"How did you beat the Sun God?" He looked at Chen Feng, who was floating on the surface of the water and was almost asleep with his eyes closed, and suddenly wanted to know more about the situation of these major battles. "The one that looks like you."

"Just run away like that? Didn't I tell you? "Chen Feng was still floating on the water with his eyes closed, his stomach rising and falling with his heavy breathing, and he ran in the sun for a day, making his whole body black and red, red and shiny." It was to blow him down with a mine and then use water. To be honest, I can't beat him. ”

"Doesn't that sound easy? It didn't seem like it was even ten minutes. ”

"Ten minutes?" Chen Feng turned over and stood up in the water, and the splash caused the small fish around him to scurry around, and bumped into him in a panic. "Not even ten seconds."

"So short!"

"Everyone is very busy, who has the time to fight you for three hundred rounds?" In the dimming light, Chen Feng glanced at the white of his neck, and then returned to his original posture, lying motionless in the water. It seemed to continue to speak to Hong Liang, and it seemed to mumble to himself, "Even if two people use knives, it will be over with a stab." How can you play for half a day......"

"The ...... 700 Years Ago"

"Two or three minutes." Chen Feng said casually, closing his eyes to feel the slow flow of water. Only occasionally move your hands and feet, so as not to be washed too far by the river.

He loves the feeling of being soaked in water, and he has loved it since birth. I still remember when I was a child in my hometown in Texas, my parents lived in another yard with my older brothers and sisters, and he lived in three old bungalows with his grandfather. Whenever it rains, the small courtyard is filled with rainwater. He always ran out with his bare little butt and trampled the warm rain with the heat into a muddy patch. Grandpa always sat at the door smoking a dry cigarette, smiling and watching his grandson, who was the same color as the soil, rolling in the mud. When he was happy, he would come to the water's edge, grabbed Chen Feng, and no matter how much mud he had, he hugged him in his arms and kissed him again and again, deliberately piercing his grandson's little face with his beard.

Twenty years have passed, he has grown from a little fat man to a big fat man, and his grandfather has also changed from walking like a fly to being supported downstairs. I can't go back, I really can't go back.

Maybe he still has time, and can live forever like the thirteen gods. But grandpa will not stop aging and will leave this world one day. At that point, all memories are just memories, and no one but myself will remember them. It's like this river, flowing slowly past you, leaving no trace. And for those who have experienced this river, all they can remember after a long time is the crisp sound of the water and the clear ripples......

No, the river is very gentle here, and I have never heard such a sound of water. What's going on? Chen Feng opened his eyes in the water, and he was shocked by what he saw everywhere he looked......

Standing up in the water again, he glanced at Hong Liang angrily and rushed up to the shore. Chen Feng's anger turned into an impulse that stimulated every nerve in him. He couldn't remember everything that had happened in the past few days, and he couldn't remember the scars all over his body, he just wanted to shoot the shameless fat man on the shore to death, or at least give him a fat beating. "Dog, peeing in the water in which Lao Tzu is swimming, you kid has lived enough!" This is what Chen Feng thought in his heart, "You'd better not let me catch you, or Lao Tzu will take it down for you!" ”

Even though Chen Feng only shouted "slut", Hong Liang still sensed danger from his striding posture and the anger on his face. While urinating, he turned around and laughed loudly: "Fatty, I was wrong!" Sister Meng, is the meal ready? ”

Outside the stone house sits a white stone the size of a square table, with a flat top, and has been used as a table for a long time. Around the table, a few stools of high bluestone were moved, and the stones were warmed by the summer sun, and they still burned the buttocks of the two fat men slightly at the turn of night and dusk.

Sitting down face to face, Chen Fengda stared at Hong Liang with an apologetic face with two bull's eyes open. Hong Liang tried his best to show a hippie smile, but he still couldn't pierce the murderous aura in the air. One hand supported his head, and the other arm timidly rested on the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically, hoping that Chen Xi would appear soon, at least in front of her, Chen Feng would not swallow him in one bite.

It didn't take long for Chen Cheng to come out with a basket. It wasn't until today that Chen Feng remembered to take a closer look at what he had eaten these days. The food in the basket is not bad, but it seems strange no matter how you look at it. The whole basket, full of boiled peanuts, boiled sweet potatoes, and boiled corn, is a large "big harvest", and what really makes him feel kind is the few big stuffed buns hidden in this "big harvest".

The bun is minced with meat, and the meat filling is just right mixed with some shredded green onion and ginger, which is fat but not greasy. The skin of the bun is rubbed with a lot of strength, and it is full of strength in the mouth, and although it is a dough, it has a little elastic taste.

It turns out that Chen's craftsmanship is so good, at least in making steamed buns, he definitely surpasses most chefs. But on second thought, he hadn't found any traces of white flour in the canyon for so many days, where would this bun come from? Raising his eyes to look at Hong Liang, Hong Liang was still peeking at himself. He didn't understand the intention of Chen Feng's eyes, and thought that this kid was going to go crazy, and it was inevitable to be beaten up.

