On the wide road surface of Songjiabao New Village, a small car was slowly moving, and it was Huang Xiaojun who drove.

"Xiaojun, can you drive faster?" Chi Qiaosheng in the car looked at the car as slow as a snail and said anxiously.

At this time, Chi Qiaosheng was completely gone from being thin and withered more than half a month ago. He was energetic, had a rosy face, and he became much fatter.

This is also Song Wen's credit.

After Song Wen said that the old stake of wintersweet could be cured, he did not doubt that it had it, and the stone that was wrapped in his heart finally fell.

As soon as his heart was gone, Chi Wannian invited the old Chinese doctor to help him recuperate. In just over half a month, the person changed and returned to his previous spirit.

However, the beloved bonsai was taken away, and he was inevitably worried. At that time, his health was not good, and his wife, son and daughter-in-law and grandson did not allow him to go out. The doctor said that his body had recovered and as long as he did not exercise too much, it would be fine. He immediately wanted to come over to see the old wintersweet, but he didn't know where, so he called Huang Xiaojun. Huang Xiaojun had something to do in the morning, so he drove to take him over in the afternoon.

After hearing Chi Qiaosheng's words, Huang Xiaojun smiled and said, "Grandpa, you can't drive a express train in Songjiabao, otherwise they won't let me in in the future."

Songjiabao has such a rule that you cannot drive express trains inside, otherwise you can only park your car in the parking lot outside and cannot come in. The main reason is that there are a lot of elderly people and children in the village, and the children are even naughty and run around for fear of something happening.

"I said to Old Man Chi, why are you anxious? You are so old and still irritable, what do you think?" Qin Fu, who was beside him, looked at Chi Qiaosheng today, and happened to know that he was going to see the old wintersweet. He was also curious in his heart whether Song Wen could cure the old wintersweet, so he came with him in Huang Xiaojun's car.

After hearing his teasing, Chi Qiaosheng hummed in anger and stopped talking.

After a while, the car left the streets of Songjiabao, and Huang Xiaojun accelerated and drove up the mountain quickly.

But not far away, I saw a bamboo door set up casually with bamboos on both sides saying "Private important place, don't enter if you are idle." There is also a horizontal row on it saying "Dajian Mandarin Bamboo Sword Planting Base".

There was only one bamboo door open, and the car could do it if it had thought about it, but it was inevitable that it would be scratched. Huang Xiaojun had to get out of the car, open the door, and then drove inside.

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On the wasteland by the stream, Song Wen held a hoe and dug the beautiful hairy flowers in the ground with great force.

This Hair God Flower blooms all year round, and there is no problem with blooming, but the flowers it blooms have a stinking smell. When the wind blows, you can smell it from afar. If you have respiratory diseases, you will probably faint immediately after smelling it. Moreover, this Hair God Flower grows very fast. A small seedling can grow into a clump in a year in spring. It is a vine plant that spreads, and it is a large area, and it cannot be removed.

After digging the Mao Shenhua and clearing the roots, Song Wen began to sort out the wasteland.

The wasteland is very long, almost by the stream, but Song Wen only planned to clear about acre of land and then start to fertilize the land. When spring comes, watermelon will be eaten in summer.

The weather is a little cold, but the sun shines, making people feel warm.

Song Wen hoeed out the acre of land he wanted, and then began to level the land by the stream.

This wasteland is a bit oblique and not flat. Although it doesn’t matter to plant watermelons, he still wants to make it well. Even if he doesn’t plant watermelons in the future, he can still plant other things.

The bamboo is green and full of vitality.

When you are in the bamboo forest, you feel that the bamboo forest is deep and distant, and is very confused.

The car turned a corner and Chi Qiaosheng saw a green patch in the distance. Then he realized that this was not just a bamboo forest, but also a majestic sea of ​​bamboo.

The bamboo sea has mountains and ridges, deep ravines, green bamboos are everywhere, and green waves are undulating. He also saw a stream flowing in the distance.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Huang Xiaojun stopped the car.

Chi Qiaosheng got out of the car and looked around. He saw that the lake water in the distance was clear and green. The afternoon sun shone, marking the lake water into golden color, which was so magnificent and brilliant.

The ausculture flowers by the lake sway in the wind, and the white aura flowers rise with the wind, dancing in the air like snowflakes.

There was still a faint mist floating in the mountains, and the mist floated above the lake and the bamboo sea, looking dreamy and ethereal.

The clear lake water, the ethereal mountain fog, the quiet courtyard, the green mountains, the green bamboos and white flowers form a beautiful and magnificent landscape painting.

The breeze sways slightly, creating clear and clear waves, layer by layer of ripples, connecting the surrounding green bamboos.

The bamboo shadow reflects the blue waves, as if a peerless beauty was bathing in the waves. Her waterfall-like hair was gently dispersed in the blue waves of thousands of lights. A pair of fair and slender arms were scooping up a handful of nectar on her beautiful cheeks. Pearl-like water dripping rolled on her snow-like skin, shining brightly.

On the shore, the small courtyard built against the mountain is so quiet and peaceful, but under the shade of green bamboo and green water, it looks so colorful.

"What a good place!"

Chi Qiaosheng sighed, and Qin Fushen nodded with the same feeling.

Song Wenzheng was leveling the ground. He heard a car roar from behind. He turned around and looked at Huang Xiaojun and the others. He thought that he should be visiting the old wintersweet, so he carried the hoe and walked towards them.

The flowing waters in the mountains are full of passion, and they are full of lingering love words.

Perhaps she was infected by the noisy flowing water, somehow, Huang Xiaojun felt that she was also passionate.

Looking at Song Wen carrying a hoe in the distance, she came with a smile, and her long-lost heart moved unyieldingly.

Suddenly, somehow, a passage from Stephen Chow's "Domestic Lingling Paint" popped up in her mind: Do you think I can't find you if I hide? It's useless. A man like you who is coaxed is like a firefly in the dark no matter where he is, so vivid and outstanding. Your melancholy eyes, sighing stubborn sluts, magical sword words, and that cup of drymartini all deeply charmed me...

Thinking of that passage, he looked at Song Wen who was walking slowly, with the same distinctiveness, equally outstanding, equally melancholy eyes, and a sighing slut, but he did not have magical skills, nor had any drymartini, but he had superb cooking skills.

The breeze slightly blew, making Song Wen's clothes flutter and his scattered hair flew.

At this moment, Huang Xiaojun had to admit that she was moved. Not only the style of this moment, but also his sighing stubbornness, which was so confusing.

The man in front of me, perhaps just as the good sister said, was the legendary peerless good man who was almost extinct.

What should I do? Should I start first, or wait for the vague fate?

For a moment, Huang Xiaojun felt a mess.

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