Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang went back and forth, really like good brothers, the two entered a fast food restaurant, four dishes and a pot of wine, which strengthened the deep affection of the brothers.

"Big brother, how do you conclude your work?" Zhou Guang asked while eating.

"What's the conclusion?" Zhang Bo didn't understand Zhou Guang's question.

"Is it self-financed or co-authored?" Zhou Guang said.

"Let's cooperate, so that both of them are good." Zhang Bo said.

"My manuscript fee is how many words a thousand words, of course, my family is not so poor that I need money urgently. It's just that the far water doesn't quench the thirst of the near, although I write a book, I don't come for the money, even a little, take it away, and write an article like you in the future, you have the qualifications to talk about the conditions. "Zhou Guang has his plans. Actually, it's also true.

"So pessimistic." Zhang Bo laughed at him.

"It's not pessimism, it's the reality, there are some situations, to be honest, you don't really know our farmers there." Zhou Xing said that he only said this when he regarded Zhang Bo as a big brother.

"Oh, I understand, although I was born as a farmer, I didn't work in farming, and I didn't realize what was in the consciousness of farmers, and I was looking for this opportunity." Zhang Bo said with a sigh.

"This is because you have no worries about food and clothing since you were a child, you have more money to spend, food to eat, clothes to wear, and a good level of medical care, but you only know sympathy, but you don't know affection." Zhou Guang pointed out sharply.

"You're right." Zhang Bo admired.

"I read your book, and there are traces of this in the chapter on the peasants, but it is not obvious, and the way in which it is skillfully disguised is really admirable." Zhou Guang said heartily.

"I accept, let's eat, and drink that cup of tea when we get back after eating." Zhang Bo said.

The waiter brought two plates of dumplings, and with a very polite gesture, he nodded and left.

The two drank half a catty of wine and ate dumplings. Zhang Bo couldn't eat the remaining four, so he put down his chopsticks.

Zhou Guang wolfed down and finished eating, and saw that Zhang Bo was not eating the remaining four dumplings, knowing that he was full, he reached out and took Zhang Bo's bowl.

"Waiter, give me a disposable lunch box." Zhou Guang greeted. The male waiter responded and delivered the lunch box. Zhou Guang took it and put the dumplings into the lunch box with chopsticks.

“… You. Zhang Bo was puzzled.

"If we don't eat these dumplings, they will throw them out, it's all blood and sweat, why don't you respect your own results." Zhou Guang smiled and said, "You can go." ”

The two walked out of the restaurant, speechless all the way. Zhang Bo was shocked by Zhou Bo's little thing, and said in his heart: Great Zhou Guang.

Back at the guest house, Zhou Guang put the dumplings on the table.

"Bring dinner to the restaurant." Zhou Guang said childishly.

"Herbal tea. One cup per person. Zhang Bo handed a cup to Zhou Guang.

"Have a drink, the people of the provincial city speak, cool." Zhou Guang's expression was full of excitement.

The two began to chat, starting with Xiao Yu.

"President Xiao is a good person, but you can't marry me." Zhou Guang said with a grin.

"For what?" Zhang came to be interested.

"You must have seen "Dream of Red Mansions", why doesn't Boss Jiao love Sister Lin." Zhou Guang told the true meaning of the matter.

"The side of the feudal rulers represented by Sister Lin lives a parasite-like life. Boss Jiao loves the bigfoot girl. Because she is the toiling masses. Zhang Bo said that there was a point.

"That's right, I love to hear it." Zhou Guang said.

"But. You didn't analyze, President Xiao is a woman in the new era, she is not Lin Daiyu. Your analogy is inappropriate. Zhang Bo said Zhou Guang.

"Are you going to want her, it's just chatting." Zhou Guang reiterated.

"No, because not a level, if combined. One of the parties had to make a sacrifice, either she wasn't in the city, or I wasn't in the country, two soil structures. Zhang Bo said absolutely.

"She's a rich woman and a president. is a person who does business, and no one can change the genes of a strong woman like her. Zhou Guang said, meaning that as long as you combine with her, you must sacrifice your own piece of land.