But Chen Feng didn't move, but glanced at Chen Cheng out of the corner of his eye. Chen Xi sat on the side expressionlessly, not eating or moving, as if she was sleepwalking.

"I went to the hotel where you stayed that day today and got your luggage back." She seemed to read Chen Feng's doubts from the air, and sat in front of her like a statue, her eyes looking at the basket on the table, but she seemed to be staring through the basket into a long distance. "The original clothes are all torn and I can't wear them...... I also paid the accommodation money you owe. Hesitantly, she stood up and prepared to go back to the stone house. When he left, he whispered: "Your injuries are not much left, you can't stay here anymore." ”

Chen Feng didn't speak, holding half a bun and blinking. It took a long time for Hong Liang to realize that Chen Ji was talking to himself, and he said "oh" in a daze, which was regarded as a thank you to her.

It wasn't until two days later that their injuries were fully healed. The skin on Chen Feng's legs has grown, except for the dark red that is still piercing, there is no longer any uncomfortable feeling. The dead flesh and dead skin on Hong Liang's wound were also picked off by his hand, and the broken bones were inexplicably connected. If you don't look closely, the marks left behind are like a strip of vitiligo on black and red skin. It's not pretty, but it's not scary either.

"Where are you going?"

"When I go home, my father is afraid that I will cause trouble outside, so he asked me to go back. must have persuaded me not to break up with Sun Ling. Hong Liang took out a pile of clothes and pants from his backpack, picked out a pair of denim shorts and put them on his body, and shook the crumpled short-sleeved shirt fiercely, carefully covering the wound on his chest so as not to be seen. You can go home too. ”

"I'll go back to school."

"Go home, you're on your own in the dormitory, what can you do?"

"I want to sleep for a few days."

……

Quietly and unconsciously, I saw the bustling flow of people again, and a mountain city was placed in front of the two of them. The city is not very big, the buildings are not very high, and although the road is also full of traffic, it seems to be something worse than other cities, maybe something more.

Standing on the street without dirt, this is the first time in so many days that the feet of the two have stepped on the ground through their shoes, a strange and familiar feeling. Without the wet dirt and stones under my feet, my feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, and I felt that the soles of my shoes were soft and unstable to walk. I don't have the feeling of being down-to-earth, but I have the motivation to run. Cars and electric cars flashed in front of them, setting off a breeze on the tips of their noses, and people passing by on the street were frowning or relaxed, not knowing where to run.

But memories told Chen Feng that this was unlike any other city he had ever visited. Here, people come and go in a hurry but are not anxious, cars come and go but not crowded, the roads are wide but not restless, and the girls are beautiful but not lead. A 100-meter-wide river meanders in the center of the city, and the marble fences on both sides of the river are filled with anglers. The anglers looked leisurely, as if the unknown prey at the end of the carbon fiber rod was the most important catch of the day.

The sound of a child in his ears caught his attention, and the fleshy little guy staggered, his little hands desperately grabbing the lowest fence to look into the river. When I turned my head to look left and right, I found that almost all of the people lying on the white marble fence with no end in sight were men, from gray hair to toddlers, three or four generations had gathered. Occasionally, one or two little girls in bright dresses will pop up, and they all look so out of place.

"The men here are so idle!" Chen Feng thought to himself.

The Hong Liang around him had long been attracted by this atmosphere, lying on the fence and staring at the float not far away. The float swayed with the ripples blown by the breeze, up and down, up and down. At least along the river, he didn't see any eye-catching billboards or hear cacophony of music. Only the men who fish on both sides of the river leisurely educate their children and grandchildren on how to live leisurely.

"Where is this?"

"Chengde." Hong Liang replied in a low voice, "I came with Sun Ling last year. ”

Chen Feng didn't know how he judged the name of the city, but since Hong Liang said it, then he didn't have to doubt it. It's just a little curious, it turns out that you can live like this in the city.

It's hard to tell where the city center is, and you can't tell where the edge is. Here it seems that everywhere is the center, and everywhere is the edge. It's just that it doesn't seem easy to go back to Shandong directly from the city, Hong Liang held his mobile phone and spent half an hour staring at the "12306" app, his wide head squeezed out a wrinkle, and his big black face almost became the color of Master Guan. He didn't understand that such a world-famous tourist city did not have a high-speed railway, and the fastest way to return to Shandong was to transfer planes to Beijing ×.

In fact, where can it take half an hour, Chen Feng only took three seconds to glance at the screen and made a decision in his heart - to take a car. He is used to being casual, and he has never been attached to a certain thing since he was born. So he won't be as entangled as Hong Liang, clearly can't find a suitable train, why do he have to compete with himself, and suffocate himself into a plucked × national turkey? Forget it!

Still, he likes to see others in a hurry. Seeing that Hong Liang was in a hurry on the side, he quietly checked the shuttle bus interval and easily found the location of the bus station. But he is not in a hurry, and Hong Liang is not in a hurry. He leaned on the fence and waited for Hong Liang to wake up, and even asked him for a cigarette rarely, and smoked it leisurely, one, two, three......