Xiao Bohan washed up, cleaned up, a few people came down to eat breakfast, and went out together, Tang Keke led everyone to Yuhuatai, they boarded the Muwei Pavilion and talked to a staff member about Nanjing, Xiao Bohan found that the original city is really very inclusive, because this city is in the middle of the Qinling Huai River, that is to say, it is the dividing line between the north and the south of China, in the south of the Yangtze River, here is the north, in Beijing, here is the south.

In Xiao Bohan's eyes, this is a place as beautiful as the south of the Yangtze River, and it is also a lazy, leisurely city with an ancient culture. 、

The staff member said the guess in Xiao Bohan's heart, Nanjing people are tolerant, the melting pot of the north and the south is harmonious here, just like the hybrid culture of the United States, there is enough space to display itself, and at the same time there is an ancient accumulation for you to imagine, freedom and culture, you can get, that is, here, the smell of rouge can be felt everywhere, there is a sweet smell in the air, with the grace of the Jiangnan woman and the pungency of the northern woman, making you irresistible, not xenophobic, making you feel at ease, not crowded, giving you space, not cramped, making you comfortable, with a smile, the itch in your heart is getting heavier and heavier。

Later, they turned several places, they didn't take a taxi, Xiao Bohan wanted to feel the charm of the city, on the bus, Xiao Bohan was very glad that he didn't take the subway to any tourist spots, because, the subway is underground, covering up the atmosphere of the city, completely extinguishing the color of the city, he is very moved by every flower and grass here, here is full of water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River, there are also rough lines in the north, of course, the noise and transpiration of the flowers are also the scenery that can be embraced at any time.

After watching for a long time, all the people were hungry, so everyone found a restaurant that was not very large, and as soon as they entered, Xiao Bohan was "really surprised"! All kinds of snacks, staple foods, seafood, barbecue, porridge, vegetables, anyway, regardless of the land in the sea, in the south of the Yangtze River and in the north of the Yangtze River, as long as China has it, from the spicy tang in Sichuan to the dumplings in the north, Rice soup, basically included, and the spaciousness of the whole canteen makes people feel bright, the small cubicles selling snacks are red wood as the architectural skeleton, and some are also hung with lanterns, giving people a feeling of visiting the night market, as if returning to ancient times in an instant, back to the time of the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, Jiangnan and Jiangbei are prosperous, and they are happy, such a fantasy, next to Xiao Bohan should indeed be led by him, he is like an ancient elegant scholar, while enjoying the lanterns, while tasting.

Li Kehao said: "Big brother, your appetite is so good today!"

Xiao Bohan said, "Look at Coco, a girl, who can eat more than me, and is not afraid of growing meat." ”

Tang Keke wrapped his mouth full of things, and said inarticulately: "What's wrong with long meat, men like plump now." ”

Li Kehao smiled and said: "That's probably only liked by thin men, this is called complementarity, you know? We don't have too thin men here." ”

Tang Keke swallowed something, glanced at Xiao Bohan and said, "Those may not be, aren't they, Mr. Xiao?"

Xiao Bohan was a little nervous in his heart, this girl can say anything, although she is not an outsider here, Li Kehao also faintly understands some of the wind ~ rhyme ~ things of himself and Tang Keke, but after all, he is still embarrassed.

Xiao Bohan snorted and said, "Ao, Ao, eat quickly, eat quickly, this shrimp bun is very good, come on, try one per person." He sandwiched one of them to everyone, so that Tang Keke's terrible mouth could be blocked.

After eating, everyone's spirit recovered, Tang Keke proposed to continue to turn around, go to the Confucius Temple to see, Li Kehao didn't want to go, said that he didn't want to go back to sort out the materials, the young man who arrived was also embarrassed, Xiao Bohan was not reluctant, so he said: "Or I'll accompany Coco around, you go back and rest for a while." ”

Tang Ke could see that Xiao Bohan wanted to accompany him, of course he was very happy, and said: "Okay, let's go and see if you are Li Kehao, like an old lady, you can't stand it after walking for a long time, or Bohan." ”

Li Kehao said with disdain on his face: "Pull it, don't you just not accompany you around, as for hitting me like this?"

Xiao Bohan laughed and said, "Okay, okay, let's go, you two, pinch when you meet, it's like this at school, and it won't change it now." ”

A few people laughed a few words, and they separated, and Xiao Bohan and Tang Keke went shopping.

Tang Keke blocked a taxi, soon arrived at the station and got off the train, they identified the direction, and walked towards the Confucius Temple, the opposite street reads, "Nanjing Confucius Temple Pedestrian Street", above is a doorpost and plaque made of stone similar to the gate, the book has the words "Confucius Temple", walk in, many cute shops, most of them sell clothes, there are brands, there are also characteristics, at the beginning of the night, dyed a corner of the sunset, Tang Keke took Xiao Bohan's arm, and walked towards the depths of the alley.

