As they talked, they came to a clearing in the woods. Niu Liang's eyes widened, and the search seemed to be looking for him with a magnifying glass! However, he searched several times: there was no one!

Niu Liang said in frustration: "This is the place! But there is still no one!"

Liu Dong didn't seem to believe it, and walked around the clearing again: there was still no trace of a person! Niu Liang came to a big tree and pointed with his hand: "He was sitting under this tree at that time, and there was a gray-brown cloth blanket more than two feet long and more than a foot wide in front of him, and the book was placed on the blanket. Behind the cloth carpet there is also a piece of advertising paper, on which is written the words "the author sells books, the world's first strange book, sweeping the history of human civilization for 10,000 years", and directly below the advertising paper, there is also a small poem written with a pen, the content of the poem is "strange books have been completed in ten years, and they are terrifying to look at; "He was still reading a book in his hand, the title of which was "The Legend of the Giants......"

When Liu Dong listened, it was as if he was listening to a distant legend, full of boundless reverie! Niu Liang said, as if he was telling a distant memory, full of deep longing! And the two converged in the sigh of the opportunity of life: the opportunity cannot be lost, the loss will not come again, the encounter is fate, the encounter can not be sought, the changes of the world are impermanent, and suddenly life is blurred into a fluctuating breeze!

After listening to Niu Liang, Liu Dong couldn't help but chant an ancient poem:

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years!"

Niu Liang seemed to have realized: "Forget it! Don't think about these things that are gone and can't be recovered!"

Then the two of them sat down at the foot of the tree. Liu Dong couldn't help asking, "Then what should you do?"

Niu Liang: "There is always a time when the harsh winter will pass, and the night can't be indefinite—leave it alone, let's talk about something else, right?"

Liu Dong: "Okay!"

So the two began to talk widely. They talked about the mystery of heaven and nature, the mystery of the earth and mankind, environmental pollution, the population explosion, terrorism, advertising, marketing, tourism, literature, art, movies, celebrities, computers, games, love, sex, anecdotes encountered in the past, and ideals of life in the future. When talking about his future ideals, Niu Liang said: "My ideal is to drive the taxi service to the limit!"

Liu Dong: "Drive the taxi service to the limit? I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Niu Liang: "It is to constantly pursue a new realm of taxi service, until the highest level in the taxi category, and the current 'Haosang' can be said to have just started!"

Liu Dong: "I kind of understand!"

Niu Liang: "What about you? What is your ideal? Do you plan to be a masseur forever?"

Liu Dong: "This kind of masseur may not be a long-term solution. Does it have the kind of extreme pursuit that you have? No, it doesn't make much sense. As for my future aspirations, I haven't thought about it yet. However, I'm more interested in body art photography. ”

Niu Liang: "Really, it seems that your fate has come!"

Liu Dong: "What fate?"

Niu Liang: "One of the themes of that book is about body art, and the author has conceived a limit in it, you can take a good look at it, maybe it will help you in the future!"

Liu Dong: "Really, I really should study it well! Then let's go back?"

Niu Liang raised his wrist and looked at the following table: "Ah, I've been sitting for a long time! It's time to go!"

With such a vast sea and sky, the confusion and distress in Niu Liang's heart were almost diluted. The two of them stood up and walked easily towards the outside of the forest.