Under the flashing neon lights, several scantily clad girls gathered around: "Big brother, is it okay to drink with us", "Let's dance together", we hurriedly fled there and returned to the youth hostel.

In a hurried city, hope is the starting point of the hustle and bustle, and disappointment is the source of throbbing.

Throughout the night, Daewoo kept him turning over, but Xiao Yong slept very deeply, and the little snoring continued, so I simply turned on the mp3 and dispelled the night in Xu Wei's hoarse aria.

The next day, Zhaoyang is always the first to get up, when I opened my eyes, he was already looking through the tourist map, according to the plan, there are still many attractions to explore step by step today, see the mountains and see the city to see the ancients, and there are some delicacies to taste, of course, snacks and hot pot, to meet the taste on the tip of the tongue, and a good route, the right time is particularly critical.

In the sound of birds in Geyue Mountain, between the gray walls and brown tiles of the White Mansion, Yang Hucheng, Ye Ting, Jiang Zhuyun, Xu Jianye, Luo Shiwen, and Che Yaoxian ...... One by one, the vivid names are like weeping, and the sorrowful wind and rain are like obscurity, and they stand up an immortal city. We walked in with respect, in the cold breath of Sensen, in the sound of iron and blood...... , in the fluttering butterfly that flew out of the hand of a small radish head, and walked out with respect.

In the alleys of Ciqikou, walking in this snack street with the atmosphere of the ancient town, we followed the Dianping to eat and eat, Chen Mahua, Sugar Guan Dao, Da Qi Ba, Kneading Noodles, Twisted Sugar, Boiled Fish, Mao Xuewang...... In a series of shouting voices, In the strong commercial atmosphere, we have eaten all the way, and in our leisure time, we are waiting for "The Ancient City Meeting", "Capturing Wang Kui Alive", "Zhaojun Out of the Plug", "Wutai Brother", these well-known Sichuan opera jokes, stepping on the idea of tight and slow gongs and drums, slowly killing good times.

Wonderful, of course, it is food, just stop and find a small but authentic noodle restaurant. Click on a bowl of noodles, it looks like two pieces of green vegetables on the surface, floating with a faint aroma, as soon as you stir up the noodles in the bowl, you will find that the bottom of the noodles hides the essence of the whole bowl of Chongqing noodles: special chili oil and some minced meat, slowly down the stomach, the color and fragrance make people trance. I found another hot pot restaurant, which is still authentic, but with the addition of tribute vegetable balls and Houttuynia cordata. The tribute vegetables are added to the meatballs and have a special texture of crunching, the meat is very delicate, and the freshness of the tribute dishes is added, and the taste of Houttuynia cordata boiled in the hot pot is very wonderful, and the tip of the tongue naturally floats up.

In the winding mountain road, the morning time passed compactly and heavily, relying on not very accurate navigation, Daewoo drove around the city, Xiao Yong was still focused on looking for the black and red buttocks of the city, Zhaoyang was thinking about going there to eat and stay there at night, I also began to contact Xiaoying, and soon made an appointment to meet on the island near their school.

When we arrived at the café, Xiaoying was already waiting for us for a while, it was two o'clock in the afternoon, Xiaoying was wearing a pale green dress, her hair was tied up, and there was a bow hairpin pinned to the right corner of her forehead, the black and white kind. It gives people a classical illusion of beauty.

But I don't want to, in the midst of this illusory beauty, the four of us men with wide eyes really feel that we are traveling, in fantasy, lost in the flickering of the time machine.

Because, next to Xiaoying, a girl sat there quietly, as if she was sitting quietly in a bar, but in front of her, there was a cup of tea, and four men who were stunned...