Lotus flowers on all sides, willows on three sides, a city of mountains and half a city lake is the best portrayal of Qizhou. Spring water in every house, weeping poplars in every household, this is the memory of the old Qizhou people.

Qizhou is located on the shore of the Yellow River, the south of Jishui, the yin of Mount Tai, and its unique geographical location has caused many springs in the local area, which is rare in the world. The five major springs of Baotu Spring, Black Tiger Spring, Pearl Spring, Wulong Pond and Baimai Spring are the main components of the 72 famous springs, while the others live in seclusion in several places within the jurisdiction.

Basically not worried about any safety issues, Chen Bo simply let the bodyguards move freely, after all, it is too dazzling to be so swaggering in the downtown area. Haya, a genuine princess, was only accompanied by an assistant, and when she returned to the hotel, she changed into a light short-sleeved T-shirt, denim shorts and sneakers, and tied her hair into a ponytail and tied behind her head, instantly turning into a lively girl next door.

Chen Bo has also changed from a suit and leather shoes to the coolest big pants in summer, taking her to walk the streets and alleys and linger in the market.

Behind the hotel is the bustling commercial street, but behind this glamorous is a bustling old house, don't look at the place although old, put aside the ghost market before, just walk a few steps to find a spring, in the hot summer is particularly refreshing.

Since you have come to the big food country, how can you not taste the delicious snacks here?

However, the most prestigious pork sauce, of course, this royal princess is not blessed, but there are piles of snacks on Furong Street, and there is always something delicious to attract her.

You Xuan'er, Tianmoer, Hu spicy soup, spring water tofu brain, and even stinky tofu can be tried elegantly, of course, Chen Bo's instigation is indispensable.

Take advantage of the moonlight to take a walk around Baotu Spring, visit Daming Lake at night, and listen to a historical story dictated by Chen Bo. Like a pedestrian who is tired for a day, soak his feet in the white stone spring, and listen to the earth-shattering sound of the black tiger spring, which is the life of Qizhou.

The next day, after purchasing some outdoor supplies, the two of them drove to Linzi, where there is the most original Great Wall of Qi.

"I was in the village at the foot of the mountain, and I didn't see the outside world until I was 17 years old." Along the rugged sheep intestine path, stepping on the stones that are extremely easy to fall off, slowly climbing up, Chen Bo pointed to the foot of the mountain with smoke curling in his sight.

"No wonder you're on flat ground on a mountain trail, I thought you had learned how to climb." After Haya changed into outdoor equipment, she changed from the sister next door to a heroic woman, and the stride under her feet was not much worse than his, "You have proved yourself to the world in 7 years, which is amazing." ”

"In our culture, there has never been a natural aristocracy, a peasant can be an emperor, and a man can defeat a god. If we don't give in, we don't believe in fate, and man will conquer heaven, so we have experienced several invasions of nomads, but we continue to assimilate and integrate other peoples with our own inclusiveness. This is also why only this one of the four ancient civilizations can be passed down to this day. ”

"It sounds funny, ordinary people can become nobles and even emperors." Haya, a hereditary saint, has only the pride of her blood, and she has transformed into a typical British aristocrat from a young age, and most Middle Easterners observe five times a day, and one evening is enough for her.

"Just struggle, work hard. There will always be a chance. Chen Bo stretched out his hand and pulled Haya who fell behind him, and his smile in the sun was particularly warm.

Although there were gravel, thorns, and rocks that had no way out, by the time the sun was about to set, they had climbed to the top of the mountain with their big bags on their backs.

Ruins are the best adjective, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the stone walls and beacon towers look particularly depressed, close your eyes and even feel the golden iron horse from thousands of years ago, fighting in battle.

"In the past, there were nomads in the north and farming civilizations in the south, and in order to prevent their raids, fortifications were built on this hill. Nomads do not know how to produce, and with the natural migration of aquatic grasses, they only know how to destroy. "Chen Bo stood on the top of the mountain, feeling the oncoming mountain breeze and telling the story of the past." Behind it is a beautiful home and children, where the most heroic warriors are laid to rest. ”

"I envy you for having a history that has never been broken." Haya also lamented, "In the past, Jordan was constantly invaded and occupied, and the Assyrians, Persians, and even the modern British came to that land in turn to enslave and drive my people, and the ancient civilization had fallen, and all that was left was a wasteland." ”

"The geographical location is different, Jordan is in a place where various civilizations meet, no matter how strong a nation is, there will eventually be weakness, just like when the human body physiological function is weak, it will be taken advantage of by the virus, colds and inflammation are normal phenomena."

The two of them picked up a flat piece of ground and put down the backpack behind them, but they invariably took out the prepared SLR camera.

In addition to football, they have found a common hobby.

