The fat man and I pretended to be interested, but in fact, we scolded Niang in our hearts and listened to her introduction for twenty minutes, and then asked her if there was any of these attractions called the Well of Forgotten Worries.

"Well? Forget the well? ”

She was stunned for a long time before she turned her head and asked a colleague behind her: "Hey, Brother Dong, I seem to remember what kind of Jing'an is in the Mysterious Kingdom Divine Palace?" Oh, it seems...... It seems to be called a husband and wife? ”

The man named Dong Ge was a middle-aged fat man of more than two hundred pounds, and at the moment he was concentrating on cutting his fingernails without raising his head.

"The skull has a bag! What's the husband and wife well? The shrine is a pool for husband and wife! Well wow? There are too! Do you want to get a 40-degree knockdown well? ”

We visited several travel agencies in the county in a row, and the answers we got were similar, there are basically no wells in the tourist attractions of Fengdu, let alone forget the worries.

After some tossing, the time was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and when I came out of the last travel agency, the fat man and I were like defeated roosters and dogs in the water, only feeling desperate and boundless exhaustion, and the whole body was hollowed out.

The sun was shining, and we sat on the side of the road, staring at each other with big eyes and little eyes for a while, speechless.

"Two bosses, you're here for a tour, wow?" A voice rang out from behind.

I turned my head and saw a young man in his mid-twenties, sitting on a dirty motorcycle, greeting us.

Although this guy is not very old, he has a scruffy beard and a thick layer of eye feces in his eyes, which looks very vicissitudes.

He wore a brown leather jacket, a red turtleneck with a lot of dirt on it, and a cigarette in his mouth, showing his burnt teeth.

He looks like a black motorcycle running all over the street, and he wants to talk to us just to get a job, I don't bother to talk to him, and I'm about to turn around, but I listen to this guy say leisurely.

"Is the place you are looking for called the Well of Forgetting? I know! I know where ......."

He has a strong Sichuan accent, as if to make us understand, deliberately speaking broken Mandarin, which sounds more bizarre than Trump, but I did.

For us in despair, his words are heart-wrenching.

I think back that these travel agencies were all close to the street, and the distance was very close, and he must have been waiting for work around here, and he saw us two outsiders coming in and out, and some bit of information was overheard.

But it doesn't matter, I'm very happy, as long as I can take us to find the Well of Forgetfulness, I don't care if he's a tour guide or a black motorcycle, the effect is the same for me, and I don't mind paying him a benefit fee.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly waved at him, took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it over: "Brother, do you know where the Well of Forgetting Worries is?" Can you take us there? ”

Originally, I didn't smoke, but during the Chinese New Year, I skewered with relatives a lot, so I naturally learned. For this reason, the fat man always laughed at me, saying that I didn't learn the good ones, but the bad ones could learn as soon as I learned them.

The young man took the cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a hard breath, spewing out clouds of white mist: "Boss, you are a good smoke......

He called himself Qing Cub, patted his thin chest, thumped like iron, and continued to talk about Trump with difficulty.

"I don't know, the Forget Worry Well is not in the city, in our Shuanglongchang Township, it is an ancient well, what is so good-looking? Are you going to do an expedition or something? ”

The fat man and I got off the donkey, and we were busy saying that we were archaeology enthusiasts, and I heard from my friend that this well was very cultural, so I wanted to take a few photos to take back to show off, and asked him if he could take us there.

"So the problem!" Qingcub took another puff of cigarette, and then reluctantly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, rubbing his hands.

"I can take care of the transportation and deliver you two, not only to deliver, but also to explain...... Wrong! It's a tour guide! As for the tour guide fee, I have to charge 1,000 ......."

I laughed secretly in my heart, and I immediately said that there was no problem, as long as he took us to find the well of forgetfulness, the benefit fee of 1,000 yuan was definitely a lot.

Seeing that the money was negotiated, Qing Cub pushed his broken motorcycle and let me and the fat man sit on it.

This is an old Happy 250, although the body is very long, but pulling the three of us, I am really worried that it will fall apart, not to mention that the fat man is still a giant of more than two hundred pounds.

Unexpectedly, the car ran very smoothly along the way, although the speed was not fast, and the engine was noisy, but there was no strike.

Along the way, Qingcub was chatting with us, and he said don't believe it, he is really a tour guide, and many of their local tour guides in Yicheng are part-time.

It's just that he is a tour guide in his main business, and he has a side business and a side business, and he is a tour guide in his main business. He also said that his Mandarin is also good among the locals, and it is a waste not to be a tour guide.

The fat man and I couldn't help laughing, and we almost didn't laugh out loud, and our mood was much better.

I can't be in a bad mood, seeing victory in sight, this feeling of getting a glimmer of life from despair is probably only understood by those who have experienced it firsthand.

In fact, to be honest, even if I find the well of forgetting worries, I don't know how to enter through the power of the earth's eye, not only do I not know, but the little stinky fart also doesn't know anything, and Lao Bi can't wake up.

As the saying goes, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, now it is a step at a time, and then take the time to study it slowly.

The distance between Shuanglongchang Township and Fengdu County is not close, and judging by the direction, it should be in the northeast of the county seat. When I was in the county seat, the road conditions were relatively good, but after entering the country road, the road began to gradually bump.

This is a typical shallow hilly and mountainous landform, with high and low undulating half-mountain roads and potholes, and dirt pits of different sizes abound, which make me and the fat man feel like we have fallen apart, like a roller coaster.

Fortunately, it belongs to the humid climate of the tropical monsoon here, with a lot of rainfall, evergreen grass and trees, and wide vegetation coverage.

I asked Qing Cub about the situation of the Forget Worry Well, and Qing Cub's answer was disappointing.

He said that what is the origin of the so-called Forget Worry Well, because the age is so old that even the old people in the township can't tell it.

For as long as he can remember, it was an old, dilapidated ancient well with a diameter of more than one meter, which had dried up for many years.

Perhaps for those of us who are archaeological outsiders, this well is a rarity, but for them Shuanglongchang people, this well is not very beautiful at all.

In addition, the well itself is located in the middle of the mountain, the location is remote, no one goes there on weekdays, and the barren grass at the mouth of the well may have grown to half a meter high.

Hearing him say this, my brow furrowed. The well of forgetting worries that we have come to find thousands of miles away is actually a dry well that no one cares about, hidden deep in the wild mountains? It's a bit hard to accept.

But it's right to think about it, according to what old Pittomeng said, the Well of Forgetting Worries originally had to rely on the power of the earth's eye to open, and how could the earth's eye be available to ordinary people?

Not to mention that ordinary people have never heard of it, even if they are cultivators, I am afraid that there are only a few people who have reached the realm of the earth eye.