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You must know that it is now 91 years, and it is an era when "hooligans" are likely to be shot, whether it is society, family or school, they are very conservative, there are few gangsters, male and female students will be regarded as "objects" if they say a few more words, and couples holding hands on the street will be "hunted down" by old ladies wearing red armbands.

Buzz Buzz......

The factory car was shifting gears and climbing the mountain, the engine made a huge vibration, the exhaust port spewed out bursts of black smoke, and the cabin began to emit a smell of gasoline.

After determining the "safe landing", Yang Zijian began to reminisce about this unexpected "kiss".

Soft, warm and greasy...... The more it is savored, the more it makes his heart beat.

A little sweet, a little snickering.

Wang Yun seemed to be better, with a slender and graceful neck, looking straight at the front window, as if turning into a sculpture. The afternoon sun shone through the woods, and the light and shadow shone obliquely on the window, hitting her pretty face, and it was flushed, especially the long eyelashes, which flapped gracefully like dreamy wings.

The two of them are cranky in their hearts, and they are serious on the surface.

Sit for a few minutes.

Dysprosium –

A car drove up on the opposite side, and the whistle sounded, which made people startled.

seemed to have a heart in their hearts, Yang Zijian and Wang Yun turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other.

Whew!

The scorching gaze collided in the air, sparks like a bolt of lightning.

Yang Zijian actually felt an electric current penetrate his whole body, his limbs were numb, his breathing almost stopped, like falling clouds, and the bumps of the car didn't seem to be serious.

Wang Yun's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes shot complex expressions such as coquettishness, confusion, joy, and fear.

Yang Zijian is still the first time to observe Wang Yun seriously: she looks very beautiful, combed a big ponytail, and has a thin layer of bangs on her white forehead, which is both sassy and a little graceful, her eyebrows are like spring mountains, and her slightly narrow phoenix eyes are like a flood of autumn water, which is dizzying, and her melon seed face is slightly wheat-colored, and her two cherry lips are delicate.

It's a pity that she is wearing a loose school uniform, and her slender figure can't be shown.

After all, Wang Yun was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his face was crimson when he was seen by Yang Zijian's fiery eyes, and he was slightly angry, and said in a low voice: "I was careless and unintentional just now." No one can say, you know? ”

Yang Zijian nodded and said in a low voice, "I won't say it." ”

"Hmph, this doesn't count at all!" Wang Yun didn't look over her head arrogantly, she calmed down, looking at the scenery outside the window, but she seemed to be out of the sky, and the corners of her mouth were pouting with a moving smile from time to time.

Along the way, Yang Zijian and Wang Yun had a tacit understanding and hid that scene in their hearts.

At this time, the factory car rushed out of the small canyon with dense woods, and walked through a scenic spot of Danxia geology, on the right is the cliff with strange peaks, the waterfall splashes, and the splendid mountain flowers are clustered one by one; On the left is the turquoise Minjiang River, sparkling and flying, which makes people's souls washed.

"It's so beautiful!" The students threw themselves to the window to watch.

"This is the Danshan Scenic Area, and I heard that there are still Song Dynasty academies in the valley opposite."

"The water here is so clear, you can swim!"

"If you look at the blue water, it means that it is more than 10 meters deep, and it is easy to drown people......"

Because the provincial highway is spread along the riverside, so it is relatively flat, everyone while looking at the scenery, while pointing and pointing, there are some ancient villages at the top of the cliff of this Danshan Mountain, because the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, from the Tang and Song dynasties to the liberation there have been many bandits, bandits and "righteous army" entrenched on it, but it has also become an interesting landscape.

There is a row of low subtropical palm trees growing along the river, green bamboo, and the wind blows in through the window, which is exceptionally fresh.

After the scenic spot, the road is bumpy again.

The factory car did not drive fast, and it took more than 40 minutes to see a plaster shadow of Nantang Town on the 20-kilometer provincial road.

At this time, the asphalt road began to smooth out again, the sun was shining, and the mountain breeze blew through the windows, making the students feel very comfortable and discussing fashionable topics.

Yang Zijian stood up, stood next to the driver, and said to everyone like a tour guide: "Fellow members of the Oak Literature Club, welcome everyone to my hometown Nantang Town to collect style. Nantang Town has a history of more than 1,400 years, and is one of the oldest towns in Nanjian City. Min is the insect in the door, and only the Baiyue people lived in the early days, which was very barbaric and backward. From the Anshi Rebellion to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the Northern Rebellion, many families moved to Nanjian City, a paradise, so that the primitive and barbaric Fujian took on a new look, and quickly became a place of cultural prosperity, and in the Song Dynasty, Li, Chen, Lin, Yang, Liu and other families came out in large numbers, ran social studies, built academies, and produced many writers, thinkers, and politicians......"

With Yang Zijian's voice, the antique Nantang Town is like a black painting, slowly showing on both sides of the Minjiang River.

On the Min River, there is also a cement bridge across the river built in the early eighties, 100 meters in front of the cement bridge, there is an ancient pontoon bridge, strung together by dozens of small boats and two strings of wrist-thick cable chains, the pontoon bridge connects the two ferries, the bank steps extend to the town, there are huge palm trees, camphor and banyan trees growing on the riverside, the environment is very beautiful.

Yang Zijian pointed to the ancient town on the opposite side of the Minjiang River and said: "The whole town is divided into three pieces, and the east bank of the Minjiang River is by the provincial highway and is the seat of the town government. Most of the buildings in the ancient town are on the west bank of the Minjiang River, and there is a small river in the middle of the town, which bends through it, dividing the town into two halves. The small river is called Tangxi, and there are five ancient bridges built on the stream, which are stone slab bridge, wind and rain bridge, small arch bridge, etc., among which the wind and rain bridge is in the westernmost part of the town. ”

Meng Yun has been chatting with Zhang Minyi, listened to Yang Zijian's words, put an orchid finger and sighed: "After traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, the willows and flowers are bright, we have finally arrived at Nantang Fengyu Bridge." ”

Qian Li stood up and shouted: "That is the ancient bridge built by Xiucai Chen Rui in order to wait for his lover for five hundred years?" ”

Yang Zijian shook his head and said, "No, I can't see it here." ”

Cha!

The factory car of the bearing factory is parked at the intersection of Nantang Town leading to the cement bridge, and there is no station in the town, so you have to take a long-distance bus into the city.

On the right side of the highway is a terraced field, at this time the ears of rice begin to hang down heavily, showing the scene of a bumper harvest, there is an ancient residential area on the left, an alley stretches straight to the pontoon bridge ancient ferry, and there is a huge hundred-year-old banyan tree by the river in front of 100 meters.

"Thank you, Master Wang!" Wang Yun generously handed a pack of Ashima cigarettes to the driver.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Uncle Driver took the cigarette with a smile, and then said, "Have fun, I'll come and pick you up back to the city at four o'clock." ”

Yang Zijian saw the driver's eyes flickering, and immediately understood that he planned to do some private business nearby, probably to collect some "illegal" wooden planks for the workers in the factory, and there were often rural farmers in this area who carried wooden planks to sell, and the young workers of the factory had to buy "black planks" from illegal channels to make furniture when they got married.