Everyone has their own visual angle, even if it is the same position, the same lens can also take different styles of photos, which is an understanding of life and a capture of beauty.

Under Haya's lens, the walls of the Great Wall of Qi are sprinkled with afterglow, which looks warm, quaint, and even has a golden texture in the desert.

However, in Chen Bo's picture, the crooked dead grass is used as the foreground, showing the wind of hunting, and behind it is the distant sky and the lonely towering broken wall, which seems to be endlessly desolate.

It was getting late, so I set up a tent, set up a bonfire, and roasted some of the jerky I had brought with it, and I made do with the milk.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, but it is a good weather, at least I don't worry about rain.

Against the backdrop of the bonfire on the ground and the stars in the sky, Chen Bo told her about the traditional myths and stories of 5,000 years up and down, such as what Nuwa mends the sky, Houyi shoots the sun, and Jingwei reclaims the sea, including Meng Jiangnu who cries on the Great Wall. And she tells the story of One Thousand and One Nights, although this collection of Arabic stories is mixed with a lot of religious streams of consciousness, but she cleverly avoids it, just because Chen Bo is an atheist who does not believe in fate.

Cultures at the east and west ends of the Asian continent collide in the ruins of a section of the Great Wall, and you can't help but say goodnight until late at night.

"By the way, my daughter got 3 A's in the exam, and I promised to give her a pony, I don't know if you have any recommendations?" In terms of equestrian knowledge, Chen Bo must have failed, but she is indeed a master.

"Daughter? Are you married? Haya looked at him in surprise.

"It's not what you think, it's a goddaughter, a friend's daughter."

"You seem to be an atheist."

"Yes, this friend of mine likes the Zen ideas of Buddhism, and it just so happens that I have a little bit of knowledge, and I am familiar with the philosophical principles therein, and the only thing I can teach her is Confucian culture." Chen Bo spread his hands and explained.

"Wow, I have a master's degree in philosophy from St. Hilda's College, Oxford, and I will definitely ask you for advice when I have the chance." Haya blinked his eyes and said in a challenging tone, finally finding a chance to defeat him, this is due to his character of not admitting defeat.

"No problem, I will argue if I am not convinced." Chen Bo didn't plan to lose to a woman, "But you haven't answered my question yet." ”

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, how old is she?"

"Just turned 6."

"Then the Welsh pony, beautiful and spirited, gentle, intelligent, hard-working." "I have this breed in Jordan's horse farm, and I sent her the address, and I will fly it to her as a guide to thank you." ”

"Thank you for your generosity, she will be very happy." Chen Bo is not hypocritical, the pony is not expensive, and the gifts are also exchanged, and they will be returned after all.

After a night of silence, when I woke up the next day, I could still stand on the top of the mountain and watch the sunrise, and by the time the sun was three poles, the two of them had already come down the hillside to end the camping.

"I'm curious about what your old home looks like, why don't you take a look?" As she approached the bottom of the mountain, Haya proposed, "Take a shower if you can." ”

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, there are only two earthen houses." Chen Bo thought for a while and then said, "But since you want to go, let's take a look, I haven't been back for several years." ”

Chenwan Village, shaped like a crescent moon along a small river at the foot of the mountain, his ancestral house is the closest to the mountain, and it is also the most remote place, and basically no one passes through here. Although he never came back, he occasionally sent someone to clean up a little in the past two years, so that it would not fall into dust.

The house and the courtyard walls are made of adobe, and the black door panels have been painted gray and white due to age, and when you push it open, you will find the courtyard of the small courtyard, with only a hall house due north and a side house to the east.

Except for a road with green bricks to the door, the rest of the place is overgrown with weeds, and it is lush and lush.

"What is this?" Haya pointed to a mechanical arm in the courtyard that was built with several blue bricks.

"A water intake device, we call it a pressurized well." Chen Bo said with a smile, how have the West Asian people who are short of water have ever seen such a magical thing, so they scooped a scoop from the water tank in the side room, poured it directly down the wellhead the size of the bowl, and after a few quick presses, groundwater was drawn up under the action of atmospheric pressure.

This side belongs to the edge of the Taishan Mountains, and the groundwater is abundant, clear and sweet, comparable to a mountain spring, and can be drunk directly. Pouring two sips on a hot summer day, the feeling is so cold that my heart is flying.

"It's amazing, that's how you get water." Haya exclaimed, and then her expression darkened a little: "Jordan is one of the driest countries, and even in Amman we have to supply water regularly. ”

"On a per capita basis, we're also short of water!" There are so many Chinese people, and on average, they are poor in all resources.

Chen Bo asked her to try such a magical tool by herself, and then took a large bucket and cleaned it, and then boiled a pot of hot water. It is really very difficult to get water and make a fire if you have not experienced such small things, but it is naturally easy for a child like him who grew up in the countryside.