After entering the book, I no longer want to be a substitute

half year later.

Country F.

Yunxiu packed up simply and followed Shiyu to relax in a village near Provence.

In the original world, when they were still young, Yunxiu promised Shiyu that she would accompany him here. This was one of the places they had agreed on.

When he just reached the foot of the mountain, Yunxiu saw a golden star hanging between the limestone cliffs.

She asked Shi Yu what was so special about this.

It turns out that this eye-catching golden star is the symbol of the ceramic town. It was presented by a brave knight who returned safely from the Crusades to commemorate those who died or survived the battle.

There are mostly elderly people living in the village, and they seem to recognize Shi Yu. Every time he passes by a house, there will be an old man or a child who greets him or exchanges a few words with him.

Judging from the appearance of those people, they must have known Shi Yu a long time ago.

Maybe he has done something good.

Otherwise, how could these people be so friendly?

Yunxiu basked in the sunshine as he walked beside Shiyu through the alleys. There was a blue sky above their heads, and the roofs and spires of European-style buildings cast shadows on the path.

This place is full of tranquility, like a paradise on earth.

After walking for a while, Yunxiu couldn't help but turn his head, quietly took a look at the man's delicate profile, and asked: "Have you lived here before?"

Shi Yu looked over, said nothing, then quickly looked ahead, thought for a moment, and then said, "No, I just come over to visit when I have nothing to do."

"I didn't expect you still have such leisure time after all these years." She said with a smile, somewhat innocent.

Shi Yu slowed down his pace and suddenly stopped where he was.

Yunxiu took a few steps before noticing something was wrong. Turning around, she saw him in a daze and asked, "What's wrong?"

He seemed to have recalled something and was staring at a certain spot on the ground, not paying attention to what Yunxiu said next.

Yunxiu waited for a while, but lost his patience and simply walked back, took out one of his free hands from his coat pocket and waved it in front of him.

"Which woman are you thinking about?" Her tone was a little unhappy and speculative, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Shi Yu came back to his senses in a daze, and because he didn't hear clearly what she was complaining about, he said "Huh?" in confusion.

Yunxiu put his hands on his hips and said, "Let me ask you which woman you were thinking about just now?"

Which woman?

Isn't she his only wife?

Shi Yu retorted: "I think it's because you're thinking about other men every day, so this is the psychological reflex effect of me thinking about other women, right?"

Yunxiu covered his mouth in surprise, staring at Shiyu with wide eyes, and said in disbelief: "Did you guess all this?"

Shi Yu: “…”

*

The English name of the ceramic town is Moustiers Sainte-Marie Village, and it is known as the "Jingdezhen" of France.

The ceramic town is hard to find on the map.

But it is a miracle in Provence, at least that's what the locals say. It is like a pearl inlaid on the cliff.

The town is hidden in a pile of limestone hillsides, close to the Verdun Natural Park. The Rioul River flows through the town, and the natural scenery is excellent.

There are only about 700 households in the town, but it never looks monotonous due to lack of population. On the contrary, it is colorful and beautiful, attracting a large number of tourists every year.

When the two of them passed by a small ceramics shop, Shi Yu suddenly stopped and asked her, "The porcelain here is very good in terms of color, shape, glaze, and layout. Let's go in and take a look?"

The house is not big, just two floors, and various porcelains are displayed inside and outside.

Especially the porcelain bowls, plates and pottery jars, which are carved with patterns of different colors. These purely handmade porcelains have a unique local flavor. Although they have some flaws, they do not affect the beauty at all.

Yunxiu turned around and asked him, "Do you like collecting porcelain?"

He said, “It’s OK.”

Yunxiu smiled and walked in.

Shi Yu followed closely behind and greeted the shop owner. They seemed to know each other and smiled knowingly at each other.

When classical ceramics meet modern patterns, the combination of the two is truly a stunner, worthy of its fame in the European continent. In the local area, ceramics may be a kind of heritage, a kind of civilization, or the eternal pride and belief in the hearts of a certain generation.

Next to the fruit stall, a woman from Country F with an elegant smile is leaning against a tree waiting for customers. From a distance, it is definitely a picture worth cherishing.

Yunxiu picked and chose, but he really didn't like this one, so he called Shiyu for help and asked him, "What are the requirements for this?"

Shi Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled as clear and bright as a spring. "What's so particular about this? Just pick whatever you want and take it back to collect it."

Yunxiu didn't respond, but looked around again, and finally walked towards a wooden stand with flower vines in the corner where a complete set of tea sets was placed. He fell in love with a set of pure white tea sets almost at first sight.

Although pure white, the color is very eye-catching. The cup is carved with exquisite patterns, showing the vines spreading and growing at their most unrestrained. In its simplicity, it exudes a sense of elegance. Although it is not the finest product, it stands out among the colorful pottery and porcelain in the room.

The two men picked out a few glazed pottery jars of different shapes, took them with them, said goodbye to the owner, and began to walk through the central avenue of the town.

There was always clean water on the road to quench the thirst of passers-by. Yunxiu scooped up a mouthful of water with his hands and brought it to his mouth. The sweet water was a little cold, but not cold enough to freeze his teeth.

Shi Yu tilted his head to look at her, and suddenly an idea came to him. He said, "You hold it and let me drink it too."

Qin Yang rolled his eyes at him, wiped his mouth, and started walking forward. "It's not like I don't have hands."

He couldn't help laughing, lingered for a moment, and followed.

Shi Yu seemed to be very familiar with this place, and soon took Yunxiu to a famous local ceramics museum.

The museum is not very big, with only 5 rooms, but the ceramic exhibits here are rich in variety, much richer than the ceramic shop just now. Walking into it is like accidentally entering the world of ceramics, with various types of ceramics, various styles and dazzling array.

Shi Yu handed the bag to Yun Xiu to carry, took off the camera hanging from his neck, and took a photo of her and the ceramics as she walked forward. He seemed to be quite skilled in photography, with his own unique way of adjusting light and color.

Yunxiu heard the "click" sound of the camera and subconsciously turned around to look. As soon as he did this, he skillfully raised the camera and perfectly captured the moment when she turned around and smiled.

It was already evening when we left the museum.

Yunxiu asked worriedly, "Where are we going to stay tonight?"

He lowered his head and sorted through the photos. "I have a house here."

Yunxiu: "How expensive is that?"

The price of buying a house here should be quite high.

Shi Yu: "It was given to me by someone else, I didn't ask for money."

Yunxiu: "..."