Veterans are truly legendary.

Even if I saw the story of the veteran in the book, Chen Wan's night and Gu Naier were all moved and crying.

For a veteran legend who sticks to the bottom line in his heart, pays silently but does not ask for anything in return, and regards money as dung.

He has been injured on the battlefield, and he is also a hero for meritorious service, but he crawled out of the pile of dead people but did not want state subsidies, but fled from his life, lived in seclusion in Lijiang, Yunnan, opened a barbecue restaurant for decades, and accumulated millions of funds, but with a wave of his hand, his daughter was scattered only to form a fire brigade and protect the city obligarily.

Chen Goodnight stood at the door of the veteran's fire pond, it is said that the meat skewers here are particularly delicious, all veterans come here to be firefighters, open or barbecue in the fire pond at night, sometimes you can meet the veterans themselves here, drink fruit wine in a big jar together, drink until Lingding is drunk, and then the veterans happily pay......

This place really has so many legends.

This may be the reason why Lijiang is full of mystery.

Chen Wan'an gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

Isn't it a little wet, is it because you remember the story of Uncle Bing for the first time and you were moved to tears?

Did I remember that sentence, I have a glass of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust?

Chen Wan'an turned around and looked at Da Bing's hut.

On the walls are painted with patterns with a few lines of words.

Ephemera's Wings.

Pick clothes.

Worries in the heart.

Return to me.

This is a classic sentence in the Book of Songs.

It means that the tiny mayfly flutters its wings in the air, showing off its gorgeous clothes.

Sigh that my life is short, my heart is full of melancholy, where will my life end?

Compared to the feathers of a mayfly, the wings of this little creature are as colorful as a gorgeous garment.

But this beauty is hard-won, and the beauty of only one day is like a flash in the pan.

When the poet saw this scene, he sighed. A sense of urgency to cherish life and grasp the present arises spontaneously.

This is the work of the pre-Qin period.

Even people who have traveled thousands of years apart will have such an exclamation.

And on the wall of Da Bing's hut, these four sentences and sixteen words were also imprinted in Chen Wan'an's heart.

"Let's go. Chen Wan'an said with a smile.

"Where are you going?" Gu Naier was stunned.

Faced with the choice of two stores on the left and right.

"Of course, I will listen to the song first, and then eat, and I will definitely not meet a veteran if I go to eat at this time. Chen Wan'an said with a smile.

Big Ice's hut Lijiang rudder is really small.

Probably the smallest of all the cottages in the country, and certainly the most original first.

By this time the singing has already begun.

Chen Wan'an pulled Gu Naier and gently opened the small wooden door and walked in.

The house is very primitive, with a large number of yellowed or even whitened old photographs pasted on the walls, the characters on which are even difficult to read, and some very old books are also placed on the shelves.

Of course, there are also thangkas that Chen Wan'an likes hanging on the wall.

Photography is forbidden here because of the Tibetan culture and you have to learn to respect it when you come here.

Smoking is also prohibited here, and drinking alcohol is allowed.

At this time, it happened that one singer had reached the time and wanted to change to another singer, so in their free time, Chen Wan'an and Gu Nell just squeezed in to find a suitable seat.

Chen Wan'an's eyes also happened to see a box drum in front of him.

Stretched out his hand and gently touched the box drum, some familiar feelings came over, and Chen Wan'an silently took the box drum to his leg.

A big boy with glasses sitting opposite looked at Chen Wan'an with a smile.

"What's the matter, brother, can you knock?" said the older boy with a smile.

"It's okay, a little. Chen Wan'an nodded.

This box drum is not the same as the African drum, but there are similarities.

The main thing is that the sense of rhythm must be good.

"Well, if you can, you can play it later, I just think I'm bored singing. The big boy said with a smile.

Chen Wan'an was stunned.

This boy who looks about his age is the singer of the cabin?

There are many branches of the big ice hut all over the country.

Lijiang, Dali, Wuhan, Xi'an, Yangshuo, Chongqing, Chengdu, Xiamen, Xitang, Jinan, Lhasa, and Shudong Book House.

Each of these huts has its own mantra.

Just like Lijiang's poverty, it is good, and the good is good.

Chengdu's clear stream crosses, a reed wading river.

Xitang's fate follows the fate, and the small hidden Jiangnan is in the south of the Yangtze River.

Lhasa's wild dust dream, a young man.

There is also the laughter and scolding of the tree hole by people, I know it at ease.

The eight words of each city hut seem to be the state of each person at this time.

They also represent the original style of this cottage.

Of course, each cottage has a lot of singers to settle in.

There are many singers who also have their own legends, many of which are written in books.

And the one in front of him is clearly a singer in Lijiang Cottage at this time.

Although Chen Wan'an didn't know each other.

The big boy with glasses is a little skinny, but very talkative.

"Are you a couple?" the older boy asked with a smile.

Chen Wan'an glanced at Gu Naier, and Gu Naier hurriedly lowered her head.

Fortunately, the hut was very dark, so he didn't notice Gu Naier's blushing face.

"Guess what. Chen Wan'an said with a smile.

"I guess... You are in this state...... I can't guess, I can't guess, in this place in Lijiang, it is who knows who is who!" the big boy said with a smile as he tuned the guitar next to him.

"Cottage, this is probably the last bar in the world that I don't want to ......," Chen said.

"No, I think this is the real bar, come to the bar, it's nothing more than drinking and listening to songs, the songs of the cottage are the best, and the wine is the best. The big boy said with a smile.

Just then the small wooden door was opened, and two more girls entered.

"Oh, are you singing this time?" said the girl, who seemed to see that the singer was the big boy, and was surprised.

"It's me, how do you know me?" said the big boy with a smile while holding his guitar.

"I know, I listened to you in the afternoon, other singers don't like to talk, you can talk the most. ”

The big boy smiled: "Then I remember, you are book fans, right, so book fans like to light my clock, mainly because I serve well, by the way, are you two also book fans?"

Chen Wan'an nodded.

"Yes, I am attracted by the world in the book, how can there be such a free and easy person in this world!" Chen Wan'an nodded and sighed.

"Hey, who's not here for life!" the older boy shook his head.

Chen Wan'an also smiled and turned to look at Gu Naier.

Gu Nell was drinking soy milk at this time.

That's right, there is soy milk in the big ice hut......

"Whatever song you want to hear, I'll see if I can sing it!" said the big boy with a smile.

Chen Wan'an thought about it, and a good song really came to mind.

"Write to Huang Huai, how about it?" asked Chen Wan'an.