A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

"Stop! Stop! Stop! The more you talk, the more unreliable it becomes. Go to bed quickly. We have to go to the construction site tomorrow morning. Stop talking nonsense here." Zhang Lan saw Zhang Hu getting more and more excited as he spoke, and stood up quickly. Chase people away.

Zhang Hu, who was pushed out of the door, was indignant: "Brother, I say your brain is not flexible. You can make a lot of money by listening to me."

"Yes, yes! My brain is not flexible. You go back to sleep quickly, and we will talk about it tomorrow." Zhang Lan pushed Zhang Hu out of the courtyard door, opened the car door and let Zhang Hu get in the car.

Watching Zhang Hu turn around and drive home, Zhang Lan stood at the door and waited for a while. After closing the courtyard door, he sent Zhang Hu a WeChat message and asked him to talk to him at home. He walked into the main room and put away the remaining bottles of wine that Zhang Hu had just drank, and put the cold dishes he had eaten a few bites into in the kitchen. Zhang Lan simply tidied up and lay down on the bed. He originally wanted to sleep but now he couldn't sleep anymore. He took out his mobile phone and read a novel. As for practicing hard, he will just lie down for a day today and talk about it tomorrow...

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Hu and Zhang Lan drove to the construction site one after another. Originally, Zhang Hu said that he would lead Zhang Lan directly to the project manager Jiang Hongxiang, but Zhang Lan stopped him. The two of them were looking for yesterday's safety manager Wang Yongming. As a result, because of the major accidents in the past two days, Wang Yongming was temporarily found in the city for a meeting this morning. I talked on the phone and asked the young man with glasses from last night to lead Zhang Hu and Zhang Lan to take a look at the construction site first, and wait until they come back to discuss what specific things need to be done.

Walking westward from the tunnel along the newly repaired highway, when he reached a village, Zhang Lan saw the ginkgo tree on the hillside in front of him and turned to Zhang Hu and said, "How are you going to see the ginkgo trees in this road construction?" The road to the tree is blocked? Is it open under the bridge now?"

Zhang Hu scratched his head: "I really haven't noticed this. If it doesn't make sense, shouldn't we find out if we go down and take a look?"

The three of them walked along the road for some distance and saw a roadbed being built on the hillside ahead. The three of them climbed over the guardrail and went down to the hillside. Looking back, they saw a road leading to the ginkgo tree under the bridge. The road was tightly blocked by piles of red soil and gravel, and a faint trail could be seen on the hillside next to it.

Zhang Lan stood on the hillside and observed it, and understood that the accident at the construction site should be related to here, but it was one kilometer away from the place where the accident happened, so it should not be affected there.

The ginkgo tree in front of you is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree that is famous nearby. A large number of tourists come here every late autumn. There were also many people coming this year, but because the road leading to the ginkgo tree was blocked by bridge construction workers, tourists mostly walked on the nearby hillside. The looming trail was probably stepped on by tourists.

There are three tile-roofed buildings under the ginkgo tree, which is a small temple. The huge canopy of the ginkgo tree can completely block it below, complementing it like a large golden umbrella with a diameter of more than ten meters in late autumn.

The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree is famous for its efficacious effects nearby. Zhang Lan did not expect that after these people at the construction site blocked the road, now that the bridge has been repaired, they did not repair the underside of the bridge and dig the road.

Zhang Lan rolled back from the guardrail again, clapped her hands and said to Zhang Hu: "Let's go back."

Zhang Hu was standing on the hillside and talking to the bespectacled young man about the magic of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in front of him. As he talked, the two of them were preparing to go down to worship. Unexpectedly, Zhang Lan actually called him to go back. Hearing this, he was stunned and said: "Going back now?"

"Well, when I go back, I will walk this way to see what the reason is." Zhang Lan crossed the guardrail in the middle of the road again.

"Now that we're here, why don't you go and pay your respects under the ginkgo tree?"

"If I don't go now, I'll go later. Haven't you visited this construction site in the past two months? How pious are you now?" Zhang Lan couldn't help complaining about Zhang Hu, who became more pretentious the more outsiders came around.

"If you don't want to go, just wait for us for a while, and we will go by ourselves." Zhang Hu chuckled and led the two young men towards the ginkgo tree in the distance.

Zhang Lan couldn't help but sigh and walked to the other side of the road, out of sight and out of mind. The other side of the road was not far from Canghe River. Looking at the village not far away and the Canghe River below, Zhang Lan had a thought, and a breath passed through his eyes, and everything in front of him became colorful.

Looking at the colorful auras of the mountains and rivers in front of me, I turned my head and looked at the ginkgo trees with their huge aura. I looked at the road under my feet like a dam, blocking the ginkgo trees and the turbulent waves at the foot of the mountain. The coming breaths merge.

After paying homage to the ginkgo tree, Zhang Hu walked hard on the hillside with a breath of blessing. As his feet slipped, the breath of blessing on his body became much weaker.

Zhang Lan had never noticed that such a thing would happen, if he hadn't opened his eyes. He absolutely did not believe that this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree actually had the power to protect him, even though he almost slipped and basically exhausted the protective energy.

When Zhang Hu and the young man with glasses crossed the guardrail and came to Zhang Lan, Zhang Lan took a look at their auras and said lightly: "Let's go?"

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain with these leather shoes. I almost fell down." Zhang Hu complained.

As the three of them arrived at the construction site where the accident occurred, Zhang Lan watched as the aura on Zhang Hu's body became weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared. After taking a look at the situation on the construction site, I had the answer.

When he arrived at the project department, the young man with eyes invited Zhang Lan to his office to wait for the manager's arrival, saying that the meeting had ended and was on his way back. Zhang Lan looked at her phone. It was already eleven o'clock, but it was not too late. He said, "I won't wait for Manager Wang. I've gone around the construction site. Now I have something to do when I get back, so I'll leave first."

Regardless of Zhang Hu and the young man with glasses, Zhang Lan drove away from the construction site and rushed home.

Zhang Hu's phone call came not long after he walked out of the construction site. As soon as Zhang Lan answered the call, Zhang Hu's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Zhang Lan, what's wrong with you today? What's going on? "

"It's nothing. I'm looking at you, brother, but don't take it too seriously. People don't take it seriously. What are you doing in a hurry?" Zhang Lan found a roadside stop and said in an indifferent tone while holding the phone.

"Brother, didn't I tell you yesterday? I was dealing with the project manager Jiang Hongxiang. When I came here today, I said I would take you to him and you refused, and now I am saying here that they don't take you seriously. This construction site Everyone has their own faction, and there is not just one person who is in charge." Zhang Hu said in a helpless tone.