Zhang Bo played with his daughter in the provincial capital for a day, and broke up at the long-distance bus station the next morning, this time detouring to Zhou Guang's house, deep in the mountains, before leaving, they made a farewell to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu still insisted on sending the two to the station. Of course, there is Shi Yan.

"Daddy, give." Shi Yan took out a square box from her backpack, it was a mobile phone, and she bought a backgammon mobile phone for her father.

"I said I would go back to Wencheng to buy it, and I spent money indiscriminately." Zhang Bo took the phone, although he complained, he still sighed in his heart, and put the phone in his bag.

"Let's go back with President Xiao, as soon as Dad stays at Uncle Zhou's, he will go home immediately, and he has to go back to the hospital to work, and I don't know what happened over there, Dad seems to be restless." Zhang Bo hugged his daughter. But it's not reluctant to separate.

"President Xiao, thank you for your continued care." turned to Zhou Guang Xiaoli's side. Xiao Yuji moved forward, the two of them did not have the opportunity to shake hands, Zhang Bo consciously understood that if he took a step back, he was afraid of hurting President Xiao's face, and the two could feel each other's breathing and heartbeat. The kind of eyebrows that flirt.

"There is no feast in the world that will never be dissolved." Zhang Bo's words turned out to be babble.

"When you came, I was here to pick you up." Xiao Yu was emotional, and said: "I still like to get drunk with you in the car, I like you to touch my breasts, I feel your fragrance, and now, I am still very comfortable in my heart." Xiao Yu actually had the intention of kissing goodbye, which was already intoxicating.

"President Xiao, there is a chance to meet here, the work has not yet entered the finished book, and those manuscripts are still up to you to update." Zhang Bo moved slightly and retreated.

"I'll go find you..." Xiao Yu deals with writers every day, and today I know the pain of separation, the embarrassment of wanting to talk about it, and the kind of isolation that a woman can't say when she wants to love a man.

"Comrades passengers, please note that the 118th train bound for the old revolutionary base area has begun to check tickets. Please pack your bags and ......," the announcer sounded inside and outside the waiting room.

The announcer's words, like a hairpin of the Queen Mother, separated Zhang Bo and Xiao Yu, and there was no chance for the chief to shake hands, so Zhou Guang pulled Zhang Bo. Run towards the ticket gate. Shi Yan pulled Xiao Yu, who was staying there, and chased after the ticket gate.

Zhou Guang pushed Zhang Bo in front to check the ticket first, and supervised himself in the back, so as to make a difference. The beautiful female ticket inspector's little scissors are very bright and beautiful, this little scissors cut Zhang Bo and his daughter and Xiao Yusheng apart, two beautiful beauties, they had to find Zhang Bo's back through the crowded wind gap, but. Gone. It's hard to say goodbye when you meet, Li Shangyin said.

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Zhang Bo sat at the window of the car, looking at the mountains with forests, the bare mountains, and the small houses on the mountains, the mountains were green and beautiful, and the courtyard was as small as a sheepfold.

"It's 20 kilometers to my home, and the village is not far from the roadside." Zhou Guang said. He pointed to an unseen col ahead.

Zhang Bo raised his eyes and looked at that area. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides in the northwest and south, forming a dustpan-shaped col where there are scattered large and small villages. Those small villages, nestled on the side of the mountains, are scattered, surrounded by green trees. The mountains and rocks are forested, and there is no bridge and flowing water in front of the village. The mountain road is crooked. A ridge on the west side of the house, like a barrier, hides this col very quietly.

In the farmland at the foot of the mountain, there are scattered smooth lying stones. From tens of centimeters to a meter high, between the cracks of these stones, peanuts, sweet potatoes, and some sparse sorghum grow, where people hoe and wear hexagonal straw hats, like shaking mushrooms.

"Wanghailing has arrived, and there are two passengers who got off the bus." The sweet voice of the female conductor.

"Let's get out of the car." Zhou Guang said. The car stopped, and it was full.

"Arrived?" Zhang Bo asked. Look back through the window.

"Brother Zhang, this place is my home. This stop sign is called Wanghailing, named after Wanghailing in the west of the village. The two got out of the car with their bags.

The car closed the door and floated down the ridge. Angel of Traffic.

"Big brother, wash your face." Zhou Guang said that he first walked to the creek on the side of the road and put down his two shoulder pockets. One of them is Zhang Bo's.

Zhang Bo also came to the stream, and the water in the stream was very clear, trickling down to the fields, and there were farmers who poured peanuts, inserted a hard plastic pipe into the stream, and flowed into the fields. Water beauty.

There are cattle and sheep running on the barren mountains where there is no grass. Yamamei.

