The fat cat still maintained the original pace and rhythm, and after walking in front of the two, he raised his head slightly and glanced at the two of them, and then suddenly jumped up and jumped on Xiao Fang's body, and then quickly adjusted his posture and sat firmly on Xiao Fang's lap.

It all took less than a minute. Zhang Feng and Xiaofang were first briefly stunned and then turned into a joyful magpie dance, like concubines who had been turned over by the emperor, surprised and delighted.

"Hey, once again confirms that sentence, in the world of cats, people are their slaves. Zhang Feng sighed.

This time, Xiao Fang did not agree, but carefully stroked its hair, so soft, so fluffy, so fat, so that Xiao Fang did not dare to change her posture easily, for fear that her poor service would anger it and lead her to a cold palace.

After thinking about it, it is not appropriate to touch it by himself, plus it is a boy, and it will cause misunderstanding if he loves the cat too much, so Zhang Feng hurried up at this time, like a royal photographer, taking pictures from all angles, and the flower cat always looked into the distance with a deep expression, not knowing what it was thinking. After about 10 minutes, the cat got up and jumped to the ground, stretched, and walked away with the same pace as it came. After the cat walked away, Xiaofang also got up, dusted off the cat hair on her pants, and the cats all over the world were shedding hair, and the two walked to a high ground in front.

There is a row of wooden stairs in front of the hillside, which is convenient for visitors to climb up and overlook. At the top of the stairs, another black cat appeared in front of him, the difference was that this cat did not have the air of an emperor, but instead resembled a drunken guard, leaning on the stairs with his eyes closed and napping. Zhang Feng couldn't bear to disturb its good dreams, and crept up the stairs.

After climbing up the stairs, there are purple wildflowers all over the mountains, at first Zhang Feng didn't think there was anything special about this flower, thinking that it was just a group of brilliant wildflowers, when Zhang Feng slowly walked inside and looked down at these petals from above, Zhang Feng was surprised to find that their shape was so special, like ice flowers. It turns out that this is the legendary Lu Binghua.

"This is Lu Binghua, isn't it good-looking?" Zhang Feng gave a close-up.

The audience in the live broadcast room was very cooperative and praised one after another, although the flowers were really good, but all the barrage scenes became hahaha and the like, as for the reason, Zhang Feng was very fascinated, and he didn't understand the happiness of the spectators.

Passing through this sea of purple lupin flowers, in front of which are some relics left behind after the eruption, clusters of succulents growing on the volcanic rocks, make the volcanic rock, which originally heralded death, breathe a trace of life.

The life that can survive on volcanic rocks, in Zhang Feng's view, is worthy of respect, after all, it is not easy for them to take root and sprout, especially these volcanic rocks that are not very old.

Take photos, occasionally sit down and look at the scenery, or chat with the tourists around, spend today's time, and after leaving the main island with Xiaofang by boat, the two said goodbye, but left each other's contact information, and then Zhang Feng turned off the live broadcast and rushed to the accommodation.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Feng returned to the homestay where he stayed tonight, already exhausted and hungry. I have no strength or intention to make any more delicious food, so I simply made a pot of noodles and ate it, I was so hungry today, Zhang Feng thought about it, and estimated that the live broadcast consumed a lot of energy.

After eating, everyone understands that even at nine o'clock in the evening, the sun in the sky is still there, and he lifted a chair and lay down by the window, with a very good view, bringing endless beauty to Zhang Feng.

"Could it be that the Purple Fairy is coming? The whole sky was rendered purple, and the clouds were like dancers constantly changing their postures. Zhang Feng has no words to describe, and there is no need to describe it, he thinks that as long as anyone looks at it quietly for 30 seconds, his soul will already go with it.

At this time, Iceland time, 10:45 p.m.

After a while, I couldn't sleep, took a few volcanic rock biscuits, poured a glass of boiling water, Zhang Feng opened the notebook, the public account and ins, as well as Facebook and Weibo, I didn't update it myself, although the team sent it every day, but after all, the signature was not my own, and it was a real experience.

Originally, it should have been updated yesterday, but Zhang Feng kept delaying because Zhang Feng didn't want to or didn't want to recall the time of the first two days. His heart has been entangled, Zhang Feng doesn't know whether he should truthfully record and describe the feelings and moods of the previous few days, even if it is a feeling of loss, anger, and hatred. Or it should be selective, with witty language and light-hearted words, so that everyone can read this travelogue in a pleasant mood.

"Where should I start the narrative? Maybe it should start with me curled up in the car and sleepless all night? Maybe I should start with the tension with the proprietress last night about what is a normal person's life, or should I start with the Taiwanese mother and daughter? Hey, since it is destined to be an extremely colorful day, let's talk about it in chronological order. ”

This is a small mood written by Zhang Feng, something from the heart, which can always infect more people, so that more people who can't experience it can feel a sense of intimacy and novelty.

As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, his mood was inexplicably low, perhaps because of the irregular impact sound of the turbulent raindrops hitting the glass, which made Zhang Feng's heartbeat seem to be irregular. Maybe it's because the chat with the boss lady last night has not stopped, and it is still full of fragile cranial nerves.

The sky was a pale gray, and the sunless grass was like a faded blanket, lifeless. There are no people enjoying the sun outside, and even the poultry are back in their nests.

Zhang Feng fell headlong on the bed, closing his eyes and not wanting to face the gray color. He admits that he is a very emotional person, and a song, a movie or even a picture can move him or touch his heart.

Rainy days are a huge catalyst for Zhang Feng. When I picked up the phone, it was already 8:10, and the official account had already prompted me to go crazy, and all kinds of social software were urging Zhang Feng to live broadcast or discuss the comments of Zhang Feng's travelogue posted yesterday.

This made Zhang Feng feel a lot better, knowing that his efforts to sensationalize yesterday were not in vain, everyone liked it very much, looking at the rain outside the window that did not stop the rhythm, Zhang Feng called Xu Jie's phone and chatted with Xu Jie.

Although the first sentence is always resentful, there are strong feelings hidden behind some of them, a relationship that belongs to the intersection of two people's souls, and the conversation is not important, although Xu Jie asked the secretary to put down many documents during the period, but still chatted unhurriedly.