"When I arrived in the village, I looked at the stop sign, which is where the bus often stays." Jingyuan said when he saw the stop sign.

"It should be, turn north." A dream said.

Honda got off the 105 National Highway, a locust forest was displayed in front of them, the sun could not penetrate the green forest, through the car window, it felt cool, as if in the hot desert, into the transparent cave, very comfortable. It's just the sixth sense.

"Get out of the car and have a little fun, it's fresh and natural." A dream also has the primitive nature of human beings.

Jingyuan parked the car under the locust tree on the side of the road, turned off the fire, and the two got out of the car. The wind in the forest blows gently, and there are bees "buzzing" playing the zither, singing songs, and collecting fragrances.

Yimeng walked slowly into the locust forest, touching a locust tree bigger than a one, as if it was very kind, as if the child waiting to be fed saw his mother. There are also chirping sparrow magpies in the trees. Yimeng patted the village body a few times with his hand, his hand was very painful, the tree was motionless, the sparrows still chirped, and the magpies still chirped. She used her strength, moved the dark force, and with a "heh" sound, the tree was shaken, the sparrows flew wildly, and the magpies fluttered, as if they were greatly threatened, just like the children playing in front of the house, who were suddenly stopped by the adults. The forest was silent and silent. She regretted that she was too cruel in the face of these little creatures, and she was afraid to vent her resentment and scared them away.

Jing Yuan also felt the same way, this feeling disappeared in an instant, and there was standing in front of him: This is the sister of the Murder Demon King, this is the lover of the Murder Demon King, for Liu Yihong's death, although there is no evidence of her guilt, she should be responsible. Reasoning, of course. Last night, it was Liu Yu who gave her a set, as if there was something to do, and forced her to buckle her hat and let her bow down forever. Look at her today, tender as water. Looking at her posture when she drank last night, she felt bitter in her heart, she was in a desperate situation of being alone, she had a willing move, but she was today, she still came to carry out Liu Yu's order today, what godfather..., she was only twenty-four.

"Sister Meng, do you have feelings?" Jingyuan smiled warmly. Two pear nests, a handsome face.

"Nature is so nice. Get rid of the sorrows and troubles of the world. "A dream looking back and smiling is much better than looking back and smiling at Yang Guifei.

"Let's get down to business! I really don't want to go. Jingyuan said, with a graceful face, the pear nest was fascinated, and he also wanted to stay in this acacia forest for a long time.

"Oh." A dream turned to laughter and contemplation.

Yimeng walked up along the Huai Forest, and Jingyuan had to drive behind. When she reached the dam, she saw a wide expanse of water. The water flows silently forward. Occasionally, swallows play in the water and fly, on the low embankment on both sides. Two rows of weeping willows extend in the direction of the East Village.

Jingyuan had no choice but to drive the car to the river bridge, get out of the car again, stand on the river bridge and caress the bridge railing, looking at the river and waiting for a dream.

A dream of white mud trousers, a goose yellow crewneck long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of white tweed shoes. The long hair is draped back, and it is the same as Jingyuan, but Jingyuan has short hair, a slightly long neck, and a dream also came to the river bridge. Both of them looked out over the railing, looking in the direction of the eastward flow of water.

"This water should flow to the East Village!" A dream said.

"Look at the flow, of course. Jingyuan said.

"The benevolent man enjoys the mountain, and the wise man enjoys the water. This water should flow to Liu Yang's home, from the front of his house, and then to the east of the mountain. A dream said meaningfully.

"The natural landscape of the mountains is good." Jingyuan sighed.

"Build a villa here, the natural air is good, why is everyone willing to run towards the crowded city." A dream said worriedly.

"Now it's developing here!" Jing Yuan's helpless expression.

Zhang Bo's novel describes a large river that flows from the mountains to the front of the five villages, and it is probably this river. There are deep and shallow, rapids, flat flats, quiet at night, laughter during the day. In June, men and women break out here to bathe, wash their clothes, and have a great time, which is much more beautiful than the bathing rooms in the city. "Ichimeng is intoxicated.

"The woman wears her clothes, the green silk hangs down the river, the straw hat hangs the fishing, and the young woman's head is fished. It is suspected to be the Seven Fairies, but see the white lotus root. The magpie laughed, and the geese and ducks played together. I saw the wind blowing the willows, and I saw the lotus shaking his head. The boat is deep, and the white lotus is picked on the boat.... Jingyuan recited.

"It's really itchy to carry it, and it's itchy to your hands. Yimeng said, sighing.

"Don't memorize it, have you read this chapter?" Jingyuan asked.

"I read the book, I didn't come here, my comprehension is still shallow, it's really Zhang Bo, it's best to meet each other." A dream said involuntarily.

"Isn't he dead, how can we meet?" Jingyuan questioned.

"Who knows, things in the world are strange and strange, and it's hard to explain anything." A dream is true, but he is unwilling to tell the truth.

