Zhang Bo woke up in a dream, opened his awakened eyelids in the car, and found that Xiao Yu was still sleeping on his body, and the wine had not woken up, and his hand was on her slightly elastic chest peak, fortunately, she had not woken up yet, otherwise she would be very embarrassed, and hurriedly pulled her hand back.

"President Xiao, President Xiao, wake up!" Zhang Bo lifted her up and sat up, her back was soft.

Xiao Yu was still immersed in a deep sleep, sweet, her face was ruddy, and she was still drunk. Shame, pretend.

"President Xiao, wake up, you're still drunk! One night! Zhang Bo patted her on the shoulder and opened the car door to get some air.

"Teacher Zhang..., I'm so tired," Xiao Yu said in a drunken voice.

"If you drink too much, you will get tired easily, and besides, you will be drunk again, and last night's symposium was wrong." Zhang Bo felt very sorry for those writers.

"Drunken mishaps?" Xiao Yu was shocked, and hurriedly opened the car door and got out of the car: "Teacher Zhang, let's go wash and have some breakfast, there is still a work to discuss today." Today, you go talk to Zhou Guang. ”

Zhang Bo also got out of the car, both entered the villa, the men's and women's baths, each with their own use, after bathing, the spirit recovered, Zhang Bo returned to the original state, Xiao Yu was like a newlywed bride, radiant, feeling warm and comfortable on the chest, there was an indescribable fluency.

The two walked out of the villa, got on the Schevlet, Xiao Yu drove, found a restaurant, bean juice rice porridge with small cakes, a tea egg, finished eating, and sent Zhang Bo to the guest house by the way. Gone, a gust of incense vanished.

"Teacher Zhang, I miss you! Didn't return overnight. Zhou Guang had just finished eating, and when he met Zhang Bo in the guest house on the second floor, he greeted him from afar, and he was so happy that his little eyes became a line and he had no eyes.

"Not newlyweds. Think what you think. Zhang Bo opened the door to the dormitory.

"It's not important to be newly married, it's important to be friends." He followed Zhang Bo into the dormitory.

"Yesterday's symposium was not scheduled." Zhang Bo said apologetically.

"You're going to see your daughter?" Zhou Guang sat on the seat next to Zhang Bo's bed.

"Nope." Zhang Bo said with a smile.

"President Xiao asked you to dinner? She has a good impression of you. Zhou Guang said, and smiled mysteriously.

"Don't think about it, it's just a meal. I'm annoyed. Zhang Bo said. Show a hint of melancholy.

"You are talented, what are your troubles, and you are still short of money to spend. Unlike me, nearly forty years old, two children go to school, my wife is obsessed with being a broken doctor, and I can't make much money, this year I contracted the bare mountain in order to green the mountain, and I put my pants as a jacket, and there are a few acres of thin fields to be planted at the foot of the mountain. Struggling and toiling on the line, there is no trouble. Zhou Guang said that he was still very optimistic. Optimism was evident in his face.

"Oh, it's hard enough, but work hard." Zhang Bo brewed two cups of tea.

"It's awkward if I don't call you a teacher, or a classmate." Zhou Guang said whatever he remembered. Very solid.

"I can't ask for it, Brother Zhou Guang." Zhang Bo said. I'm very happy. It's the same end of the world. This analogy is inappropriate.

"Don't be so literate, just call Zhou Guang." Zhou Guang said. People in the mountains!

"It's not easy. Zhou Guang listens to orders! Zhang Bo came to the sound of the joke.

"What's the matter, big brother." Zhou Guang smiled. Amuse.

"Big brother invites you to dinner at noon." Zhang Bo slowed his tone.

"I can't ask for it, I've been here for a few days, I'm hungry, and I miss my wife." Zhou Guang scratched his scalp and said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go for a walk. Walking is thoughtful. Zhang Bo said. Experience.

"I haven't drunk the tea yet! "Zhou Guang is a person who lives a rural life.

"Cool it first." Zhang Bo got up and walked out. Say it and do it.

The two went downstairs and went straight to the street.

"In my hometown, there are not as many cars as an hour here in ten years." Zhou Guang looked at the traffic and said.

"Or how can I say it's rural." Zhang Bo said. He knew that this was true, and if his hometown was not developed, there would not be so many miscellaneous vehicles.

The morning sun shines on the city. Shine on the road, on one car after another, and on the buildings in the distance.

Weeping willows on their heads! Give the city a vibrant hope. Give people a cool breeze! The two of them sat down on a bench under a tree! Count countless vehicles.

"What time is it?" Zhang Bo asked.

"The second day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar." Zhou Guang according to the days of the lunar calendar.

