Miao Er always has her own judgment and reasoning, sometimes based on intuition. She absolutely didn't believe in Zhang Bo's death, and there was always a misdiagnosis when she saw a doctor. But there was one thing she believed was that his novels would offend some strongmen.

She drove to the People's Hospital and found the morgue, where the old man was not there, but the door was not locked.

She pushed the door open and walked in, greeted by a pungent smell of formalin. There were several corpses parked inside, and she searched for them one by one, and the first corpse bed at the mouth must have been Zhang Bo, because the other corpses had been identified.

She gently came to the bed, held her breath, and examined the corpse's lying position through the sheets. Is that you, Bo Zhang? Although the corpses are all lying on their backs, they must not all be the same as Zhang Bo. Zhang Bo lay there refreshed, dressed in literary color, even if he died, he was between life and aura, not lifeless.

Miao Er finally mustered up the courage and opened the white list, a white and quiet face, presented in front of him, the deceased's eyes were slightly closed, revealing a kind of mediocre coldness, the corner of his lips contained a lowly small line, although the eyebrows were the same, but there was no kind of natural lodging of death. If you are not honored, that is, you will die, and you should have the kind of vitality after death, which is called death as it deserves. The horn should contain the charm of blood, this person is not Zhang Bo.

Miao Er suddenly remembered that after Zhang Bo posted the article, due to the leakage of information, it attracted many visitors, among the visitors, there was a person who looked like Zhang Bo, could this person be him! Besides, Zhang Bo went to his grandmother's place, and he would never come to Wenhe Lido, which was time-consuming. He would use his white and tender hands to see doctors and write articles. ..., yes, hand! His hands have special markings, and his left hand has a streak. From the Qiangong to the Leaving Palace, the two of them also discussed the pattern at the beginning.

Miao Er picked up his hand and looked at it carefully, the inside of his left palm was like hemp, and according to the palmist, the world was complicated. Uneasy. On the palm of his right hand, there are three short essays, there is no time, place and people, there is no momentum of mountains and rivers, and there is no beauty of the universe. This person is Zhang Zaiyi.

Miao Er let out a long breath, as if relieved, covered him, and gave birth to a kind of compassion in her heart, and said silently: Almighty Lord, let your soul rest in peace, you are wronged. At the same time, a smile appeared in my heart. The Lord is not omnipotent, and he cannot distinguish between the true and the false. can't protect all living beings, and at the very least, Zhang Zaiyi has not been protected. I don't know if he believed in the Lord or not.

Miao Er walked out of the morgue, walked to the parking lot, looked at the bright sunlight, and asked, "You are so great, so capable." Do you know where Zhang Bo went? Grandma knew if she had selfishness to hide her younger brother, impossible, grandma is not that kind of person, how can she play childlike games. If you ask, you'll find out.

Miao Er drove out of the hospital. Towards Nanhu, at the intersection of Nanhu Road, when I was about to reach the villa, I saw the old locust tree out of the wall from a distance, blooming with locust flowers. The doors were wide open, and men and women came in and out. Hey, no, in the past, there were only two cars at the gate occasionally, some people were asking for calligraphy and painting, some were asking for advice, some were coming to visit, etc., etc., etc.

Miao'er's mobile phone rang, it was a reminder from "Jun Zhiwu", she didn't pick it up, sped up, and arrived at the gate like an arrow. Get out of the car and lock the car.

"Miao'er, you're back, and you didn't answer a hundred phone calls." Du's mother met Miao'er at the gate.

"What's wrong? What about my grandmother? Miao Er asked urgently.

"You need to be calm, grandma is gone." Miao Er found that Du Ma's eyelids were swollen and her cornea was red.

"When?" Miao Er felt a thunder in the sky. But there were no clouds in the sky.

"This morning." Du Ma turned around and walked back.

"Why didn't you notify me?" Miao'er is going to rain.

"Ancestor, I made a hundred calls, Dean Miao." Du's mother was dissatisfied and angry.

“… Oh! Miao Er then remembered that the fetus was afraid of radiation, the mobile phone was turned off, and when she looked at the computer in the office, she kept her belly under the table.

Tears flew into her eyes, and she jumped up and down into the yard, into the hall, and toward where her grandmother was lying.

