Niu Liang was walking listlessly on the street pushing his bicycle, the clouds on his face seemed to cover the entire sky, and his legs sank as if they were filled with lead! No road! There was no way out! What should I do with the money for this car? Niu Liang was annoyed for a while, and suddenly looked up and found a small card newly pasted on an electric pole next to him. So he stepped forward to watch. The small card reads:

A luxury nightclub

Urgent

Mr. Public Relations, several public relations ladies. Requirements: Male height is more than 1.8 meters, handsome appearance, female is more than 1.65 meters, outstanding appearance. The daily income is tens of thousands.

Contact number: 1360680119010

Niu Liang watched, watched, and felt a fever on his face. He had already heard the inside story of Miss Public Relations of this nightclub. Before he finished reading it, Niu Liang pushed the car away, but the voice of "tens of thousands of daily incomes" kept echoing in his head, and he couldn't help but think: "If I go to work for a month, the money to buy a car will be about the same." But ......"

Niu Liang was distraught, got on the bicycle steeply, and galloped forward. He can't imagine that he would do that kind of thing regardless of shame! In the education he received since he was a child, those are the most shameless things in human beings! He has been excellent in character and learning since he was a child, and although he has now given up the college entrance examination to become an older brother, he must not degenerate to that point!

Niu Liang rode violently, and after a while, he suddenly looked up and found that he had arrived in the alley at the door of his house. He felt that he could not go back, so he turned around and drove towards the ruins of the Old Summer Palace.

The Old Summer Palace, the former royal garden, a giant garden that gathers the treasures of Eastern and Western art, was destroyed by the plundered war more than 100 years ago, except for the Western Pavilion that was renovated and turned into a heritage park, most of the others are still abandoned there, barren grass and wild trees, the wind is at its own right, and the broken walls and tiles have long been covered tightly, interspersed with several rural roads. Walking into it, the feeling of being in the ancient capital of the Orient suddenly disappears, as if you have arrived in a remote countryside! The Fuyuanmen community, where Niu Liang's family is located, is on the edge of this "countryside", and in fact it was one of several small villages that developed on this ruins. When he was a child, Niu Liang and Liu Kun went to the "countryside" from time to time to play, catching crickets and butterflies, picking wild flowers and wild fruits, especially the "wild walnut forest" - I don't know who planted it, and it was unattended, and it became everyone's favorite. Whenever the walnuts are ripe, everyone climbs the tree to pick, beat, eat, everyone is full of food, not to mention, but also to pick a big bag, a pair of hands black for two months can not be washed!

For the ruins of the Old Summer Palace, what impressed Niu Liang the most was the Western Museum. Whenever he saw the remnants of art, he had a feeling of heartache, as if it had penetrated deep into the bone marrow and would never get better. When he was six years old, he wrote a small poem called "The Ruins of the Old Summer Palace", which was old-fashioned and was called a "prodigy" by adults. The following is reproduced for the benefit of readers:

Title: The site of the Old Summer Palace

The war of savage plunder,

Will all the Qionglou Yuque,

All reduced to ashes.

Only the remnants of these art remain,

Like an immortal elf,

Crashing into people's eyes,

Let people think about it

The enchantment of history

It hurts my soul!