After Yang Luo took care of the personal hygiene of the three lazy people, he took them out for a meal.

"When you practice, you must also have a healthy physique, so that you can maintain a good competitive state!"

"With a boss like me, you can steal the fun..."

"Yes, yes, we are all grateful to you, thank you for your eighth generation..."

"Fuck off, dead fat!"

After sending Wei Fatzi and the others back, Yang Luo did not drive back immediately.

He reared his chair and found a comfortable position to lean on.

"If only there was a cigarette at this time..."

Yang Luo lazily put his hands behind his head, his thoughts drifting in silence.

Someone once said that every man should have a car of his own.

It can shelter you from the wind and rain, and it can also give you a free independent space...

Up to now, Yang Luo has basically achieved financial freedom.

It stands to reason that the sense of happiness in life should be very high.

However, this is not the case...

Yang Luo has always been confused in his heart, is everything real now?

Or is it just a big dream?

The strange dream after getting sick and feverish in the rain has always left a pimple in his heart.

Now Yuji has developed a very large scale, and it will take more than half a year for the garment factory to be officially put into operation.

Not to mention the comic book country, which is still in the nature of playing tickets, and there is no expectation that it will make a profit.

The only two comics are still being serialized without hurry, and they are slowly accumulating popularity.

The novel is basically one chapter a day, and it is often ridiculed by book fans for being short and weak, and Yang Luo has long been used to it.

As long as the heat doesn't go down!

Then, Yang Luo is confused now, how to set a goal in life?

At this time, Yang Luo was a little nostalgic for the blessings of 996,007 in his previous life.

You don't need to have any goals in life, just work hard to be a cow and a horse...

After pondering for a long time, Yang Luo finally had some ideas.

"Let's take a trip that just goes, I haven't seen much of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland!"

"I don't need to poke my throat every day now..."

The Audi car started, Yang Luo went to the big shopping mall first, and then carried two bags of things into the instructor's office...

Subsequently, he left a message in the QQ group of the comic country, and he didn't dare to read the follow-up and quit.

Yuji General Manager's Office.

"Yang Luo! Do you have a feeling of repeating what you just said? ”

"Uh... Don't get excited, Sister Lan. ”

"Fart! The old lady is busy every day... You're going on a trip? ”

"You listen to me..."

After 30,000 words of enthusiastic explanation, Cheng Lan finally collapsed on the bed, and nodded weakly in shame...

Yang Luo smiled proudly, if it is soft, it will have to be hard!

……

The first stop on the door, Yanjing.

Yang Luo always had to come over to report to Xiao Yu'er, but to his surprise, Jiang Xiaoyu was not at school.

Downstairs at the headquarters of Huaguang Group, Yang Luo waited boredly.

At the end of the day, people poured out of the door.

Yang Luo looked forward to it, but he never saw Xiao Yu'er.

"What's going on? It hasn't come out for so long..."

It wasn't until the flow of people gradually decreased, and after a few minutes later, he saw Jiang Xiaoyu and a strange woman walking out together.

During this period, the two also kept talking, and Jiang Xiaoyu nodded most of the time.

"This is her female boss?"

Yang Luo guessed in his heart and stepped forward to meet him.

"Little fisherman! I'm here..."

Jiang Xiaoyu's face was overjoyed, and then he said apologetically to Zhao Xinran:

"Mr. Zhao, then I'll go first!"

"Goodbye and have fun!"

Zhao Xinran smiled and looked at Yang Luo with his eyes.

Although I have already seen the photos, but the real person is here, and I feel more handsome.

Zhao Xinran didn't pay too much attention to Yang Luo, anyway, sooner or later there would be a chance to get in touch in the future...

After Yang Luo led Jiang Xiaoyu to have a big meal, the two returned to the hotel together and snuggled together.

"Why do you suddenly want to hang out?"

"On a whim? I don't know, I just want to go out for a walk anyway! ”

"Oh..."

"I originally wanted to take you with me, but you couldn't leave!"

"I don't want to, but this internship is rare..."

"Well, I understand!"

Yang Luo hugged Jiang Xiaoyu's waist and kissed her pretty face gently.

This night, Xiao Yu'er's hands and mouths were like bottles, although Yang Luo's long-awaited dream did not come true, but it also gave him good comfort.

The next day, Yang Luo got up early and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Jiang Xiaoyu.

She really worked hard last night for a long time, and she had to go to work in Huaguang later...

Although it was just a simple soy milk fritters xiaolongbao, Jiang Xiaoyu ate it very happily.

It's the heart that counts!

Yang Luo watched Jiang Xiaoyu enter the company, thought about it, and decided not to see Li Fei this time.

He was really afraid that after meeting again, he wouldn't be able to stand her temptation...

With a roar, the plane soared into the sky.

Yang Luo left abruptly this time, and only bought an economy class, but fortunately he leaned against the small window.

Outside the window, there were white clouds and various shapes, and Yang Luo tilted his head to admire it for a while.

In his sleep, Yang Luo felt a tremor and the plane landed!

Chang'an, the first check-in place of Yang Luo's trip.

The thousand-year-old capital lives up to its name!

Mausoleum of the First Emperor, Huaqing Pond, Qujiang Garden, Ancient City Wall...

The First Emperor's Terracotta Army, thousands of people and thousands of faces!

