The owner of Huaxi Homestay is named Cao. It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening after the reservation, and he hesitated to call him and asked if Xiaoyu Village was really close to the Huangling Cableway? Old Cao said, next to the ropeway, and said to pick me up at the foot of the mountain the next day. On the way to Huangling, he called several times to ask where he was. At the foot of the mountain, I saw the dark old Cao, chubby, with a fiery heart under his rough appearance. After lunch, I took me to the scenic spot. The ticket office was not far from his home. I was told on the road to call him to see the night scene. He picked me up on a motorcycle, "It doesn't matter, a few minutes." I was moved for a while. The next day I was sent down the mountain. I got on the shuttle bus to Wuyuan and remembered that I forgot to pay for breakfast—a bowl of egg noodles. Calling him, he laughed: "I invite you."
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