Pretty boss is on me

"I don't know if Mr. Chen would like to see me, but we still have to go! We should pay a visit to this kind of thing. It's not appropriate to invite him down the mountain! Bruce Lee, let's go as soon as you've arranged! " Ye Songquan returned slightly tired.

Seeing that ye Songquan was in a very bad state today, long Baili couldn't help frowning. He nodded his head solemnly and said softly, "I'm going to arrange it now!"

In fact, the so-called arrangement is to drive the car out. Since ye Songquan is on a private trip this time, there is no driver from the Municipal Bureau on longbaili's side. He asked the driver to drive the car to the hotel in advance. After the car was delivered to the hotel, he left the car key at the front desk. When ye Songquan and others came to the hotel, they took the key again.

There are a lot of buses in the municipal Party committee, so no one will care even if a business bus is missing. What's more, this bus is still used by longbaili, so naturally there will be no sound.

After Zhang Pengcheng picked up the car, he thought about ye Songquan's current physical condition and wanted to go to drum mountain to find Mr. Chen. It's really exaggerating.

Although the height of Kuming mountain is only seven or eight hundred meters, it is famous for its steep and long mountain road. Because the mountain is steep, the road up the mountain is very difficult to walk, and even some roads have to go around the hillside for half a circle to find a suitable road. So Zhang Pengcheng thought for a while and went to the hotel to rent a wheelchair and put it in the car.

Ye Songquan felt uncomfortable when he saw that Zhang Pengcheng had taken a wheelchair. With his arrogant character, he was not able to be pushed up the mountain in a wheelchair. However, his mind was delicate and he knew that his physical condition was not good. Zhang Pengcheng got a wheelchair just in case, so he was relieved.

When they got on the bus, Zhang Pengcheng became the driver and drove slowly on the mountain road. When they passed the intersection with Xiao Wei again, Zhang Pengcheng still couldn't forget the little things.

Fortunately, the car didn't have any problems. After bypassing the mountain road, it went all the way down. Then it climbed a slope and officially entered the territory of Kuming mountain.

"Xiao Zhang, you are a local. Do you know the origin of this Drum Mountain?" The car drove into the valley of the Drum Mountain, looking at the surrounding rocks and green pines and cypresses, ye Songquan suddenly asked.

When Zhang Pengcheng heard the speech, he felt proud. He was a real Haicheng man. How could this drum mountain not know its origin?

But when ye Songquan asked, Zhang Pengcheng couldn't give a direct answer. In a twinkling of an eye, he took a look at long Baili sitting on one side. Seeing that long Baili blinked quietly, he nodded with a smile and said, "Mr. Ye, this Drum Mountain really has a long history."

"Oh? Come on, it's still a bit boring along the way! " Ye Songquan said with a smile.

Zhang Pengcheng answered with a smile and gently opened the window to a crack. A fragrance of plants came from the shop.

"There's such a saying in Haicheng that it's called gumingshan first and then Binhai County! Although this is a common saying, Binhai County has a history of thousands of years. It can be imagined that the time of Kuming mountain in history is much longer! There is a rock in Guming mountain, which is called Guming rock. It is said that in the Tang Dynasty, there were some literati gathered here. At that time, the bells and Qin were intertwined, the pipes and the ancient Chui were fused together, but there was no morning bell. Therefore, there was a scholar on a rock who hit the face with a stone. The sound spread in the valley, just like the sound of a drum At that time, this rock was known as the drum rock. After that, Wang Weida, a poet of Song Dynasty, wrote a poem about Acacia here. The so-called red bean is sad, and a few branches come in spring. The acacia tree here is more than 100 meters ahead Zhang Pengcheng showed off his knowledge, then pointed to a towering tree not far away and said with a smile.

It is said that Wang Wei wrote a poem about Acacia here, but whether it is or not can not be verified.

But there are always some folk legends about Kuming mountain. In order to avoid ye Songquan sitting in the car being too stuffy, Zhang Pengcheng kept looking for some topics to Tell ye Songquan. Unconsciously, after several stories, the car finally stopped.

When he got out of the car, although ye Songquan still had a smile on his face, he was very weak. However, as soon as he got out of the car, his body was a little flimsy. When Zhang Pengcheng stopped the car, ye Songquan almost fell down.

Zhang Pengcheng has a quick eye and a quick hand. He grabs ye Songquan with an arrow. When long Baili comes to him, he changes him.

Of course, Zhang Pengcheng knows how to flatter him. Holding ye Songquan steady is to prevent his accident. However, once he holds ye Songquan, someone should help him. Naturally, he should be long Baili.

At the moment, long Baili holds ye Songquan tightly in one hand, and Zhang Pengcheng's arm in the other. He holds ye Songquan firmly with some difficulty, frowning and asking, "old ye, do you want to have a rest first? It's hard work for you

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to trouble you and Xiao Zhang. When I came here, I saw Xiao Zhang borrowed a wheelchair. I'd better use it. I know my body very well. If it's not necessary, I won't speak!" Ye Songquan nodded awkwardly and said with a pale smile.Later, Zhang Pengcheng naturally pushed the wheelchair out. Although Guming mountain has a long history, the mountain road has been renovated every year with the promotion of Binhai County Government, especially the access to Guming temple. The road is flat and there are no steps, but the distance is a little long, more than two kilometers.

However, along the way, long Baili has the opportunity to push ye Songquan. Naturally, he works very hard. Unless he can't bear to walk, Zhang Pengcheng will take the opportunity to replace long Baili for a while, and long Baili will help promote the wheelchair most of the time.

And Zhang Pengcheng is not easy, a group of four backpacks, especially Liu Wenwen and ye Xinyi, their bags together are more than ten kilograms, all the way to let Zhang Pengcheng did not suffer.

After an hour's journey, Zhang Pengcheng and long Baili were relieved to see the end when the door of Guming Temple appeared in the public's sight. They both used their last strength to walk up the steps.

At the gate of the temple, ye Songquan was obviously more comfortable. He stood up on crutches and walked in with the help of Liu Wenwen and ye Xinyi.

But just as they walked in, two little Shamis stopped them. The older Shami looked up at ye Songquan, nodded sympathetically, and asked, "how many of you are here for medical treatment?"

"Little master, I'm very sick. It's no use to go anywhere. I've heard that Mr. Chen is sitting here, so I'll come and have a look!" Ye Songquan light a smile, return a way.

But the little monk frowned, shook his head and said, "don't you know? On the 15th day of the first lunar new year, Mr. Chen would go down the mountain for a few days. Today is just the 15th day Come back, please