of green tea to match it, and smiled and asked me to enjoy it slowly, don't be polite. Wherever I went, there was laughter. Such enthusiasm and thoughtfulness were not gilded by money, but by the heart. The peony in Qingyunxuan has been blooming for a hundred years, and it must be because the owner is only my virtue.
This trip to Anhui is my fourth time traveling alone. From not being afraid of being alone to enjoying being alone. Although there are still various small accidents on my journey, I think this is proof that I am growing up. The meaning of travel is actually to accept the imperfect self.
Xidi is really a good place, and Qingyunxuan is also full of vitality and warmth. Everyone should get better and better!
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