Chen Bo still has a job, and he needs to go back in a hurry, so the two of them didn't stay in Dali for long, and went straight to Lishui.

The first time I ridden, the wind was good, cloudless, the wind was blowing, pushing the two to go forward, the feet were stepping faster and faster, a gust of wind was running forward, in the stunned eyes of others, overtaking a small truck, the goal was directly pointed to the ancient city of Lishui hundreds of kilometers away.

For such a long distance, it is naturally tiring to step on it all the time, except for Zhou Yi, a guy with a superhuman physique, who just kept pedaling, stepping on Hot Wheels, and rushed forward.

Chen Bo is not an easy person to admit defeat.

He was also riding for the first time, and he didn't know that the real ride was a marathon, watching Zhou Yi run forward effortlessly - is he so bad?

After the initial pleasure, the road of cycling has become a gritted grit of teeth again and again. Every time, when he was about to reach the limit, when he felt that his thighs were not his own, he looked at the person waiting on the top of the mountain, gritted his teeth again and struggled forward.

Zhou Yi felt that this journey was easy and ruthless, and there was no legend at all that he was tired and tired.

Maybe it's because of the beginning?

If he was the only one who kept moving forward at such a speed, maybe he would wonder: could it be that his physical strength was too good.

But watching Chen Bo follow up again and again, without lagging behind, the doubts in my heart disappeared again-everyone is like this--those people are completely alarmist.

He secretly thought in his heart, perhaps, when he went to a high place later, he would be tired due to altitude sickness and other reasons!

Zhou Yi didn't notice that Chen Bo was constantly overdrawing his physical strength - in order to catch up with Zhou Yi, he was also desperate - this first riding was young and miserable by Zhou Yi's pervert.

The two didn't notice it, and they didn't know how many riders were walking in the same direction, and they were stunned by the speed of the two of them-where did the strongman run out? You can't be a cyclist......

On the first day, one hundred and sixty-nine kilometers, from Dali to Lishui, the road that had prepared two schedules was crossed by two early tenders in one day......

Chen Bo sprayed Yunnan Baiyao, slapped his thigh for a while, and lay straight on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

His dirty, sticky hair hung down, and he lay on the bed in the inn, and a snoring sound came out.

Zhou Yi is also ready to invite him to visit the ancient city of Lishui together, and it seems that he can only go and play by himself.

In the old town of Lijiang, when he graduated from high school, Zhou Yi came and came with many classmates.

In his reflection, Lijiang is still in the ancient city of clean, small bridges and flowing water; Under the flowing water of the ancient tree, a few lonely musicians sang quietly in the ancient city; Or that lonely place where you can drink alone and get drunk under the light of the night......

I don't know what went wrong, but almost in one day, the ancient and quiet city in my impression instantly became noisy, like steaming boiling water, gurgling and bubbling outward; The noisy rock and roaring sound made the ancient tree saffron instantly turn into a red-green goblin, struggling to twist its shape, becoming more and more bewitching!

In the wide flowing ditch, the water is green and yellow; The goldfish koi fish that have been artificially put in by others have lost their life, and they are just floating along the water--the fish know that they will never escape the clutches of the cycle-from this end of the water, to the other end of the water, and then transported to this end of the water, until the last moment of their lives, they are all wandering in this muddy and fishy smell, and can never return to the moment of pure and leisurely swimming.

On the small bridge, between the flowing waters, there are already musicians playing light drums.

But at this time, the inspirers who beat the beat have changed from the chanters who sigh out of art with their beards to the women who scratch their heads and make gestures.

They have an enviable figure and appearance, and in the dance to the beat of the drums, the style of the show makes countless men with bad minds show strange eyes - saliva is dripping.

Today's Lishui is already a puddle of sewage, just like the clear rivers and clear water polluted by the factory, without the slightest difference.

Zhou Yi looked at the crowds and crowds of people on this ancient road, but he felt that it was better to sleep in the inn like Chen Bo, and still be able to maintain some beautiful imagination......

Lonely people come and go alone, and he doesn't need to meet him - today's Lishui, there is really nothing to see.

At Chen Bo's strong request, the two rested in Lishui for a day before continuing on the road.

Watching the wind and scenery all the way to the mountains and rivers is more about moving forward and forward, but in two days, it will soon be Xiang-Ge-Lila - that is the "sun and moon in my heart".

Because of the erosion and disgusting of Lishui, Zhou Yi did not have much good imagination of the "sun and moon in the hearts" of the Tibetans; I also heard that the ancient city of Xiang-Ge-Li-la was half destroyed by a fire a year ago, and the expectation in my heart dropped to the lowest point.

Finally, there is still some hope for it.

On a trip after graduating from high school, I met a Tibetan girl who opened an inn in Shangyang-Lila; Because of the Tibetan girl's tour guide, all the students, including Zhou Yi, had a good time - Tibetan characteristics, fresh bar ...... - too many things are still fresh in people's memories.

I hope the inn opened by that girl was not destroyed by fire - Zhou Yi tried to pick up pieces of lost memories.

Chen Bo no longer has the strength to think so much, and even he has no thoughts about La-Sa, the only thought is Shangg-Lila, which is dozens of kilometers away.

No one expected that when the weather was about to arrive in Shangri-Lira, the rain suddenly began to fall.

The rain poured down, and it fell straight down, as if the sky had been pierced with a hole.

The mountains in the distance were hazy; The green and distant meadows also rose with mist; Between the mountains and clouds, a red light mist was hazy, no one knew why the fog was red, Zhou Yi didn't know, Chen Bo didn't know, just watched the lightning fall from mid-air, split the dim darkness, and landed one after another in a place that was extremely far away but within sight......

The clouds were pressed down, Zhou Yi looked at the lightning in the distance, and said worriedly: "Let's find a place to rest, and it will be over when we are struck by lightning." ”

Chen Bo sat under a tree and quickly put on a raincoat, "Let's go!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode his bicycle and rode through the wind and rain, letting the rain hit the goggles, causing pain in his face, but he still walked forward with his head covered.

It's only twenty kilometers away from Shangga-Lira, and he must go there.

After a few days of following, there was no cry of distress, but his body could not be compared with Zhou Yi at all, he had been overdrawn to a limit, and it was time to rest.

If it hadn't been for the heavy rain that sobered him up, he would have stayed in a Tibetan house.

The raindrops hit his face, constantly waking his mind - Chen Bo almost felt that he had reached a limit - once he stopped, he might not be able to walk, and he would not be able to leave for the next few days - he would also fall on Shange-Lira.

Zhou Yi watched Chen Bo ride fast and hurriedly followed.

The two of you chased after me, you were faster than me, and left the wind and rain behind, and moved forward and advanced towards the place where the sun and the moon were born......

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