Zhou Guang shouted that the wolf was coming, and the butterfly woke up like a dream, and under the domination of consciousness, he pounced and ran in front of Zhang Bo. Zhou Guang laughed and was very happy.

They passed in front of the monastery, walked east, and then north, and sure enough, there was an overgrown path, which was more than a meter wide.

"This is Huangquan Road, and you will reach the Wangchuan River immediately." Butterfly said. Emotionally, I was very proud of it. It means that there is joy in the unhappy.

"You are walking on Huangquan Road, and you are still so proud." Zhou Guang walked in front and said, meaning that you are dead.

"Because it's the first time I've come, it's fresh." The butterfly is happy and has a glow on its face.

Is there a lie, Zhang Bo guessed.

"It's all gone to Huangquan, it's still fresh, isn't it because...?" Zhou Guang left half a sentence on his tongue.

"Say! Is it because of something, literati are also cheap. "The butterfly won't let Zhou Guang say nonsense: it's because Zhang Bo is with him.

"Is there Zhou Guang with you?" Zhou Guang changed his words, smiled and looked back at Zhang Bo with small eyes, the butterfly understood, his face turned red, and no one saw it.

Zhang Bo looked at the terrain here while walking, there was wasteland on both sides, how to give the dream the same as described in the dream. Zhang Bo once returned to Zhu Rong's room from Shijialin on the day after Zhu Rong's death, and fell asleep. once dreamed of this similar place, and later, it was Miao'er who dragged him back to the world. That dream was very beautiful, and the scene was good here, but there were similarities that filled him with feelings. He didn't hear the laughter of Zhou Guang and butterflies.

Although this so-called Huangquan Road is long, it is about two or three miles away. At the end, there was a bridge, less than three meters long and less than two meters wide, and the water from the mountain flowed from the west to the east, probably the Wangchuan River.

The bridge deck is very clean, there is not a single speck of dust, and probably the people who go to Huangquan are wearing new shoes. Walk floatingly. Off the earth and off the ground, it is as good as flying fog dew. However, the flowing water under the bridge is "whooshing", very loud, and flowing very fast. It's also very proud. Pedestrians sit on the bridge. You can put your feet in the water.

"Let's take a break before we go. Anyway, I came out to play, why did I get so tired. "Butterfly proposed.

"Be careful of your Wangchuan River, you will never be reborn." Zhou Guang joked. Scared her again.

"Don't worry, I'll go down to wash my feet in a while, the water in the Wangchuan River is so clear, so fragrant, so refreshing, I don't drink two sips, I just come and go in vain." Butterflies aren't scared, they're wild.

"Come back and drink." Zhou Guang continued to walk forward.

"Why don't you wait here for us so you can rest." Zhang Bo sympathizes with the weak. Or do it on purpose.

"What if there are wolves, I'll follow you." Butterfly is not afraid, but she just doesn't want to leave Zhang Bo's side and get along more. Staying a little longer is a while.

The three of them crossed the bridge, continued to move forward, walked more than a mile, there was a mound on the side of the road in front, the area of the two houses was large, and there was a bluestone pavilion next to the tujuku. Zhang Bo thought to himself: This is probably where Meng Po sells soup. It's just that there is no shadow of Meng Po.

"Where did Meng Po go? Zhou Guang asked, and he didn't know who to ask: "Today may be Sunday, don't go to work, go to Father Yu's mother." ”

"Here, do you want to buy Meng Po soup, I will, sell you three bowls at a reduced price, so as not to find out the musty smell from the Health Bureau." The butterfly pretended to be Meng Po, took out a cup from her travel bag, and took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring.

Zhang Bo was amused by them, but his heart was sour, and fragile feelings became his specialty.

"Sister-in-law, I'll buy a bowl, I'm a little thirsty." Zhou Guang took the cup and took two sips.

The butterfly smiled, her face crimson, and Zhang Bo thought of the red pomegranate.

"I drank it, I forgot everything, because this is on Meng Guling, Meng Po soup really quenches your thirst, and it was once advertised on TV." Zhou Guang pretended to be like a puppeteer.

Zhang Bo smiled and found a stone to sit down. The butterfly laughed, giggled, laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and squatted beside the mound, unable to straighten her waist.

Zhang Bo thought: If it is really Meng Po soup, and I also drink a bowl, there will be a lot of blood and tears in that bowl, so that I can forget all my thoughts and concerns, and I hope that the brain is a white A4 paper, without any words, without any brain neurons and cells, and without arterial blood vessels and cerebral medulla. Like a puppet, like a wooden chicken. The elephant stands on the corpse, the bird comes, pecks a piece, the dog comes and gnaws, over and over again! In the end, only the white skeleton remains, and when the wind blows, it falls down with a bang, and then the sun is exposed, and then the wind and rain are blowing, and then, sinking deep into the soil, let the ants gnaw and the earthworms crawl, and after a few years, they don't think about anything.......

