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Ouroboros was exceptionally desolate, especially the place Xiao Peng and the others were in called Harrenhal. There weren't many people around.

But there was a place where Harrenhal came in on Route 66: an obvious gate on the side of the road, a wheel, an iron bull, a trident treetop full of bottles. This was the legendary 'Bottle Forest'.

About the bottle forest, it should be said that an old man picking up scraps had something to do with his artistic son: the inhabitants of Orogland had always had a habit of collecting scraps. When Xiao Lang was very young, Lao Lang had taken him out to the desert to pick up items discarded by others. There were all kinds of junk products and bottles, and other trash could be sold for money.

Then Kobayashi grew up, went to the navy, married and had children. However, his habit of picking up trash never gave up. He accumulated more and more bottles. After he retired, in order to commemorate his dead father, he erected steel pipes on the ground one by one. He stuck wine bottles on these pipes one by one.

Although it was a remote place, the strange bottle forest was still discovered by the tourists and spread to become a strange sight on Route 66. Everyone who passed by Route 66 would come here to take a look. Besides, the influence was also getting bigger and bigger. A forest in bottles had also been established near this year's international beer festival. Of course, it was much smaller. There were only a dozen or so bottle trees on the island, and there were at least thousands of bottle trees, covering tens of thousands of square meters.

Xiao Peng parked the car and the few of them carried their luggage into the magical forest of bottles. Xiao Peng kept taking pictures with his camera.

Coming here, it was like being transported to another world, where all sorts of junk had changed the wondrous artwork: the printer of decades ago, the abandoned old gun, the broken jeep, the forest of multicolored bottles. Each tree had its own unique design, each tree had their own unique thoughts, each tree had their own unique labels, placed within them, and would have the feeling of accidentally entering another time and space.

Amelia, who loved to paint, was so happy that she could barely keep her eyes open. "Xiao Peng, can we stay here for the night?"

Xiao Peng smiled. "No problem. I'll set up the tent now."

"You live here?" What about me? "

Xiao Peng said in a speechless manner, "You want to leave? "Okay, wait a minute, I'll take the motorcycle down." After saying that, Xiao Peng ran out and found a cushion to push down the motorcycle, "Done! Alicia, there's no problem now! "

"Amelia, have you always been with someone so ungentle? Isn't this person too boring? "

Amelia whispered, "Uh, well, I don't know why he did that. Maybe it's because you almost bumped into him."

She was right, it was actually related to Aricia almost bumping into Xiao Peng. How could Xiao Peng not be angry when he almost exposed his secret to Xiao Yu because of her recklessness? That was why she choked him with every word she said.

The sound of a guitar came from the depths of the Bottle Forest. Xiao Peng followed the sound and looked over. There was already a car at the side of the Forest of Bottles. Someone was already sitting there playing. The Forest of Bottles is free to all guests. There are no tickets here, no fees, and travelers are welcome to visit. Of course, if you donate here, you can get a special glass souvenir. Actually, it was just a small round glass light bulb without any markings. It was basically the same as the ones bought on the street; it was just a thought.

The person playing the guitar was a man in his sixties. He was sitting beside three women. One of them was older than the other two. The men's guitar skills were not bad. The women all wore Bohemian style clothes and sat there listening. They looked very elegant, but their expressions were a little strange. They seemed a little lazy. Did they get drunk in the middle of the day?

"They're hippies." Alicia whispered.

"There are hippies now?" Xiao Peng asked in confusion.

Xiao Peng had read before that 'hippie culture' was a popular culture from forty to fifty years ago. In summary, from the 1960s onwards, there was a large portion of young people in the West who despised traditions, abandoned morals, and consciously distanced themselves from the mainstream society. There was also a unique way of life that they could not live in the mainstream society to express their rebellion against the real world. Hmm, it can be entirely understood to be China's' Killing Matt 'and' Unconventional 'etc.

Rock music and drugs were an inseparable part of their lives. When she interviewed a hippie about drugs, she said this: Everyone should take drugs, even children. Why can't they wake up earlier and wait until they're old? Humanity needs total freedom, God is there, and we need to eliminate hypocrisy, fraud, deceit and return to the purity of the values we had as children.

In China, such a woman should have been shot a thousand times! Let children take drugs? To think that he would be able to think of such a thing! No wonder seeing those people being so lazy was f * cking ridiculous.

