Provence is located in the southern part of France, bordering the Mediterranean Costa del Sur. According to legend, this place is the hometown of lavender, which produces high-quality wines.

Wang Lin and the others came at the right time, and you can see the last beauty of this season of lavender.

Victor had houses in Paris, but the place he usually lives in Provence.

He has a classic manor here, a luxurious villa.

He also bought a red winery, which was mainly for his family to drink, and then took it to his supermarket to sell.

Wang Lin came to Victor's villa.

This is a beautiful and romantic place!

If someone says that Provence is completely romantic, it is probably not an exaggeration, because in addition to the romantic love legend that has been circulated for a long time, there is also the Marseille, which is famous for "The Marseille", the Ive Island, which is well-known for "The Earl of Monte Cristo", and the elegant university towns Aix-en-Avignon, the medieval villas that have been savored for a long time, and the cozy cafe on the street.

Countless painters and writers have created popular works here, including Cezanne, Van Gogh, Monet, Picasso, Chacar, etc., all embarked on a new stage of artistic life in Provence, which also attracted American writer Fitzgeralo, British writer Lawrence, scientist Huxley, German poet Nietzsche and others to come for a pilgrimage.

No matter how beautiful the scenery of a place is, if there is no humanistic history, it is not enough to see it.

Victor warmly treated Wang Lin and his group at home. Because he was in a bad mood, he urged Wang Lin to drink.

"No, my friend," Wang Lin waved his hand, "I will definitely drink wine, but I want to save it until the evening to drink. I also want to go and see your red winery and the endless lavender."

Victor agreed.

After dinner, Victor asked the servant to take out a few horses and said to Wang Lin: "We men ride over, and the lady takes a car over. We first go to see the lavender, and then go to my red winery. We don't get drunk there and don't go home."

When Li Wenjuan saw a horse riding, she also wanted to come up and try it.

Wang Lin quickly grabbed Li Wenjuan's hand and said, "Wenjuan, you have never ridden a horse. This horse is not a bicycle and is not easy to ride."

"What are you afraid of! I'll ride it!" Li Wenjuan laughed, "Why don't you take me? Let's ride a horse together? If you don't take me, I'll ride it myself!"

Wang Lin was really afraid that she would fall and dared not let her ride alone, so he said, "Then you come!"

Li Wenjuan walked up to Wang Lin with a smile, climbed onto the saddle, and wanted to climb onto the horse.

But the horse was not short. She tried it several times but couldn't get it up.

"Brother-in-law, how can I get up?" Li Wenjuan looked at Wang Lin, "You are still laughing, don't you help me!"

Wang Lin laughed, held her butt, and held her upwards with force.

Li Wenjuan followed the force and got on the horse's back.

After Wang Lin helped her up, he climbed the saddle and got on the horse, saying to Lin Meimei and the others: "You come here by car, we'll leave first."

Lin Meimei pursed her lips and said, "You only bring Wenjuan, don't you take me? I'm sad and jealous!"

Li Wenjuan giggled and said, "My sister Lin, come on, just sit behind my brother-in-law and hold him."

Of course, Lin Meimei was joking and said with a smile: "Where can such a thin horse bear the three of us? Don't fall! I'll take a car!"

Victor had already gotten on the horse, slapped his butt, and the horse rushed forward.

Wang Lin rode up on a horse.

The horse's back is only so wide and the saddle is narrower. If two people sit together, the person in front can only lie in the arms of the person behind, and the two must be very close.

Wang Lin held Li Wenjuan tightly, controlled the horse's head, and followed Victor tightly.

"Brother-in-law, it's so fun!" Li Wenjuan said happily on the horse's back, "We will build a farm like this, and feed a few more horses."

Li Wenjuan's strands of hair floated on Wang Lin's face, and the fragrance penetrated directly into Wang Lin's nose.

Wang Lin's nose was a little itchy, and he coughed lightly and said, "Our horse farm is under construction, and we can ride our own horse next year."

Li Wenjuan turned her head and touched his face: "Wow! That's great, brother-in-law, you have to teach me how to ride a horse!"

Wang Lin stared at her big eyes: "Wenjuan, don't move around, I'm not very good at riding horses."

"This horse is very well-behaved," said Li Wenjuan, "It just ran too slowly, I'll take a picture of it!"

Wang Lin was just about to ask you not to pat, but Li Wenjuan's hand had already patted the horse's back.