Zhang Bo was meditating, the butterfly politely sent a glass of water, he took it, when Meng Po soup was drunk, it was sweet, his brain suddenly cleared up, and he came back to reality, oh! It turned out to be the farmer's spring brought by the butterfly, and she was still holding the bottle with the trademark in her hand, and the butterfly looked at his eyes affectionately, very close to him, as if the face was close to the face, and the state of reaching out to kiss was a burst of daughter's fragrance.

"Big brother, what do you think? The butterfly woke him up. Shouted twice.

"Oh, what about the association article!" Zhang Bo suddenly and completely woke up.

"Big brother, are you tired, let's take a look at the cliff and go home." Zhou Guang also saw Zhang Bo's abnormality, like a soul separated from the body, almost like this.

"It's all right." Zhang Bo stood up: "After drinking this cup of Meng Po soup, my brain is much clearer." ”

"You were so scary just now, big brother, are you homesick and miss your relatives?" Butterfly wanted to talk about lovers, but I was afraid that in case Zhang Bo replied that he couldn't sing the song he was competing against, and he couldn't accept this reality.

"Meng Po soup can make people sober, simply call the butterfly Meng Po, don't go, do business here, a bowl of soup is 100 million US dollars, make it once in ten years, and you can't spend it in your life." Zhou Guang said with a big grin.

"Brother Zhou Guang, you haven't forgotten anything now, pay $100 million quickly. As far as I know, the United States of America, so far, does not have such a ticket. Is it when the writer is schizophrenic. "Butterflies are also eloquent, and their mouths are unforgiving.

"Uncle Zhou's family has it, and my family also has a bunch, and Brother Zhang can testify." Zhou Guang said it as if it were the truth.

"Big brother, is it true!" The butterfly got into the trap and got serious. Whispering.

"$100 million is yes." Zhang Bo said, this innocent girl.

Butterfly's eyes widened in shock, and you are also telling lies.

"A billion dollars too. Then it depends on whether the person is alive in the world, and the people who live in the world can't spend it. Zhang Bo took a detour and told her.

"You mean the Stygian." The butterfly brain turned a corner: "Brother Zhou Guang is a liar, and Prince Charming will deceive people." ”

Butterflies slap their hands, jump and laugh.

"Don't make a fuss, keep moving forward, see if it's the broken love platform, or the broken love cliff, and the broken love continues." Zhang Bo quelled the war, and the two sides boycotted.

The three of them continued on their way.

"Actually, the name is very chaotic, some say that it is a broken love platform, some say that it is a broken love cliff, and some say that it is a broken love stream." Zhou Guang said. He's still ahead of the curve.

"I understand that Taiwan also eats people, cliffs also eat people, and streams are also harmful. It makes no difference. Zhang Bopin commented.

"Big brother is right, it's a great truth." Butterflies will always be on Zhang Bo's side. Thought.

The three of them spoke and read as they headed towards the Broken Love Cliff.

"Stop!" Zhou Guang waved his hand and exclaimed, with horror.

"Arrived?" Zhang Bo didn't look ahead, just looked at the hare running in the wild grass.

"Don't go forward, there's a wolf ahead, gray." Zhou Guang's eyes are focused and the focus is positive.

At a place of three or five hundred meters, it is the cliff of broken love, and there is a platform on the cliff of broken love, and when people jump down, they must start from here. Next to the platform, a gray wolf squatted on the mountain and looked at the mountain stream, sometimes raising its head and howling to the sky, the voice was very sad, it sometimes looked at the deep stream, as if it was crying helplessly.

"There is a wolf, next to the love table." Zhou Guang observed for a while, and then said again.

The butterfly has already seen that this time she is really a heroine, standing in front of Zhang Bo, and also pulling Zhou Guang to the back, righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Alas, this dog has also come to mourn its owner." Zhang Bo said. He watched the butterfly's every move.

It's a dog, it's not a wolf, and if it's a wolf, it's going to run away, or attack them, or signal to its companions for help.

When the dog saw someone coming, he turned his head to look at it twice, and then turned his head to look at the bottom of the cliff, which means: My master has jumped from here for more than a year, and he has not come up yet, so come and save her! There was another wail, a low and mournful voice, which brought tears to people's eyes.

To be continued! (To be continued......)