It is said that each of these thousands of terracotta warriors and horses looks different.

Yang Luo also took a closer look, and it was indeed the case.

Most of the terracotta warriors and horses are in a standing position, holding a weapon in their right hand, forming a military formation.

Although only a part of it can be seen, it is enough to make people's minds make up the image of the unstoppable Qin army that swept Liuhe with thousands of troops and horses.

Compared with the majestic and domineering terracotta warriors and horses of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, Qujiang Pond is more of a landscape and humanistic atmosphere.

Stroll along the Pond Bank Ring Road and walk south, the water waves are mighty on the left, and the trees are lush on the right, and several courtyards loom in it.

Qujiang Pavilion, Yuejiang Tower, Fairy Island in the middle of the lake...

Yang Luo watched these scenic spots one by one along the way, and felt pleasing to the eye...

During the day, Yang Luo walked through these scenic spots, feeling the heavy historical and cultural heritage.

In the evening, the food street is his ultimate mecca.

Meat buns, soup dumplings, biangbiang noodles, mutton in the water basin...

"Hiccup~"

Rubbing his stomach back to the hotel every night, this is Yang Luo's happiest time, and then he opens his notebook and changes it every day...

After staying in Chang'an for almost a week, Yang Luo tried everything he wanted to play and eat, and then set off again...

"Nine days out of Chengdu, thousands of doors into the drawing. The grass, trees, clouds and mountains are like splendor, and Qinchuan has no time here..."

When Yang Luo got off the plane, a slight drizzle fell from the sky.

"The weather on a dog day is cold and swishing!"

The locals who were traveling with him cursed in their mouths, went out and called a pig and left.

Yang Luo also got into one, and he didn't understand it very clearly at first.

Later, the driver scolded the turtle son in a low voice, and changed it to Sichuan-style Mandarin to communicate with Yang Luo.

Yang Luoquan didn't hear his previous nonsense, as long as he didn't kill customers...

After checking in at the hotel, it was already noon.

Yang Luo didn't go long, and found an old hot pot restaurant nearby.

He's going to challenge the Sichuan girl's spiciness!

"Numb, spicy, fresh, fragrant"

This is the characteristic of Sichuan-style hot pot.

As soon as the waitress girl heard Yang Luo's accent, she knew that she was a foreigner, and suggested that he order a slightly spicy one.

Yang Luo thought to himself, "Who do you look down on, Lao Tzu will be perverted and spicy when he eats Orleans roast wings!" ”

So, he asked for normalcy, just like everyone else.

The Sichuan girl smiled in her eyes and said hello very softly.

Turning the corner, it was a sentence: "Ha Ma Batch!" ”

After waiting for the bottom of the pot to come up, Yang Luo looked at the thick layer of chili peppers and swallowed his saliva, which was really not greedy.

Put in a piece of meat and rinse it, just a feeling, spicy!

This kind of spiciness, which rushes straight to the top of the head, instantly conquers the young and reckless young man.

Yang Luo had tears in his eyes and continued to eat with a red mouth.

"Gooo~"

After a big glass of water, I feel a lot better...

"What made me cry was not only the wine last night, but also your tenderness..."

"Take a walk with me on the streets of Chengdu... Walk to the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of the tavern..."

At night, Yang Luo hummed a little song and went to Yulin Road to try his luck and see if he could find the legendary tavern.

The current Yulin Road is not yet an Internet celebrity street with a literary and artistic fan.

It is a street with the most life and the most memory of old Chengdu...

There were many taverns along the road, and Yang Luo didn't know which one was, so he simply found one to enter.

The slightly darkened décor, the casual round stools and small tables, the soothing background music, and the tavern keeper leisurely wiping glasses at the counter.

Yang Luo walked to the counter and asked for a glass of wine.

The boss looked at him in surprise, "Young man, are you here for a tour?" It's still early, and people haven't come up yet! ”

Yang Luo looked around, indeed, there was no one else except the boss and him.

"Drinking, it's just a matter of interest, it doesn't matter if there are many people..."

Yang Luo smiled lightly and took a sip of the wine in the glass.

"Well said!"

The boss poured himself a little and clinked glasses with Yang Luo...

As the night deepened, the tavern grew more crowded.

Most of them are regular customers, who ask for a glass of wine directly when they come, and chat and fart with acquaintances casually.

Yang Luo waited for a long time, but no one came out to sing, so he asked the boss curiously.

The boss laughed, "Young man, you think a little too much, in a tavern like mine, how can anyone come to sing, and I can't afford to pay that money!" ”

Yang Luo was embarrassed, he took it for granted...

"But if you're interested, I've got a broken acoustic guitar here!"

"Uh... Well, borrow the boss's precious land and use it! ”

Yang Luo is not stunned, anyway, if he comes out to play, he will be happy.

Besides, he doesn't need money to sing, and he doesn't want to die!

The soothing prelude sounded, and the guests of the tavern were stunned, someone was going to sing here?

was swept by everyone's eyes, Yang Luo did not panic in his heart, and played and sang Chengdu!

The tavern on the corner of the street, the dim lighting, three or two friends gathered together, sat quietly and tasted wine.

Coupled with pure, natural, smooth and moving music, people temporarily forget the troubles of work and the pressure of life...