The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

The beauty of Jiangnan is known to the whole world, and no one needs to comment on it.

But even if it is a good place, if you stay for a long time, it will make people feel tasteless, and Gongliang is like this.

Gongliang used to study at Zhejiang University, and after graduation, he mixed in the city.

He went to college in his twenties and graduated at twenty-four. In a blink of an eye, at the age of thirty, he has become an old bird from an ignorant rookie, but he still has nothing and has achieved nothing.

Pathetic!

Some people say that when a person reaches thirty, if he does not have hundreds of thousands of savings in his pocket, no house, no car, and no sister, it is a failed life. It's helpless, he's this kind of person.

Most of the reason for this is related to his character. He is lazy, introverted, quiet and inactive, and likes to live an unrestrained life. So, as soon as he graduated, he began his career in writing novels. His novels are tepid, not up or down, and he earns three or four thousand yuan a month, saving a little, and still has a few cents left over to spend all day drinking.

In this way, he was content.

Because he is introverted and doesn't like to socialize, he doesn't have much contact with his friends.

Therefore, his daily life is basically to get up in the morning, wash his face, cook, eat, and write novels, and go to bed at noon, get up, and write novels until he finishes his last supper at night and goes to bed. However, occasionally when he is tired, he will go out for a walk, travel to distant places, sometimes feel that his body has deteriorated, and he will also exercise, but unfortunately it does not last long.

His life is like a glass of boiled water, plain and unremarkable, without half a drop of highlights.

Thirty, in the eyes of an eighteen-year-old boy, is already an old man.

The hearts of old men are mostly sullen and wild.

If a person's life is counted as 90 years, Gongliang has already spent one-third of his life.

A third of that!

Gongliang opened the curtains, it was a sunny day outside, and turned his head to look at the bed, computer, wardrobe, and bookshelf inside, this is all he has. It's okay for life to be mixed like this. He could have gone on like this, but he suddenly didn't want to. He felt that he could live a different way of life, instead of being as boring and boring as he was now, like a stagnant pool of life.

He wants to leave the city, he wants to wander the wilderness, and imprint his footprints in every corner of the world.

He thought that he could write novels to earn money while traveling, and if he was in a good mood, he would find a place to live, and if he was in a bad mood, he would leave and move on, instead of being as stupid as a snail nesting in this square inch like now.

It's decided, it's time to go.

Early the next morning, he took a car to Yanguan Town, Haining, which was the time of the astronomical tide, and waves kept hitting the shore and splashing countless splashes. He admired it for a moment, then packed his bags and headed south. From here, he had to walk along the seashore with his feet. He didn't know if he would return to the original point, maybe the journey was tiring and bitter, but it didn't matter, he didn't want to regret that his life was not wonderful until he was old. He wanted to say that he had no regrets.

Half a month later, he came to Weijiao, Zhangzhou Town, Fujian.

There is a different scenery here than Zhejiang, looking at it from a distance, I can only see a cluster of black shadows standing in the misty place, that should be Wanwan! According to the local elders, the two sides of the strait are very close, and there used to be people who used to sit on the lid of a wooden pot to cook a big pot of rice and drift down the river to Wanwan, and I don't know whether it is true or not.

At night, he slept in a forest by the sea, listening to the sound of some waves, and his heart was quiet.

Outside the earth, meteorological satellites suddenly monitored the clouds over Fujian Province and turned into a whirlpool.

Gongliang, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up from his dream, he just dreamed that he was sleeping on the edge of a cliff and accidentally fell. Walking out of the woods, he saw an amazing scene. In the night, a white line hung down from the sky, and a whirlpool rose on the surface of the sea, and the water flowed straight into the sky with the whirlpool, forming a rotating column of water.

The dragon sucks water.

He didn't expect that he had such luck that he could see the dragon absorbing water, so he quickly picked up his mobile phone and took a picture.

Wow, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, that thing seemed to be coming to my side.

He hurriedly pulled his legs and ran, but unfortunately man was no match for the power of nature after all, and the dragon sucked up the water and quickly approached to suck him up. He swirled in the dragon's water-absorbing column, turning higher and higher, straight up into the clouds. Only then did he realize that the night sky was so beautiful, and that the stars were winking at him like innocent fairies.

But these are not what he wants to see, and even if he wants to see them, he must stand on the ground and watch them, not floating in the sky.

Help! The Three Qing Daozun, the Jade Emperor, the Heavenly Virgin Mazu Mo Niang, the Emperor Baosheng, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering, help your life! Otherwise, foreign gods, God, and the Virgin Mary can come to the rescue.

It's over, will it be broken into meat sauce, and there won't be even ashes at that time!

As he was thinking wildly, the dragon's power to absorb water slowly weakened, and his body fell sharply as a result.

"Help, help!"

Gongliang danced with his hands and feet, screaming in embarrassment.

Suddenly, he saw a vast jungle below, and in the middle of it was a sunken canyon like an extinct volcano, in which there was no wood, and in the middle stood a huge rock, and the direction in which he had fallen was the same stone.

"It's over. ”

Gongliang muttered to himself, and fainted.

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Chapter I

"Ahh

Gongliang suddenly woke up, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

"Huh..."

Suddenly, he felt weird. He wasn't sucked into the air by the dragon and fell down, there seemed to be a big stone underneath, how did he not turn into meat sauce, and he was still sitting here.

Could it have been all a dream?

He touched his hands, his legs, his body. It felt very, very wrong, he was obviously a thirty-year-old adult, how could he become a child with thin arms and legs? Only then did he realize that the place where he was was actually a stone house. That's right, it's a stone house hewn out of stone, and even the sleeping place is stone. There were also some animal skins hanging in the room, and there was a small black stone stove in the corner, and a few small holes were cut next to it, which was considered a window.

Where is this?

Could it be that he didn't fall on a stone just now, but fell somewhere else and was rescued?

But it's not right! How did I get smaller? And he didn't wear anything on his body. He's all naked now, and he's blowing the wind even ******. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't believe he was getting smaller—because ****** wasn't big.