After the Belmondos got off the car, they sat in their seats. An old French gentleman was a French gentleman.

Han Xuan introduced himself again, the same is, the pseudonym is lee.

The other party's name is Gamele-Ottyuer, who was born in Provence and plans to die in Provence.

According to his spoken language with a strong French southern accent, it seems that Provence has been frequently mentioned by the world in recent years.

Old Otyuer is eighty-two years old this year.

He was very puzzled why there have been many foreign tourists in their lavender farms over the past few years.

Han Xuan told him: "This may be related to some idol dramas or movies, filming in Provence.

It may also be because several writers wrote books in Provence, telling the world about the scenery and peace of Provence.

People like it there very much, and coming to Provence should be to pursue the freedom in their hearts.”

Old Otyuer was very happy when he heard this, and smiled and said, "We locals don't have that feeling, because every day is almost the same, it's just that you are busy in the fields or at home, and there is only this difference.

When I was young, I wanted to go out and go on a war, and many people died in Provence and a large area of ​​fields were deserted.

The government gave us some welfare policies, so I didn't leave, and then I was trapped in the more than 16 acres of land for a lifetime.

I used to think I had made a mistake in this life, but now I have changed this idea a little bit because you envy us so much."

"I can tell you very seriously that your life is definitely a life that many people envy.

In our China, there is an ancient chapter called "The Peach Blossom Land".

Nowadays, in the minds of many people, Provence is the land of peach blossoms.”

The old man opposite him asked with interest: "I have never been to China, and there are very few books about it in the small town's libraries.

Can you tell me what is written in that chapter?"

After Isabelle finished studying, she read many Chinese books. Except for those who would use them when talking to Han Xuan, she basically had no other opportunities to use them.

At this moment, he interrupted excitedly and said, "I'll do it!

…lee.

I'll introduce it to you. I just saw this chapter two months ago and know what it means..."

When I entered Provence, it was already afternoon.

The sunflowers on the roadside raised their heads towards the sun, and all the places you can see in your vision are sunflowers.

The train passes through the sunflower field, as if you stick your hands out of the window and you can touch them.

Perhaps it is because of this strange and beautiful golden color that Van Gogh loves sunflowers as much.

He once lived in a lunatic asylum in Provence for a long time and created many world-famous oil paintings today.

In addition to Van Gogh, the famous painters Cezanne, Picasso, Monet, as well as the German poet Nietzsche, British writer Lawrence and others, also came here to live.

Provence is not a city, but a region, equivalent to a province in the entire southern part of France, with a large area.

Arrive in Avignon in the evening, the Luberon Mountains is 67 kilometers away.

The old man Otyuer was about to take another 85 kilometers of train to Marseille, a harbor city near the Mediterranean. After Han Xuan said goodbye to him, he got off the train first.

Before coming, Han Xuan had passed the butler of his wine estate, and he sent a bus to greet him.

The red bus is very shabby, as if it was produced in the 1970s, and the paint on the outside has been peeled off.

Han Xuan was not a spoiled person. He sat on and fastened his seat belt, asked the driver and said, "How long does it take to go to my manor from here?"

"The Luberon Mountains are about sixty kilometers away from Avignon, and it takes about an hour to get to the near Sernanke Monastery.

Those people from Stone Manor, I heard that you are coming today, prepare a surprise party for you.”

The driver revealed the secret with a big mouth.

Han Xuan was speechless about this. Since it was a surprise party, what else could you say after you said it?

Located in southern France, Provence has carefully kept its secrets since its birth.

It was not until the arrival of the British Peter Mel that the veil of Provence's unique life style for a long time was gradually unveiled.

Provence is no longer a simple regional name, but also represents a simple, worry-free, relaxed and lazy lifestyle.

Han Xuan read this sentence in a book: "If traveling is to get rid of the shackles of life, Provence will make you forget everything.

When you come to Provence, you have to walk slowly and eat slowly.

Standing in the sun and taking a nap, enjoying life slowly…”

The black asphalt road under your feet may not have been maintained since its completion.

The bus was already shabby, and the road was bumpy, Han Xuan and the others swayed, and opened the window and let the evening breeze blow in so that they would not want to vomit.

The air carries the aroma of lavender, thyme and pine trees.

Admire the primitive French pastoral scenery along the way and gradually come to the Stone City located in the Luberon Mountains.

Stone City, also known as Gode Villa, is one of the 147 famous villas in France. It is not large in scale and has only more than 400 families.

Houses are built on a small hill, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, one by one.

The orange sunset was just about to be shrouded in the dark, and those buildings with a long history were already on the windows.

They got out of the bus and walked over the next road.

Twisting his waist and stretching his legs, Han Xuan vowed to buy a few off-road vehicles, and he never wanted to ride that car again.

Standing in the small square, looking at the town.

I used to think that Augusta Town was very small, but compared with Stone City, Augusta Town is much bigger.

Han Xuan wanted to take a look at the town first. The only problem now is to walk left or right from the small square.

Finally decided to go to the right first.

Not far away there is a tall castle. Below the castle is the most lively place in the town.

The winding and winding streets are all interesting shops.

Cicada made of sunflowers, porcelain, iron and stone printed with lavender, pots and jars, very cool and artistic galleries, mellow and fragrant bakeries and coffee shops

At night, the shop owner who does business is also careless.

Ou went to ask how much bread cost, but he ignored it and gestured casually, meaning two francs, and then asked Ou to take it himself.

Go back along the original path and walk left from the small square.

After leaving the Stone City, I walked through the lavender fields and walked about 500 meters eastward.

A quiet and peaceful ancient villa is there, and all the lights are on.

In the garden in front of it, twenty or thirty French farmers dressed in plain clothes were placing food brought from each family on the table... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!