"The background is different, and our foundation there is strong, just like the roots of a locust tree are deeply rooted in the cracks of the mountain." After Zhang Bo finished speaking, he snuggled on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhou Guang was also sitting on a chair and napping, a mosquito flew in, waking Zhou Guang up, he hurriedly stood around and chased after it, it was a flower mosquito.

"Why, there are mosquitoes here." Zhang Bo asked with his eyes closed.

"There are mosquitoes everywhere." Zhou Guang said.

"We have a frog and a mosquito there, all of them." Zhang Bo told him.

"What's going on?" Zhou Guang asked.

"Because the water that drains down the mountain is poisonous." Zhang Bo broke the mechanism in one word.

"I see." Zhou Guang finally killed the flower mosquito. He saw Zhang Bo with his eyes closed, and said, "Dreaming? ”

"Not now. I had a night's dream at night. When I returned to my hometown, I dreamed that my home was burned, my stepsister died, my little sister was pregnant, and all this was as real as it was. Of course, we are not theists, and it always feels weird. Zhang Bo was full of sorrow.

"Men also have menopause, you are not menopausal syndrome." Zhou Guang was worried. Because it's brothers.

"No, it won't. I also dreamed that I rose to the sky above the provincial capital, and a cloud of acacia flowers came, and I rode up, under the faint moonlight, beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful cities, beautiful transportation, and beautiful breath. I walked in beauty, I walked in coolness. Zhang Bo recalled.

"I dreamed that my hometown was no, deep in the mountains, the mountains were stacked and green, the forest wind was like a piano, the birds were tactful, the flowing water had a tune, I was in the field at the foot of the mountain, I was pulling the pear, my wife was holding it behind, and when I got to the ground, resting, resting, my wife sang me a Yimeng tune, our Communist Party, the leadership is good..."

"Back to the primitive society, people pull pears and discredit our party." Zhang Bo was amused by him.

"What are you talking about tonight's symposium?" Zhou Guang asked.

"There's everything, it's never finished, I'll talk about you tonight!" Zhang Bo said seriously.

"If I have something to talk about, I have something to talk about, and I am to be talked about, it's also a happy thing." Zhou Guang said.

"You still retain the innocence of our peasants." Zhang Bo said. He opened his eyes.

"Born and raised, it is endured by someone to excavate antiquities. Zhou Guang said self-deprecatingly.

"As long as there is value, it must be dug up, like a well, and new springs will be opened, so that the hungry and thirsty can nourish their hearts. Then the fields are irrigated and the grains grow luxuriantly. Zhang Bo said resolutely.

"I think so, too." Zhou Guang said. I feel the same way.

"Tonight, you tell me what you have learned, don't stay silent, take a sickle, a pickaxe, and a hexagonal straw hat in the countryside to the table, and see what the blade is sharpened." Zhang Bo said excitedly, the sound quality is pure and beautiful.

"We are familiar with this, and we should say that from the degree of wear and tear of the sickle, how much sweat, how many blood grains, and how much food can be converted into it." Zhou Guang understood Zhang Bo's train of thought.

"These antique, simple foods, without any ingredients and seasonings, are very fragrant. What else is used for artistic processing, which is a kind of processing in itself. You must not write a pig as a cow. Zhang Bo had a new insight.

From a woman's pregnancy to the rise of children, to what the cry of the daughter is like, and what the cry of the boy is like. "Talk about the excitement of the baby's grandfather, and how happy the baby's father is. And so on and so forth, and how much water is needed to plant a tree.

"Woo woo woo", the door was knocked open and the waitress came in with a sweet smile. Blue suit skirt. Smock.

"Something?" Zhang Bo saw a mole in her eyebrows.

"The two of you didn't eat at noon, it's dinner time, please eat," the waitress said.

"Xie Lu Xie, go immediately. Zhou Guang said that the waitress retreated.

Zhang Bo put on his shoes and said, "Let's go, dinner." ”

Zhou Guang carried the disposable lunch box and four dumplings: "Go and consume." ”

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