"Also, this great talent will definitely become a big man in online writing, and the great god on the Internet, that is, a platinum writer, doesn't know that he is also quite accomplished in medicine." Jingyuan said, saying a sentence of Zhang Bo's profession to evoke a dream of Liu Yihong's memories of Zhang Bo's love.

"How do you know he's a doctor. A dream asked.

"..., there are many passages in his book that describe the art of medicine." Jing Yuan said that she had seen the file in the Public Security Bureau, of course she couldn't say it to Yimeng.

"Clever Jingyuan, a nun-like name, if you are a mortal one, we will become a monk in Baoxiang Temple." Yimeng said very seriously.

"Don't think about it, the happiness of life has not been enjoyed. Let's go to Meng Lingjun's house, it's nine o'clock now, and the sun will soon be noon. Jingyuan looked at his watch and said.

"Get in the car. A dream said. The two got into the car.

"Look at this village, now it's nine o'clock, and it's still green mist, like Ruiqi is auspicious, thriving bright." Jingyuan started the car, said.

At this time, a song came from the river embankment in the distance, like a peasant woman singing from a hoe: "A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice and flowers on both banks, and my family lives on the shore, and I am used to hearing the captain's horn and seeing the white sails on the boat,...。 ”

I didn't roll up the window of the car, quietly listened to the singing from this unique stage, sat in the car, and got off the river bridge.

"This mountain basin is full of outstanding people, and we were born in the wrong place, and we are not as content as a rural woman. "A dream is sentimental.

There were pedestrians passing by on the side of the road, men and women, young and old, Jingyuan drove the car to the intersection, and an ancient building appeared in front of him.

"Get off in front of the gate tower and ask." A dream said.

At this time, in the gate of the ancient house, out of a crane-haired and childish old man, in good spirits, with a straight waist, white coat and green pants, wearing a pair of 3520 military cloth shoes, when he saw a car coming, he immediately stood on the doorway. The car drifted in front of the old man.

"Uncle, I'll ask a person, where is Mr. Meng Lingjun's house." Yimeng opened the car door and got out of the car, and asked politely.

"This is it." The old man is Brother Meng, and he is very funny. He pointed to the compound behind him.

"Who are you?" A dream is still elegant and polite.

"I'm his dad and he's dad." Brother Meng said with a smile.

"Oh, you're uncle, we're here to visit Brother Meng." A dream of soft drizzle, like a silky sound.

"Home, please." Brother Meng gave way and invited in, and he was behind. In the end, Jingyuan mentioned the iron box Xifeng, and a box of Puer tea, high-grade, and quickly followed up.

"Xiaojun, your guest. When he entered the courtyard, Brother Meng shouted.

"Here we go." Meng Lingjun came out of the hall and saw that it was a dream of Jingyuan, smiling slightly, and never smiled beyond the standard: "Rare guest, welcome to be a guest." ”

"Thank you!" Yimeng walked into the lobby room with Ling Jun, and Ling Jun took the gift and put it on the coffee table in the room.

"Please sit down, and I won't say anything polite." Ling Jun asked Yimeng to sit on the east side of the Eight Immortals table, but Yimeng sat on the lower seat, meaning that there is still an old man.

"You talk, I'll go for a walk by the river, and I'll go back when I have lunch." After Brother Meng finished speaking, he walked out without waiting for everyone's reply.

"Liyu, visitor, make tea." Meng Lingjun shouted.

"Got it. I'm brewing. A very tender voice came from the west wing.

"Brother Meng, what about your ancestors? Are there officials in the court? Jing Yuan spoke first, and smiled at a big pear nest.

"I can't call it a big family, in the past, my ancestors had a few acres of thin fields, and my ancestors were poor in the court, and then one generation was not as good as the next, and it was even worse in my generation. I didn't get into college, my body was thin, and I couldn't help but be weak. Meng Lingjun said with a sigh.

Jing Yuan smiled at Ling Jun: "Then you have to pay attention to your body." ”

"No, lest the wind blow to the sky." Yimeng smiled and thought: Pretend to be a ghost, and the people of the whole county will know that you can fly.

Gu Liyu made three cups of tea, and all the pieces came, smiling like a spring breeze. She brought tea on a silver plate, and put a cup on the table in front of each person, and the heavenly maiden scattered flowers in the cup.

Both Ichimu and Jingyuan stood up as a sign of respect.

"This is my sister-in-law, big beauty! Yimeng praised softly.

"People who are all thirty years old, they are still beautiful women, as the saying goes, women are thirty old aunts." Liyu said with a smile.

"It's a phoenix in the village, and it's not inferior to the catwalk in the city." Jingyuan said.

"Sister-in-law, we're here to find food today. There are several sides to the big brother. A dream said.

"I'll cook, I'll be a guest at home, let Ling Jun accompany you first." Gu Liyu was very generous, and walked out with a silver plate, dressed in red floral clothes and pants, like a fluttering flower shadow.

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

PS: Since the previous chapter is under review, I hope readers and friends will forgive me.