"Everyone said hey, Yimeng Mountain is good, Yimeng Mountain is beautiful." The voice came from a distant sorghum field road, it was a female voice, mature and simple.

Zhang Bo didn't wipe his hands, stood up, and patrolled the prestige, but only heard his voice, but didn't see his person: "What a beautiful fairy sound!" ”

Zhou Guang also stood up and patrolled, he knew that this was the voice of his wife Chi'er, who was on her way home from a doctor's visit.

"The sorghum is red, the bean blossom is fragrant, and the millet is piled up all over the field. Our Communist Party is well led, and the people of Yimeng Mountain are beaming.... "The sound is like the peanut blossoms in the field, the wind blows the apricot yellow, and the sound is like a cool wind, blowing the pink cotton peach blossoms and slowly disappearing.

"It's very simple, the sound quality is very good, and how many good talents are buried." Zhang Bo said by feeling.

"This is sung by my wife, Chi'er." Zhou Guang said happily.

"Heaven and earth are new, accompanied by your happy growth! Zhang Bo squatted down again to wash his face. I thought, what a world where the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the people are beautiful.

"Chi'er walked ahead of us, and the fork in the road she was walking on came from a village. Can't see ours. Zhou Guang smiled. I am very familiar with my hometown.

"What village?" Zhang Bo asked. He is sensitive to the name of the village.

"You see, counting from the south to the north, one village is the southernmost village, and so on, the ancestors are arranged like this, two villages, three villages, four villages, five villages. Zhou Guang said, pointing in every direction.

"All the way to the north, about five miles long, five villages, six villages, seven villages, eight villages, nine villages, ten villages." Zhang Bo reasoned.

"Ten villages are not ten villages, they are tail villages, in fact, they are also ten villages, and the people are idle and unlucky, so they call the tail village, so as not to appear the homonym of dead village and dead village." Zhou Guang said. He picked up his satchel, and the two began to walk west on the mountain road, the fifth village.

"What village do you live in?" Zhang Bo asked.

"The east courtyard of the five villages, directly opposite Wanghailing, there is a hill under Wanghailing, which is contracted by me, and at the foot of the mountain is my farmland. The soil of the west hill is thin! No one does a thankless job, but as long as good fertilizer is applied, the soil structure will change. Zhou Guang said, full of confidence.

"You're right." Zhang Bo sincerely felt that this local writer was extraordinary.

The two continued to walk forward and arrived at the entrance of the village.

"How much wheat can this land produce in one acre?" Zhang Bo saw a piece of wheat stubble and asked.

"A good output of two or three hundred catties, and if the wind and rain are not smooth, it will be one hundred or ten catties." Zhou Guang said. The voice is content.

"Do you know how much wheat can be produced in an acre of my land?" Zhang Bo said. Very proud.

"How much?" Zhou Guang asked.

"More than 1,200 catties, of course, the natural stone in your field occupies a lot of area." Zhang Bo said.

"My God, I've only heard of it, and I think it's a fantasy." Zhou Guang was so shocked that his little eyes were straight and shining, thinking that it was an exaggerated style in history.

"It's okay, go take a look at me." Zhang Bo said a local saying.

"Ken is going, you are my brother, and I can forget you!" Zhou Guang is very happy, there are a lot of languages, and it is also the reason for reuniting with his hometown.

Zhou Guang's home, in the east of the village, also has a big poplar tree in front of the gate, and two trees in the courtyard are blooming brightly in the moon season.

"Chi'er, I'm back." The two of them walked into the door, and Zhou Guang shouted.

"You've called, got it, just entered the kitchen." Chi'er agreed and walked out: "Yo, on the phone, what about the eldest brother you are talking about?" How to bring a penis. ”

"What eyes, this is our eldest brother, fifty-one years old this year, a great writer, a great medical scientist." Zhou Guang told Chi'er with a smile.

"Big brother, I'm sorry!" Chi'er rubbed her hands embarrassedly: "It looks like I'm only twenty or thirty years old, forgive my younger brothers and sisters, rural people, I haven't seen the big world." ”

"You're welcome, they're all farmers." Zhang Bo said.

Chi'er is in good shape, although she is nearly forty years old, she is neither fat nor thin, because she runs in the mountain village all day long, she exudes the breath of youth, and has the coolness of a woman's walking. The complexion is very good, not as dark as Zhou Guang said, with a plain coat, a raised chest, willow-colored trousers, and a pair of wide-mouth cloth shoes made by himself are very suitable for the feet.

"Zhou Guang, you make vegetables, talk with your eldest brother, and I'll go to the back of the yard to pick some vegetables. Chi'er plucked wicker blue from the wall outside the kitchen. A gust of wind walked out of the gate to catch up with the city's working-class people.

"The courtyard is quite wide." Zhang Bo followed Zhou Guang into the hall.

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