Many of the roads from Chibi to Linxiang are downhill, and although there is still some pain in the legs, Liu Zhilu feels that it is quite easy.

When you arrive near Linxiang, the hillsides on both sides of the road are lined with bamboos, and the bamboos that have been cut down are piled up on the side of the road from time to time. I don't know if it's because of Yang Nannan, or if I originally thought that Nanzhu was beautiful. Liu Zhilu saw these Nanzhu as if he had met a lover, kind and warm.

On this day, I rode nearly a hundred kilometers and entered the territory of Yueyang. When it was about to get dark, Liu Lulu saw a small hotel on the side of 107 Road and checked in, 20 yuan a night, and the sanitary conditions were very poor. When he was in the shower, the slipper oil was sticky and slippery, and he almost wanted to throw up. I really didn't expect that taking a bath would make people want to vomit!

The next day, that is, on October 6th, Liu Zhilu really wanted to go to Yueyang Tower to have a look. But he was afraid that something would happen if he went, so he had to dispel such thoughts and continue to bury his head in the road.

In the evening, he entered Changsha City, which made Liu Zhilu confused, and there was the same situation as Wuhan, and it was difficult to confirm how to get on National Highway 107.

In such a situation, it was better for him to find a hotel to stay in, and then look for it again the next day. But he didn't know which tendon he had drawn, so he had to find National Highway 107, and he was also very excited and tired. Finally, he inquired clearly, and at about ten o'clock in the evening, he had already ridden out of Changsha City, and had reached the southern suburbs of Changsha.

This night, Changsha seemed to have been trying to keep Liu Zhilu, but Liu Zhilu refused to buy it, so he had to leave overnight. He didn't expect that Yang Nannan's parents had already transferred to Changsha to work at that time, and her family naturally moved from Zhumadian to Changsha.

Liu Zhilu originally wanted to find Yang Nannan's home, but this night he was bent on finding National Highway 107, so he went out of the city. Outside the city, it would be smeared, and worse, he felt targeted by the social bikers there.

He quickly stopped in front of a car repair shop. In the end, he took advantage of the fact that the person who seemed to be watching was not paying attention, and slipped away. Under the cover of the corner of the road and trees, he pushed the car and quickly hid in a construction wall with a small gap on the side of the road.

Entering such a corner, Liu Zhilu suddenly felt much more down-to-earth in his heart. He took a closer look at the original wall enclosed by a pipeline project, and the ditch had been dug, but the pipe had not yet been buried, and there were still lighting lights hanging not far away.

Liu Zhilu also found that there were many cement slabs in the wall, so he found a flat one, folded some small branches, patted the mud and dust on it, and laid down his coat and opened the umbrella. He took a notebook and spread a short-sleeved pillow on it. Lying down and holding his backpack, he just lay with his eyes closed all night and never fell asleep.

At dawn, Liu Zhilu got up to adjust his suitcase. For several days, he strapped his suitcase directly to the back seat of the car, while the backpack was carried on his back. He felt very uncomfortable like this, firstly, because the backpack was very heavy, and secondly, the backpack would push against the trunk behind him from time to time, causing the suitcase to constantly swing, which was very unstable and had the danger of falling. So, he decided to tie his backpack directly to the back seat of the car so that he didn't have to carry it; And the trunk hangs like a guitar to the side of the bike.

At this time, he found that his guitar had been knocked into the neck due to insufficient protection, and the second fret had been completely scrapped. His heart ached, and he was about to untie it and throw it away. But he was really reluctant, because it was the first guitar he bought. The timbre is very good, his classmates love it, and his English teacher also likes it. But he can't play it yet.

Although Liu Zhilu's roommate Zhang Chang had already taught him to tune the strings and instructed him to practice his left and right hands in his freshman year, he was still only half-footed. It was only in his sophomore year that his English teacher brought him in the door in a real sense, but he still couldn't play and sing.

He had feelings for the guitar, and he decided not to lose it. After getting his luggage done, he ate and drank something and continued on his way.

Since he didn't have to carry the backpack, Liu Zhilu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, but it was such an adjustment that would soon bring him ** annoyance.