Chapter 199

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, Lu Wanzhou got up with a strong sense of getting up, stretched out her hand and turned off the alarm clock, which was already the final ending of its contact for more than an hour, the owner was too cruel, and she couldn't do anything about the small alarm clock!

After more than half an hour, Lu Wanzhou finally got up, washed her face, put on makeup, and changed her clothes slowly, and it was already a little closer when she went out.

Today, she decided to go to Dianchi Lake to see the seagulls.

Taxi was hailed, and the driver's uncle was very considerate and provided a one-stop service.

When she arrived at her destination, Lu Wanzhou first went to the store and prepared some small bread and biscuits for the seagulls, wanting to experience the fun of feeding.

The idea came from last week, when she and her sister were watching a travel variety show, in which a young couple took their children to the park to feed lambs and carrots.

That happy scene suddenly made her eyes full of envy, because she had longed for it, but she also knew that it was impossible to achieve, so she had to fulfill all her dreams alone.

Only dreams can accompany you for a lifetime.

The Haigeng Dam is the river and the lake flow together, one to the right, the other to the left, do not want to let each other, each running to the east and west, but the formation of the most unique scenery of nature, Lu Wanzhou saw the natural power here, and immediately from the heart.

She buried her head and muttered: "Life is not young in the world, and illness comes and goes." ”

In the few decades of her life, she has spent enough time on Qiao Shengnan, and this year is already the eighth year, and it is time to let go. How many eight years are there in life? Or how many eight years are there in life?

Blowing the sea breeze at the Haigeng Dam and constantly sorting out the flying hair, Lu Wanzhou still didn't wait for the seagulls she wanted to see, and later she learned that the seagulls usually come to report one after another in October, and she has been staying in Spring City, a place where the four seasons are like spring, until spring comes.

Lu Wanzhou seems to know why Xiaoqiu loves this city so much, when she was chasing the drama, she thought that she would definitely come to this city in the future. Now that she understands that the natural magic possessed here is the secret of the growth of all things, the mood of the people who experience it will suddenly be enlightened.

Say goodbye to the Haigeng Dam and head to the ethnic villages not far away. This is the first day she arrived, and the taxi driver recommended a place for her, and she wanted to visit it too, maybe it could be combined with her dance.

The ethnic villages are in the most primitive and natural state, where traces of ancient buildings are preserved, as well as the customs and charm of distant times.

Lu Wanzhou couldn't help but sigh at the strong vitality of culture!

"Tick tock... Tick-tock..." The exclusive ringtone set by Lu Wanzhou for an official account rang, she hurriedly turned on her mobile phone, and after a few quick glances, she couldn't help but jump.

A male god writer she has always admired has finally been updated, this is the work she has been waiting for for six years, it is not easy!

The content updated by the official account today is a new work by a writer in an emotional writing column, called "Memories and Forgetting, I Choose You", the author Yi Niansheng.

This author was in her second year of junior high school, and I saw it by chance, and he described an experience very similar to her in the article, and there was a sentence in it that touched her very much, that is, every day of dancing will not live up to the feet that have been worn out!

"Whew" She's so excited, is the male god finally coming back?

Hurry up, she wants to book a ticket to rush back to City B as soon as possible, and the signing meeting of the male god must not be missed!

Just do it, Lu Wanzhou didn't even finish the dance in the ethnic village, took a taxi, returned to the hotel in a hurry, packed his luggage, and rushed to the airport······