Zhang Luo along the ancient city wall slowly, hand caressing the city wall, feeling the fruits of the labor of the ancient working people, although it has been renovated, but there is no major change in the general aspect, or the original Fengmao is well retained.

After these years of development, Qiancheng has slowly changed the tranquility of the original ancient city. It's starting to be a little crowded, unlike the original time, except for the households, few people come to play at all. Although there are not many tourists now, it is also a bit popular.

The evening in the ancient city is very beautiful, and the atmosphere of commercialization is not strong. There are red lanterns hanging at the door of every house, and modern lanterns no longer need candles, and they have already used lamps inside, so they don't have to worry about fires at all.

There are government-provided street lights at the corners of every trail, and it will not be the same as before, as long as it is dark at night. Now the ancient city is lit up every night, and it looks like a fire dragon from the sky, which will not be extinguished for thousands of years.

Zhang Luo stopped and walked all the way, wandering around aimlessly. Walk around this small shop, walk around that small shop, and walk in the characteristic old houses to see, and the old people can enjoy the mountains.

More than an hour passed like this, Zhang Luo walked along the path by the river to the side of the iron bridge, looking at the concentric locks hanging on the bridge, Zhang Luo shook his head. Nowadays, there is a place where concentric locks are hung in ancient cities, and it has become a trend. The old suspension bridge was made up of wooden blocks underneath, and it was suspended in the air when people walked up to it, and Zhang Luo retreated after a few steps. When I saw the concentric lock on it, I instantly lost the interest of walking.

I walked to the river and spent five dollars to buy a paper boat lantern and prayed for a smooth sailing year. Zhang Luo was not exempt from vulgarity, and after putting a paper boat lamp, he left the river.

I found a window in the hanging corner tower restaurant by the river and looked into the distance. At this moment, Zhang Luo felt that his heart was still, although this place has been commercially rendered, but it is not too serious. Unlike some ancient cities, which are already lit up and crowded with people all the time. Especially during the New Year's holidays, people are crowded, and the saliva of talking can be sprayed on the faces of the people next to them, and people still flock to it in an endless stream.

Zhang Luo is now in this hanging corner building, there are only two tables of guests inside, plus Zhang Luo is only three tables. There weren't many people in the bar next to it, and it was just a clear bar, with soothing music, and Zhang Luo could only hear the intermittent sound when he sat here. Unlike some ancient cities, there are a lot of people outside, and demons dance inside. Soliciting, accompanying wine, just thinking about it makes people uncomfortable.

Unlike Qiancheng, because no one comes, there are not so many trusts, basically all of them are families, or locals. The living environment of the so-called wine trays is too poor to form this kind of atmosphere. As the saying goes, only with money can there be motivation, and who wants to do it without money. There are a lot of children playing in the water by the river below the stilts, and there is a not-so-big pier upstream. If you want to cross the river, you have to step on the stones to cross the river, the middle part of the road is flooded, and if you don't want to go to the upstream bridge, you have to tread water to cross the river. Although it was not popular, the two or three tourists who were ridiculed also had a lot of fun on the pier. The weather in June will not be completely dark until ** o'clock in the evening, Zhang Luo is around half past five in the afternoon to finish shooting, after more than an hour of wandering around now is only about half past six.

The summer weather in Qiancheng is a bit sultry, there are a lot of adults and children playing by the river, and they will go home after seven o'clock, the people in this place in Qiancheng eat relatively early, generally around five o'clock have already eaten dinner, and so on until about half past five every household has eaten, walking and swimming. After half past seven, people who walk home will organize a game of mahjong or poker, and the simple and ordinary day will pass again. The locals of Qiancheng generally do not like to eat out at night, rarely eat out except for parties, and the parties do not go to the ancient city to gather. Therefore, it is normal for the business of the ancient city to be deserted, there are not many tourists, and there are few locals, which also causes the flow of people in the ancient city to not go up. Zhang Luo just likes the cleanliness of Qiancheng, and there is not so much noise in other places. A place like Qiancheng, if you come to see it again in a few years, it will definitely become lively, and if Zhang Luo comes to play again, he will not be so interested. Zhang Luo sat down for about ten minutes, and the meat and vegetables he ordered had already been served, and because there were not many guests, the speed of serving the food was still very good. The waiter asked if he needed any drinks, and after Zhang Luo said he didn't need it, he walked back to the front desk. Zhang Luo was eating alone while enjoying the scenery, and this feeling was also very comfortable. While Zhang Luo was eating, it was gradually getting dark. By the time dinner was finished, it was completely dark. The figures on the banks of the Wanrong River have gradually decreased, and the people who play on the dock and wash clothes have also left. At this time, Zhang Luo looked at the river, and had a feeling that he had been alone for thousands of years. Time is a cruel thing, after thousands of years of baptism and change, this river is still this river, but the people on the side of this river have changed for many generations. The ancient city is quiet at night, and there are very few tourists who come to play and walk at night, except for the doors of every house. Zhang Luo walked along the trail alone, passing through one household after another, one after another, and all he saw was a happy reunion of a family, at this time Zhang Luo was envious, maybe it was just the envy of this moment, envy that others could get together as a family, but he would always belong to a passerby, no matter the previous life and the present life, he was just a lonely person. At this time, how much he wanted to have a home of his own, not much but a warm home, but unfortunately no, when he was reborn, when he thought back to the life of this life, how much he wanted to have a family, to have a parent, but unfortunately he was only in his memory, so when he came, he also wanted to mix it like this, anyway, he could get money by playing games, and he could live this life together. After more than a month of adjustment, Zhang Luo finally got out of this state. I want to make every day exciting. Not for anything, just to prove that you can live happily alone. Zhang Luo put aside the loneliness in his heart and stopped thinking about it, since God let him alone, then he would also live his own happiness. With a smile on his cheeks, looking at the happiness of others, he is happy for others, and looking at the sadness of others, he can also feel sorry for others.

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