The horse suddenly stood upright and made a neigh.

Wang Lin had a premonition, and his legs clamped the horse's belly and pulled the reins: "Wenjuan, don't slap the horse randomly!"

Victor turned his horse's head and shouted toward him.

Fortunately, the horse was well-trained and quickly calmed down.

Li Wenjuan didn't feel thrilling at all, but instead found it interesting and giggled: "Brother-in-law, this horse is so spiritual."

Wang Lin said: "Ma is a loyal and good friend of mankind."

Li Wenjuan said: "Well, pigs are our humans' good friends."

"Why?"

“The pork is delicious!”

“…”

This horse is easy to control.

Wang Lin gradually mastered some tricks and could ride his horse forward.

The vision ahead suddenly became widened.

A large piece of purple lavender stretches into the distance like the ocean.

The best month for ornamental lavender is from June to August.

By September, most of the lavender has withered.

Rarely can bloom until October. Although the original variety cannot bloom all year round, there is a kind of feather-leaf lavender that can bloom continuously as long as the temperature is appropriate. If it wants to bloom, it needs to ensure sufficient light and suitable temperature, and at the same time, it is necessary to supplement a little phosphorus and potassium fertilizer.

Wang Lin and the others saw this piece of lavender, which was feather-leaf lavender. In addition, this is the hometown of lavender, with plenty of light and a large piece of lavender blooming particularly brightly.

"Brother-in-law, it's so beautiful!" Li Wenjuan pointed at the sea of ​​flowers.

Wang Lin nodded and grabbed the horse's head.

The horse stopped.

Li Wenjuan turned around and kissed Wang Lin on the face: "Thank you brother-in-law for bringing me here to satisfy my little wish."

Wang Lin sat close to her. He didn't feel anything was wrong while riding the horse. When he stopped at this moment, his body was naturally a little inconvenient.

He smiled awkwardly: "Wenjuan, let's get off the horse and walk!"

"That's it! Sitting on the horse's back, you can see further!" Li Wenjuan was unwilling to dismount and twisted her waist.

This took Wang Lin's life!

How could he withstand such a masculine man?

Wang Lin was about to speak when he saw a group of birds flying over there. The birds flew very low, and a large group of them flew over in a row, which was very spectacular.

He was stunned.

Li Wenjuan pointed to the birds and said, "Brother-in-law, they won't poop on me, right?"

Wang Lin couldn't help laughing when he thought of her being hit by pigeon dung.

The birds flew away in the air.

Wang Lin and Li Wenjuan got off their horses one after another and walked towards the sea of ​​lavender flowers.

Victor sat down and found a small dirt slope to sit down.

No matter how beautiful the scenery here is, he has long been used to it and disagreed. Seeing Wang Lin and the others so happy, he just smiled slightly.

Lin Meimei and the others arrived later, and were amazed by the purple sea of ​​flowers in front of Ken, and they screamed one by one.

Next, the women will naturally take a photo with the sea of ​​flowers.

Wang Lin honored to be a photographer.

After taking a single photo for each of them, Wang Lin handed the camera to Lin Daimei and asked her to take one for her to take a photo.

It is rare to come to southern France. Even if you come next time, you may not necessarily go to Provence, and you may not necessarily catch up with the lavender season.

Li Wenjuan ran over, hugged Wang Lin's arm, and asked Lin Meimei to take a group photo.

There is a windmill house on one side of the sea of ​​flowers, and there is no one living there, probably a decorative attraction.

The windmill house is snow-white, and people stand by the house to take photos. The background is particularly beautiful and exotic.

After taking an hour of photos, everyone's interest moved to the sea of ​​flowers and shuttled and ran among the sea of ​​flowers.

Strolling in the lavender fields, feeling the oncoming breeze, smelling the faint fragrance of lavender, you can take a random shot and make a beautiful masterpiece, without any pre-composition or post-editing.

The purple sea of ​​flowers, accompanied by blue sky and white clouds, looks like an oil painting written by a painter.

Wang Lin and the others wandered in the sea of ​​flowers until they left at 5:30 in the evening.

Under the setting sun, a golden color forms a sharp contrast with the purple of lavender. Such a high color saturation does not make people feel too bright, but it feels particularly beautiful, which is really fascinating.

In the evening, Wang Lin and his friends had a meal at Victor's wine estate.

Victor gave the winery a nice Chinese name: "Qilin Winery."
To be continued...