"What about the Gregorian calendar?" Zhang Bo asked.

"The Gregorian calendar is the beginning of June." Zhou Guang expected.

"Oh! It's wheat harvest season. Miscanthus planted in May this year. Zhang Bo felt homesick.

"Our wheat is already on the field." Zhou Guang said. There is a joy of harvest in my heart.

"You don't have to harvest mechanically!" Zhang Bo asked.

"What mechanical harvesting? Haven't heard of it. Zhou Guang looked at Zhang Bo! What a novelty.

"Combine harvester, more than 100 acres a day, cut it can be put into the warehouse, and if it is wet, it can be sunburned." Zhang Bo said that it seems that there is still no information in the mountains.

"Don't say no, you don't need it, the fields are full of chairs and seats, and the protruding jaws are slippery." Zhou Guang told the truth.

"Still so backward? Zhang Bo sighed.

"Cultural life is not far behind, TV, computer, refrigerator, air conditioning. However, the landscape is very good, creating a paradise for painters and writers. Zhou Guang is also quite content. No complaints, everything is good.

"Where there are mountains and rivers, people are beautiful." Zhang Bo said.

I beg to differ. As I said at that time, the white-skinned men are village officials, and the white-skinned women are the family members of the village officials, but that kind of whiteness is not disgraceful, as if it is sallow-yellow, and there are two reasons why the stomach is big, one is that it is full of people's blood, and the other is that men steal and prostitute women. Zhou Guang was very angry.

"Of course, there are no roots, but they are also for the people, they have money like flowing water, they have a car at home, and they have a house in the city. All in all. Zhou Guang said again.

"Let's talk about the local people, not about this annoying thing. Actually, the peasants are also good-looking. Zhou Guang smiled again, and Zhang Bo was silent.

"It is said that there are handsome birds in the mountains, not to mention people, we farmers are also very good-looking." Zhang Bo changed the subject.

"If you want to talk about the figure of the farmer's family, it is good-looking. It's full of stories, the old man's face is pale, like the bark of a tsubaki tree, and the daughter-in-law's face is red, because of the wind and sun outside the house. The girl's face was red sorghum, and that was because the hoeing was hot and sunburning. The baby's face is childish and lively, and I look good when I climb the hill. "Zhou Guang has freedom of speech.

"How many acres of wheat do you grow?" Zhang Bo asked.

"Three acres of wheat, two acres of sweet potatoes, and one acre of cotton." Zhou Guang replied.

"Why isn't your face black? Zhang Bo smiled.

"Naturally, it's because of my face! The daughter of the barefoot doctor only married me. Zhou Guang smiled.

"Prince Charming!" Zhang Bo praised.

"I am the only high school student in the village, all the girls in the village are red-eyed, and I am the standard for finding a partner. When I first graduated, I didn't dare to go out on the street at night. Zhou Guang said happily that the memories were very sweet.

"For what? Zhang Bo was very interested.

"The girls in the mountains are all childhood companions, they are gangs, each of them wants to kiss me around, of course they can't, and then run to the river to bathe with a smile." Zhou Guang is still blushing.

"The people there are beautiful, honest and direct." Zhang Bo said with a sigh.

"It's still like that, but the rough ones have a level, alas, there is no part of us, how are you there? Zhou Guang said.

"We have a plain there, although there are mountains, the mountains are strange and abrupt, not so flat, and now they are being developed, and I have also farmed, but I rarely go to the fields, and the cultivation and harvesting are all mechanized, and I don't know how to farm. When my wife wasn't dead, it was all her. When there is no model, my wife often cooperates with her neighbors to order seeds, of course, in order to save some money. Zhang Bo's face was unhappy like a dark cloud.

"Then your medical skills are very clever, or I ask you for something, brother, we are from a province, pass by my house when you leave, pass on your medical skills to your brothers and sisters, and benefit the people on that side." We are there, the mountains are good, the water is good, there is a big forest in Yimeng Mountain, I contracted a mountain, you go there to change your mood. Zhou Guang said his plan.

"Yes." Zhang Bo promised to benefit the people of one side, that medicine.

"When the time comes, let my younger brothers and sisters sing the Yimeng Mountain minor tune to thank you." Zhou Guang is very sincere.

"Can you sing?" Zhang Bo was in a good mood.

"Yes, if you don't sing well, when your brother and sister were girls, they won my love with the wind blowing that grass bottom." Zhou Guangdu said the truth.

"It's beautiful!" Zhang Bo blurted out and said.

"What's beautiful?" Zhou Guang didn't turn the corner.

"Your love story." Zhang Bo told him.

"Oh...." Zhou Guang, a typical mountain person, a typical mountain writer, even love is simple.

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