Now Xiao Bohan has nothing to be afraid of, affectionately holding Tang Keke's arm, laughing and talking all the way, walking, watching, all kinds of snacks and hotels, there are all kinds of things, I don't know what the feeling will be inside, the two walked out of the alley, strolling to the most prosperous depths, crowds of people, all kinds of small handicrafts and clothes shops, crowded with eyes, Tang Keke was full of joy, all the way to see everything is curious, Xiao Bohan did not blindly follow, just glanced at it, with the slices of Yuhua stone, ground into the shape of a fan, there is a hole, can be worn as a necklace, there is a rustic and wild beauty, smart between the neck flashing, which touches people's eyes and the hearts of their loved ones, especially in the middle of the collarbone and shoulder blades, there is a fresh and natural thing gushing out that makes you emotional.

There are also many unfinished wood carving products, the shape of these wood carvings, from the original general shape of the wood, but those pen knife kung fu, are trained in Chinese gongbi painting, a board and a glance, all convey the character or scenery of the god, reminiscent of the ancient craftsmen of the unique skills, I don't know and not as high as the level of the ancients, because of a century of continuous war, from the crow / From the war to the final war of liberation, how many craftsmen have lost their skills, how many work that has not had time to be taught has been buried in the ground, countless, can only pay silent tribute, waiting for a little revival of this woodcut root carving, a little bit of recovery, a little bit of inheritance and innovation, maybe there is a day beyond the predecessors, this peaceful era, gave the Renaissance a variety of necessary conditions, I believe that the craftsmanship of Jiangnan will always have a day to regain lost ground.

Xiao Bohan continued to move forward, not afraid of the incendiary words spoken for the sake of buying and selling, and restrained many impulses in his heart, still putting elegance in the depths of his memory.

And in the distant city of Liulin, there is not as beautiful as Xiao Bohan sees,

It was just dark, next to a remote road in the suburbs, there was a small painting factory, and in a lonely small dilapidated building next to it, there were dozens of migrant workers, sleeping in a noisy dormitory in a daze, spending their days in chaos, the smell of cigarettes and sweat filled the small dilapidated house on the second floor, snoring and bragging echoed each other, and under the gray and yellow light in the chaos, the stench of the dark lay under the bed and told the pain of the chaotic life. "Clang, clang", the sound of machetes and steel pipes rubbing against the iron handrails of the stairs in the silence of the night.

"Fuck B, *** mongrel turtle sons are here again, those little bastards are fucking scraping the ground again!" muttered someone in the dark. The migrant workers stood up from the bed, so they pretended to be asleep and continued to pretend to be asleep, but the awake ones closed their eyes, and those who fell asleep really fell asleep.

"Bang. It was a big kick, I don't know who was kicked off the bed in the dark, one hand reached straight to the person sleeping on the bed, twisted the clothes on the chest, and pulled it hard, "Bang, bang." The two loud slaps were accompanied by a loud shout: "Take out the money quickly, whoever doesn't take it will stab whom!"

The beaten man was silent, trembling as if he had reached into the bed and fumbled for his clothes.

The bastard with a cigarette and a strand of yellow hair in his bare arms thought that the plot would develop unexpectedly smoothly according to expectations, his eyes rolled proudly, but in an instant, he aimed at the other people in the room with fierce light, and the corners of his mouth twitched, motioning for others to go over and search as well. Under the dim shadows of the lamp, the beaten person seemed to hand over something, and the yellow-haired bastard smiled on his face, and reached out casually to drag, "Take it." Before he could say the two words, he suddenly felt that the money in his hand seemed to be a little cold, cold, cold and sharp. That's not money, it's a knife.

Huang Mao just opened his mouth in horror, the knife flipped in his hand and picked up his thumb, straight to his stomach, Huang Mao hurriedly dodged, the breath didn't have time to spit out, the knife had been inserted into his ribs, straight into the bone.

It was only at this time that the pain in the heart invaded Huang Mao's nerves, "Ah!" Huang Mao screamed hysterically, and the knife instantly slashed his cheek and mouth, and three seconds later, a small piece of Huang Mao's face left his cheek, and his lips were cut into four pieces up and down to become a free mouth, and Huang Mao was frightened and collapsed to the ground.

Blood kept pouring out of Huang Mao's abdomen, face, and mouth, and the person who put down Huang Mao was the blue wolf of Hengdao Group, and he had now stepped on Huang Mao's face and stomped hard.

The little brothers brought by Huang Mao were stunned by this sudden change, and stood there trembling all over their bodies, and shouted one after another: "We are Yan Yong's subordinates of Yongding Company, you.... You're there. ”

As soon as the blue wolf lifted the yellow hair, "crackling" was another violent beating, and then poked the yellow hair's subordinates with his hand, and the forehead of the little brother who spoke just now said: "You remember, my name is the blue wolf, this place has now been taken over by Hengdao, you *** will dare to come to collect money in the future, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite!"

The brothers brought by the blue wolf who had been ambushed in the migrant workers for a long time were silent and pretending to be asleep just now, but now they all stood up, and a few beautiful flying legs beat the unsuspecting brothers of Yongding Company to the ground, and brought the spirit of beating the water dog to the extreme, and beat the little brother brought by Huang Mao to kneel and beg for mercy. Dear readers, in order to prevent this book from being blocked on the website, please be sure to pay attention to my WeChat public account 'Ximen also blows snow", so that you can see me more, better, and you won't be unable to see the book because of the blocking.