The ancient town has a history of thousands of years, has experienced wars and natural disasters, but it is still standing and has not been submerged by history.

The canal is like a net, and the classical buildings and houses on both sides of the river are lined up one after another, and the scenery is charming. You can see the mountains from afar, and the lush mountains and forests reflect the ancient towns, which is like an ancient painting.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Loman Creek, listening to the sound of gurgling water and the sound of the boatman holding the pen, his heart was also quiet. Everything in the imperial capital, love, hate, sorrow and joy, seems to be a matter of the previous life, and the whole person is completely relaxed.

"Sister Luo, look at those bridges are so beautiful." Tintin pointed to the delicate white stone bridges in front of him. There are people going up and down on the bridge, either tourists or locals.

Loman Creek nodded, "Well, pretty little bridge." ”

The boatman grinned and said, "We all want to go to the big city to see that kind of viaduct, and the Dadu Bridge, which is spectacular when you watch it on TV." ”

Loman Creek smiled back, "Each has its own characteristics. ”

"The master can go if he wants to see it, and now the plane is also convenient, and he will be there soon if he wants to go." Tintin also said.

The boatman smiled a little embarrassedly, "We don't have that much money." I am reluctant to spend so much money on travel, saving for my children's school and starting a family. ”

Tintin waved his finger disapprovingly, "You're thinking too much." Children need help from their parents to get to school. But graduating and starting a family is already a personal choice. You don't have to worry anymore. It's better to take advantage of your youth and walk around quickly. I can't move when I'm old, and I'm powerless. ”

"What the girl said makes sense, when this year's tourist season is over, let's go out for a walk." The boatman slid down, and the boat slid forward quickly.

Loman Creek took a photo of the ancient town with his mobile phone, which was like a beautiful picture, very beautiful.

I posted the photo to the circle of friends.

She has two circles of friends.

One is her more private trumpet, originally only herself, but now there are more Wan Duoduo, Wei Yutao, Ding Ding, Zhang Yuyu, and Li Zimo. The people in this are all new and helpful to her, so she classified them into her trumpet.

There is also a large one, and there are more than 1,500 people in it. The relatives of her seven aunts and eight aunts, fox friends and dog friends who pick up high and step on low, and colleagues in the company who have been mixed up in Luo's for a few days......

When the photo was sent, Loman Creek forgot that she had been in the car because of the intimate phone call between Tintin and her mother, and reminded her of her father, so she changed to a large size to see the memories of her father that had been sealed in the large number.

So, in fact, her photo was posted into the large circle of friends. The graphic information in her large circle of friends has been locked after her father died, and the place of memories in her eyes is, in the eyes of others, a barren desert with no grass. Suddenly, a piece of grass grew out of the wasteland, and it was still a beautiful grass...... It immediately attracted many onlookers.

Loman Creek's mobile phone began to prompt one message after another.

Naturally, Tintin also heard the ringtone of Loman Creek's mobile phone, and felt as if it was stuck, and kept ringing in a cycle of 'ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong......'.

"Sister Luo, what's wrong with your phone?"

"Oh, a corpse and a flock of crows." Loman Creek teased, then opened the circle of friends, switched the trumpet, and didn't bother to pay attention to the news.