Mr.president, you are too gentle

He shrunk his neck and returned to his original position and began to doze off, no matter where he went outside. This move made Fu Xiaoxiao a lot easier. Only when his ears were clean could he be more interested in visiting the lake.

In the commercial street, there was a faint sound of music outside. Hearing the familiar melody, Fu xiaopee pushed open the window and went out to listen.

"One dream, one more dream,

I don't feel any pain until I die.

Take advantage of impulse, can change to move.

Don't use this illusion. Will you cry and smile when you wake up?

Maybe life and death is also a dream. There's no need to understand it. "

The male voice with a slight metallic feeling hit his ears. At this time, Fu Xiaoxiao was moved by this scene.

The boat was still moving forward, and gradually the commercial street was left behind. The sound of music also gradually went away. She narrowed her eyes and looked back hard.

But only the shadow of the ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River can go to a more distant river.

About twenty minutes later, the boat came to a shore and stopped. The boatman came in and saw that Fu Xiaoxiao still looked bad. It seems that she is very tired of why she came to find another job for herself, but she still adheres to the most basic service etiquette.

"This is the mouth of the river. When the boat goes out, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Fu Xiaoxiao seemed to suddenly come out of his dream. After listening to the boatman's words, he looked out. "Is it far from the ancient city? The boat will go back the same way later?" he asked

The boatman thought for a moment and said, "yes, the river here ends, and then he goes out of the ancient city. This side is the other side, and there is a north gate from the north."

Looking out, the rain outside had stopped, and the river was calm again, only a little ripple when their boat passed by.

"Wait for me to think." Fu Xiaoping said to the boatman.

The boatman didn't care much about Fu's small reaction, or he would ask just because of the rules and regulations. Whether Fu Xiaoxiao wants to go back with the boat or not will not affect his plain life.

Shrugging his shoulders, the boatman's eyes were attracted by the sleepy guide on the other side. This guy was good. He was sailing hard, but she was sleepy here.

The two men worked together and became familiar. The boatman walked over and shook the comfortable woman's shoulder impolitely. "Nong is sleeping comfortably. The tourists here don't know how to take care of it? Wait and complain. The salary deduction makes you cry."

They speak with a typical southern accent, but they are very soft.

The woman was shaken up, and after listening to such words, she woke up a lot in an instant. "Just talk about nuozi alone? She doesn't listen with headphones. It's not the same."

Although the words say so, the woman's waist is still straight. Obviously, they have some scruples about what the boatman said just now. They communicate as if there were no one else. They can't understand it.

Fu Xiaoxiao sneered. She also lived in the south for several years. Although she can't learn the soft waxy accent, she still understands the basic dialect. She can hear the dialogue between the two people clearly.