Miao Qingji wore a shroud, a white swan on his head, and a brocade quilt embroidered with a locust flower pattern was covered on his body. With pearls in his mouth, he lies in the center of the hall with his head to the door.

Miao Er didn't care about anything, ran into the hall, and pounced on her grandmother. ..., I want to say something, I can't say it, I want to cry something, but I can't make a sound, and the words in my heart are: Grandma, why didn't you leave without saying a word! Last night, I still dreamed of you, painting the mountains and rivers of Reclining Buddha Town, painting the splendid harbor of the South Lake.

Miao Er was brought up by her grandmother since she was a child, and her feelings are better than her father and mother. ..., grandma, are you too tired, take a break for a while, and tomorrow you will wake up early in the morning to see your big locust tree in the courtyard and recall your painful passing years. Pressing the past in your heart, still talking and laughing with the people who came, telling the story of the fragrance of acacia flowers,..., you are the most qualified mother, leading the family through the hard years. … You are the most qualified mother, humming a little song of the reclining Buddha, carrying me to the school..., grandma is my mother.

Grandma, you are a painter, in addition to sending me to pick me up, you are going to work to paint, using the blood in your heart to make ink, dyeing the brushes red, dyeing the morning glow in the sky, and dyeing the white and tender locust flowers. — cut all red.

Grandma, I'm Miao'er, I'm a doctor, I'm the dean, you laugh, I'm becoming a child, you're carrying me to the school. Miao Er finally spoke, not choking, not blocking the veins.

Aunt Yang Huan came over, pulled Miao'er, and said, "Listen to Auntie, don't cry, cry, grandma will be angry." ”

"Auntie, I'm not crying, I'm communicating with my grandmother." Miao Er said. She wiped her tears.

"Still crying, where were you when your grandmother was sick? The mother wiped her tears and asked, she cried because Miao Er was crying.

"I should be blamed because I'm wrong, I work in the hospital, I turned off my phone, I'm sorry for my grandma, I couldn't see it before I left." She stood up again in the wind and rain of Nanhu, and cried when she fell on Yang Xu's eyes, tears soaked her aunt's shoulder sleeves and soaked Miao'er's own heart.

"My grandmother is gone, and I didn't pay attention to it." Miao Er said guiltily.

"My seedlings have grown up and improved, don't cry, grandma will forgive you." Miao Zifeng walked over and patted her daughter's shoulder, Miao Er raised her head, and wiped away her tears.

"—will cremate my grandmother and bury her in the cemetery." Miao Zifeng said to Miao Er. He knew that in the morning news, the news of Zhang Bo's death was broadcast, and his daughter would be even more sad. The person I like can't get married, so I'm naturally sadder, but I didn't talk about it, and I didn't ask.

"Is it going to be a memorial service in Nanhu Square? Miao Er asked. Not in grief.

"Yes, I think so too. Miao Zifeng said: "Grandma's death is the fall of a superstar in the painting world, which is not only a loss for our family, but also a loss for the country, she not only belongs to us, belongs to art, and belongs to the country." ″

Miao Zifeng also said: "Dedicate all her works to the country." ”

"Dad is so great, he deserves to be a civil servant of the people! Miao'er's voice is full of natural lively nature. Restored mood.

"Call the cultural center tomorrow and make an appointment to pick it up." Miao Zifeng said non-negotiable.

"—Listen to Daddy." Miao Er said.

"Listen to your grandmother, she has only written the will ,...for three days," Miao Zifeng said sadly: "She made a notarization, this is her wish, but she also gave you a gift, this house right, belongs to you, you are relatives from generation to generation." ”

"No, you don't know what Grandma Lu Dao means." Miao Er was a little shy.

"What do you mean by your grandmother?" Yang Li asked, she felt that Miao Er had something to say.

"You'll understand later. There is nothing wrong with the honorable order. "Miao Er doesn't explain, because she can't explain.

"If you don't explain, forget it, I'll give birth to you in vain." Mother Yang Li is jealous, Shanxi old vinegar.

"I'll always be your daughter, just remember that." Miao Er played a dumb riddle, not talking, thinking about Zhang Bo's question in her heart.

Zhang Bo, you are there, I miss you, come back, come back or be my brother!

(To be continued)(To be continued......