Chapter 470 During the Honeymoon Trip
On the second day of their honeymoon, Willow and Mitchell went to the batik shop early in the morning. The fabric had already been dyed and was hanging in the backyard. As soon as she walked in, she saw the piece she had worked on hanging on the rod.
The shop owner said it would need to dry a bit longer and they could pick it up later. Willow happily circled around the fabric several times, hardly believing she had made it. At that moment, she felt a great sense of accomplishment.
After leaving the batik shop, they went to a scenic spot recommended by the B&B owner the day before. It was about a kilometer walk along a cobblestone path from the village, and then suddenly, a vast sea of flowers appeared before them, filled with carnations. Looking straight ahead, they could see a waterfall cascading down from the mountain's peak.
“It's so beautiful,” Willow couldn't help but exclaim, then closed her eyes, spread her arms wide, and took a deep breath. She had never appreciated the beauty of carnation before, as she had never seen so many at once. She was amazed at how beautiful they were, blooming larger and more brilliantly than any she had seen before.
The air here was incredibly fresh, and taking a deep breath made her feel very comfortable.
Mitchell turned his head and smiled at her, mimicking her deep breath. The air was indeed wonderful. No wonder they saw so many elderly people in the village; living here long-term would surely lead to longevity because the air was completely unpolluted.
Excited, Willow pulled Mitchell over to take photos. Since they arrived early, there were hardly any other tourists. By the time they had taken enough pictures, a few people started arriving. As the temperature dropped the higher they went, they didn't go to the waterfall but took some photos below, watching a few young people climb up.
Willow and Mitchell didn't stay long. He felt her small hands getting cold and decided to take her back. They had lunch at the B&B, having informed the owner in advance, so they had hot food ready when they returned.
The meal was made with local ingredients, especially the mushroom soup, which the owner said was made from wild mushrooms picked from the mountains. It was incredibly delicious. It was Willow's first time tasting such fresh food, with a bit of spiciness, but it was not too much for her. Even Mitchell could have some. Before they left in the morning, she had secretly asked the owner to use less chili.
Mitchell had always accommodated her tastes, and now she was learning to consider his preferences. Not every dish needed chili; without it, the food had a different but equally delightful flavor.
The best marriage was about mutual accommodation.
In the afternoon, they went to another scenic spot recommended by the B&B owner, outside the village. Since it was a bit far, they needed a ride. The B&B owner enthusiastically found a villager who was heading that way to give them a lift.
When Willow and Mitchell saw the primitive open-top tractor at the village entrance, Willow couldn't help but turn to Mitchell. She suggested, “How about we walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus?”
The buses here came only once every hour or so, making it easy to get in but hard to get out, and they didn't know how long they would have to wait.
Mitchell was also a bit surprised by the ride the B&B owner had arranged. It was his first time on such a vehicle. Hearing Willow's suggestion, he smiled and said, “Experiencing this 'convertible' seems pretty cool.”
They exchanged smiles, and he helped her onto the tractor before climbing up himself.
The tractor was usually used for transporting vegetables, with some empty baskets and leaves in the back. But the seats were relatively clean, and they sat close together in the back row.
The driver, a simple and cheerful farmer, chatted with them happily. However, the tractor was very loud, so they had to speak loudly to hear each other.
Willow found the experience incredibly novel. The vehicle was a bit drafty, but wearing a down jacket and being tightly held by Mitchell, she didn't feel cold at all.
The driver kindly dropped them off at the entrance of their destination, a well-known local cultural village that few outside tourists knew about. Entering the village, they saw layers of stilted houses and a lively atmosphere. The villagers wore traditional ethnic costumes, making it feel like stepping into another world.
They arrived just in time for a local festival. In the village square, many people were singing and dancing, creating a lively scene. It was Willow and Mitchell's first time witnessing such an event, and they stood on the outskirts watching the festivities.
Two young girls in traditional costumes approached them with big smiles, handing them two sets of ethnic clothing and warmly inviting them to change. Before Willow and Mitchell could react, they were pulled into the center, surrounded by singing and dancing people, and were drawn into the dance.
After a while, when the song ended, Willow quickly pulled Mitchell away. The young, beautiful girls were so pretty; she didn't want Mitchell holding hands and dancing with them any longer.
They retreated to a stilted house on the side, looking down at the dancing crowd from above, enjoying a different perspective. Later, they found a small shop selling ethnic clothing, bought a set, and changed into it.
Hand in hand, they leisurely strolled through the village, occasionally chatting with an elderly woman doing handicrafts at her door. The village elders mostly spoke in dialects that Willow and Mitchell couldn't understand, but everyone smiled, and the elderly woman chatted with them for quite a while.
A smile was the most beautiful language in the world, understood everywhere.
Unknowingly, they wandered the village until dusk. As night fell, the village lit up with countless lights, resembling stars that had fallen to earth, shining brightly.
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