Text Chapter 19: The Legend of Wen Qingqing (2)

When he got up early in the morning, Wang Yang scolded with a smile that Yisiya wanted the old cow to eat tender grass, hurriedly cleaned up, put on his schoolbag and threw out the door.

Behind him, there was an eternal blessing voice from the ugly: "Young master go all the way, young master, you are the best, no matter the heaven and the earth, ...... it"

Wang Yang smiled as soon as he went out, standing in the observation elevator along the staggered gap between the buildings, looking at the corner of the copper mountain where the sky shimmered in the morning sun, and the corner of the ancient river that meandered like a silver chain rolling along the sun of the copper mountain, the smile on his face became even stronger. Coupled with the fact that his mind soared and boosted his bravery, resulting in the appearance that the organs on his face were still moving, he was as obscene as he was.

He laughed at my youth, I am the master, how can enchantment confuse the lord; Since then, he has not only been able to see the affectionate landscapes of the distant sky, but also in this sweaty and rainy season, he can see more clearly the appearance of thousands of beautiful women on the street, which is more and less coquettish and sensual.

As soon as he got out of the viewing elevator and walked more than 100 meters, he arrived at the bus waiting platform of Building 18, Block D, Zilongyuan Community, where he lived. After waiting for five or six minutes, 20 robotic arms in the community dragged up 20 movable viewing platforms with steel bottoms and glass covers, slowly rose into the air, and rose to the canopy of the ancient trees that surpassed the three or two people in the community.

In this way, the steam-powered robotic arm moved the same train from 20 buildings in Block D to the front of the bus outside the community, and sent everyone into the rows of suspended seats leaning out of the side compartment of the bus.

This dreamlike bus system, this living mechanical conveyor, was enough to make the hearts of people living at the end of the 24th century happy.

This is since the sages of the past dynasties tried their best to transform the official bus equipment model, so as to no longer dream back to the Tang Dynasty, that distant golden years. As a result, those in power at all levels in local areas without buses have been stimulated to strategically respond to the call for national infrastructure construction, so that the convenience brought by technology can truly benefit the people, which can be called a model of a new chapter of travel written by the government and the people.

In the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, there were people who let go of the rough and mellow tune, singing: Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, and the green ox and white horse seven-spice car. The jade chariot crossed the main brother, and the golden whip flocked to the Hou family.

Some foreign scholars have also written that dignitaries dressed in embroidered brocade robes sit in outdated palanquins with glass windows, and their retinues ride dwarf Mongolian "breed" horses with thick hair and pine, and make the way in front of the sedan chair. Or the wide boulevards of the Ming Dynasty, with the suffocating yellow sand blown by the north wind, and the motorcycles on the road, on which sat the warlord overseers and corrupt politicians, their secretaries and guards, sporadically sat in trucks with blue canopies, running off the beaten track. It is astonishing that the rich families were entertaining on snowmobiles on the frozen lake, the spiked coolies dragged them through the narrow and uneven alleys, and the children of the poor were pale and underdeveloped, their little arms and legs were frozen like sticks, and the red fruit fields survived. Many people have various ulcers or scars. A Chinese resident doctor wrote that many were clearly disabled, with oversized heads, blindness, crooked mouths, no noses, or other disabilities, or lameness.

History may be forgotten, but the eternal beauty of today is worth writing.

The first-class public transport system has greatly alleviated the current situation of urban traffic congestion. Buses gliding like skates on dedicated tracks are speeding along the wide streets of Gujiao Town. The poplar trees on both sides of the street looked up at the blue sky like gold coins, and the mixed willow silk flew in the wind, which amused the flocks of delicate birds that inhabited them suddenly flapped their wings and flew into the air, spitting out different good news.

At the foot of the leafy willows on both sides of the street, and on both sides of the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, there are two rows of white marble carved railings. Underneath the railing is a landscape canal with a wide mattress or quilt.

The temperature control and regulation system supporting the landscape canal allows it to introduce the ancient river from the ocean into the city's water system, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. In this hot summer, the steaming water vapor flutters and brings a burst of coolness to the people walking on the street, and sometimes there is a kind of walking on the grassland on the dam, and the heart is happy.