"Of course, Jobs said he was a hippie when he was alive, and he and all his colleagues were hippies," she said. In fact, hippies are also a way of life, in the eyes of these people, life is not only work, family, property, occupation, it is richer, like the coin and the other side.

Although no one said anything, but in the gap between life, especially when the situation was not good, we could feel a certain impulse, many people want to recover the meaning of life. The hippy culture isn't just about drugs, alcohol and sex, it's also about attitude towards life. Isn't a trip like Xiao Peng's group also part of hippy culture? "

The hippies thrived here, but if one were to talk about their origins, it was actually from the Society-Unionist Soviet.

In the 1950s, when western jazz and rock and roll had just begun to smuggle into the Soviet Union, young people in that era were addicted to music from across the ocean, but the shortage of social resources and music equipment in the former Soviet Union made it difficult to buy records. But the Warring Nation seniors also had a way of making a Western music album on the hospital's discarded X-ray film, and so a Bonemonic appeared. And spread it with all his might in the dark. Although the former Soviet government was oppressing them, this did not stop the enthusiasm of these young Soviets. They smoked, drank and flirted with women every day, listened to other kinds of music, wore unfashionable clothes, and listened to music all day long.

China also had such a period of time. The young people of that period of time, cough cough, that is to say, the parents of Xiao Peng's generation all came from that era. Wearing bell-bottoms, long hair, playing guitar, and going to the ballroom to 'shoot the wife'. Now that I think about it, they all belong to the hippies.

However, the Russian and Chinese hippies had stayed in the river of time, making their homes and new lives. Only the occasional 'unmainstream' would appear. However, it was different here. They were poor and had good welfare. They could just go about their business and play as they liked. After all, wouldn't it be better to be hungry and not die? Like the motorcycle riders, it had become a way of life. At present, there were many hippies in the Stellar Union who pursued such a life of freedom. The key to it was the habit of starving to death.

When the song was finished, Xiao Peng clapped his hands and they waved to Xiao Peng and the others to say hello. Xiao Peng then busied himself with setting up the tent while Amelia was busy painting and Alicia was busy painting. He was busy taking selfie shots.

Xiao Peng took out his portable oven. He had bought so many seasonings this time that he couldn't afford to waste them. One of the two refrigerators on the motorcycle was filled with food. Only after eating your fill will you have the strength to continue on the road, right?

Star Stripes people couldn't not eat barbecue, but Xiao Peng wouldn't use barbecue here. Although they eat barbecue a lot, but in terms of taste, Chinese style barbecue was even more delicious.

There should be a misunderstanding. The barbecue here can be divided into many different types according to the region and style of the barbecue, and the dipping method is definitely not simple. Different meat grilling methods are also different, but the main difference is that most of the barbecue here is done slowly with large pieces of meat, while the Chinese barbecue is done mainly with small pieces of meat skewers.

Xiao Peng didn't like the style of the California barbecue. They liked to marinate it with soy sauce before taking the exam. Over time, everyone would only remember their sauce. Although China's barbecued meat needed to be salted first, it definitely wouldn't be as full of the taste of soy sauce as them.

However, Xiao Peng mainly prepared mutton, beef, and chicken. There wasn't much pork because the pork here was really hard to eat!

First of all, almost all of the pork here is stimulated by hormones. In order to get rid of the fishy smell from the pork in China, they would castrate the boar here. In the State of Xing, this was considered inhumane and couldn't be done in such a way. So most of the pork here stinks.

However, Xiao Peng still bought some pork meat. It wasn't for the sake of eating, but for the sake of refining the mysterious porcine fat. What kind of oil would taste the best during barbecue? It had to be lard!

Just like on TV, when Chinese chefs and French chefs were fighting with each other over cooking skills, French chefs knew that Chinese people could not leave cooking oil, so they directly stole it to prevent Chinese chefs from using oil. In the end, Chinese chefs were even more straightforward and directly refined a piece of pork fat to cook, causing French chefs to call him cheating.

The biggest characteristic of lard was its fragrance. When Xiao Peng was almost done roasting it, Amelia stopped painting, and Aricia stopped shooting. A few of the Beatles also came over.

"This meat of yours is quite good." Someone behind Xiao Peng greeted.

Xiao Peng turned his head to look and was amused. "Heh, why are you here as well?"

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