Chapter 277: Years of Thought Become a Momentary Reality

The stone wall of the fence, which was more than one meter high, began to collapse after extending more than half a meter to the river.

Large black broken bricks were scattered on the shallows, washing over and over on the water. Brush undulating.

"Do you think this place is particularly like the Ming City Wall?" He said to the girl beside him.

"What a like, are you going to say something big again?" She looked at him with a playful expression.

"There's a lot of broken bricks down like that, you see, down here. Sew. Crack. Village. Drill. Come out these two reeds, in the cold wind. Pool. Come. Pool. Isn't it very feeling to go? ”

If you see him in a dream. Tease., forced. got up and shook his head disdainfully.

I don't know if I said something similar to Mengruo before.

No matter what, a long time has passed, maybe months, maybe many years ago.

Muddy. The turbid water kept lapping against the gravel river on the bank. Tide. Rise. Tide. fell, and the endless resounding in the ears.

Far away than the sea. Deep. The place is much more vast.

In this kind of environment, there will be some sad autumn and winter feelings unconsciously, and there will also be cold to the bones.

After walking a few steps up the stone steps on the left, standing less than two meters away, you can already see most of the sky so clearly.

The two of them stood like this for a while, and then felt forbearant. Accept. Not like that. Penetrate. to the cold in the bones.

When I walked out along the edge of the main square, I saw that the kites there had not yet risen to the sky, and they were always hovering up and down in the air.

If it weren't for the little girl's father helping her to pull her, it would have been difficult for her to control her direction.

Step on. In this piece. Concave. Convex. No. Flat. Grass. Heap on.

Zhu Jia said to Mengruo, "The place we just entered is in the middle of the left side of this rectangular suburb, and we are now at the bottom, about a quarter of the distance from the left side. ”

It was very easy to sketch this picture in her mind, and she seemed a little impatient, and hurriedly responded, "I can understand, what you said is very vivid." ”

A smile immediately appeared on her face.

In a pond more than a meter lower than the dirt path, there is a large clump of huge reeds. Reed. Pool. It stretched into the distance.

The reeds are blown by the wind. Pour. In the water, dew. Out a small piece of water. Face. There is a long colorful tail. Bird. The child dings in the small half. Dew. On the broken reed ridge that emerges from the water.

Mengruo's gaze was staring at the water. Grass. Ground, perhaps to see too much of the same location, quickly lost. Blinded.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, and there was really an atmosphere of meeting and peace in it, which made the two of them reluctant to break the artistic conception at the moment.

After a while, Meng Ruo said, "Did you come here before?" ”

"I'm afraid you won't find me, so I'll take a look here." He glanced at the side of Yumemo's face and smiled.

So there was a tall figure of him walking from the gravel slope before, looking at it from a distance, it was good-looking, and it made my heart seem to be. Love. on his. Rush. Move.

"I've found that you're sometimes quite good at finding places. The city beach was pretty good last time. ”

Dream Ruo is talking from the reeds. Pool. A few. Sew. Crack. , a whole body of snow. White. The birds flew up and flew low into the sky in front of them to the left.

She hurriedly turned on her phone, and when she looked at it again, there was only a small shadow left, but it was still recording its trajectory at this time.

I read a novel a long time ago, Goose. Pool. Mountain, Chen. Minami met his rain when he was at his most depressed. Fragrant.

Several times when I saw these three words, I automatically sketched such a place in my mind.

Perhaps, if he could, he would like to write such a book in the future, describing the girl next to him into such a world.

"Is this a seagull, or is it Bailu?" Mengruo asked.

She felt that the scene was very open. Wild. The feeling in the ancient rhyme, it is estimated that you can only see these in this kind of place. Bird. Child.

"I don't know." He replied, and the vision appeared again, and he looked into the distance for a long time, and every outline of those scenes had some of it. Hue. Colored lines.

"I thought you knew everything." She laughed.

In fact, after she and Zhu Jia graduated from undergraduate, they met and greeted each other on the way to class in the first year of graduate school a few times.

Then there was the Shandong time, and there was the city beach.

He is also not in much shape, and they are equivalent to several years of breaking with each other.

The classmates also rarely talked about each other.

But it's a bit like Shen. An old friend who has been friends for many years, but has nothing. Look at. Fear.

Walking a hundred meters in the direction of the original Gongjia Village, there is a dense evergreen broad-leaved forest on the right side of this winding path, unlike the previous roads, where the jungles are separated by some distance from each other.

When a few ancient villages. Enter. up this suburb. Wild, too, has retained the original tens of hundreds of years.

A big piece, a big piece. Thick., strong. The branches and leaves are vertical and horizontal. Delivery. Wrong together, estimated. Enter. such a forest.

It's a sunny summer. day, and only one piece. Thin. The small light passed several bushes. Sew. Crack. Talent. Penetrate. It's secluded inside. Dark.

Instead, it made Zhu Jia want to go in and stay. on for a while.

He stayed on the path where he could go in for a while, and Meng Ruo smiled: "Do you want to do it again. Enter. Check it out. ”

"I'm really afraid to go in alone. Go. Too., deep, why don't you come with me. He invited.

She pouted, a no. Feeling. Wish's expression: "I still don't want it." Soil return. Tide. What about it. ”

A large grove of trees roared in the gale. Lah. It's like it's going to rain heavily, which is really interesting. Border.