These landscape canals crisscrossing the city are connected to the elliptical dark and earth-rotating landscape canals that surround the entire city.

The landscape canal around the city is tens of meters wide, the neon bridge flying frame on the river, the blue waves rippling under the river, and the boat song is painted, like heaven.

The bus drove through the street gardens at a gallop, stopping and starting at the bus stops. Wang Yang sat on the window chair on the second floor of the fifth-floor bus, looking out of the window, his eyes were empty and radiating a shining light, and his heart was flying.

He was ecstatic for a while that his chaotic gene worm awakened his consciousness, and in one fell swoop he became one of the few lucky people on the road to armor; His face quickly collapsed again, and he remembered that although his mind had skyrocketed from 46% to 59% overnight, he was a big step closer to generating a virtual star and qualifying to participate in the campus league league, but he had spent 900,000 star yuan. According to this rhythm, if you want to make the void star in the sea of knowledge hang high and reflect a real star in the sky, you need at least 3 million star yuan to purchase 30 bottles of ultra-high-grade nutrient solution. Isn't this to force him to start the butcher's business as soon as possible, ambush millions of corpses, go all the way, make a lot of money, and make a lot of money, like stepping on hundreds of millions of beast bones and skeletons.

As for the previous one, by picking up the leaks in the supernova virtual combat training of the Divine Light, and picking up a dying spirit-level supernuclear creature as soon as he picked it up, it was too ethereal and ethereal.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

When the bus drove through the nine street gardens and stopped at the bus stop on the other side of the circular landscape river that passed around the city outside the gate of the Gujiao Town Junior Jiajia College, Wang Yang clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha number in his mouth, and got up and got off. During the walk, ignoring the stupid gaze of the passengers, he muttered to himself: "My heart is to the Buddha, I will walk the devil's path, once I take refuge, the Buddha will pull flowers, smile and have tears." ”

As soon as he got out of the car and looked at the approaching neon bridge, Wang Yang suddenly trembled all over, and when he raised his eyes, he saw two beams of warm eyes shooting from the sidewalk on the side of the neon bridge, projecting on his body, his face, and making his little heart liver "plop" and jump wildly. When I looked closely, I saw that the two beams of agitated air eyes flickered away, but I saw Wen Qingqing standing on the side of the bridge with a slanted side, looking at him with short eyebrows and short hair like a board brush, and the delicate head was slightly on one side, revealing a side face The eyelids suddenly closed, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cheeks were crimson.

Wang Yang walked closer with the flow of people going to school, made an exaggerated sound in his mouth, raised his head slightly, and looked at Wen Qingqing, who was nicknamed Minotaur Female Warrior, who was half a head taller than his nearly seven-foot-tall young male body, and was amazed.

Wen Qingqing, a strange woman with a big grin, is taller than girls of the same age and taller than boys of the same age. At the age of sixteen, he has a beautiful body of eight feet. If she weren't wearing a plain school uniform, if she hadn't combed her short eyebrow-length hair, it would be hard to think that she was still a girl and not a female model on the catwalk. Therefore, she self-deprecatingly gave herself the online nickname of a minotaur female warrior.

But seeing that Wen Qingqing actually tied a bow on her chest with her white shirt for the first time this morning, revealing a round and cute little navel, lining her chest like a pair of jumping little white doves in the slightly smoky river breeze, showing the attitude of the little daughter.

Wang Yang was amazed, caught up with Wen Qingqing, who was obviously waiting for him, but suddenly turned around and left, and said with a smile: "Qingqing, you are so enchanting today, do you want to seduce the devil instructor so that she can show mercy to your subordinates!" ”

"You, you, you...... Dislike! ”

Wen Qingqing jumped out a few words bitterly, stepped out of her slender white thighs, and walked away. With a knee-high skirt flying, like an agile and violent little leopard, he threw Wang Yang behind him.

Her chest, which was heavy with fruit hanging from the branches, rose and fell sharply, and puffs of white smoke came out of her nose, which was breathy. The round wide lips opened and closed slightly, and two inaudible voices that kept repeating in anger popped out one after another: "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! ”。