Early the next morning, Miao Er was gone, Santana was gone, and Miao was like a whirlwind, blowing back to the township hospital.

Zhang Bo understands Miao'er, she is like a ball of five-flavor real fire, sooner or later she has to burn herself, burn beyond recognition, burn to the ground, leave a skeleton, black and degenerate, flashing phosphorus fire,... Slowly accept Taishang Laojun's Lian Dan furnace, open the furnace door, be thrown in, and accept the test of the five flavors of fire.

Zhang Bo took a shower and put on decent clothes. This dress was bought by Miao Er in Hailan House, trousers, short shirt, appropriate, he stood in front of the mirror, obediently, they all said that people have no youth, how can they return to the appearance of their youth. Young due to illness.

Some of the washing utensils such as washing the face and brushing the teeth were put away when Miao'er left. Zhang Bo stood in the courtyard for a long time before he walked out of the gate.

Zhang Bo's Chery has done an overhaul at the manufacturer's maintenance point, and today it can finally be on the road, after modification, it has a new look, like its owner, very heroic, through the lower village, on the river bridge, and then through a dry road, on the national highway.

Both sides of the road are poplars, there is no wind blowing in the morning, the dew drops on the green leaves on the surface, the wheat fields on both sides of the road, one side and one side, are orange and yellow, and there are not many vehicles on the road. It took less than an hour to enter the South Outer Ring of Wencheng, enter Nanhu Road, and stop at No. 9 Beye, Nanhu District.

Zhang Bo got out of the car, and the first thing that caught his eye was the vigorous old locust tree on the wall, with locust flowers and sparkling crystals. The door was hidden, but Zhang Bo still rang the doorbell and walked in.

"Sister, I'm Xiaobo." Zhang Bo saw that there was no one in the courtyard, so he shouted.

Mama Du greeted her. In fact, he is not very old, only in his thirties, less than forty, and has worked in the Miao family for many years, diligent, and clean. Just like Lin Daiyu in Jiafu, she never said a word or took one more step. Of course, this analogy is inappropriate, Du Ma's grocery shopping, cooking, expenses, and Miao Qing's daily activities are all arranged by Du Ma's situation.

"Please, sir. In the studio on the second floor. Du Ma said politely.

"Go upstairs, I'm on the second floor." In the middle window of the second floor, Miao Qing, who was full of silver hair, leaned out.

Zhang Boxin walked into the living room and went up the stairs to the studio on the second floor, where Miao Qing was holding a handful of painters in his hand to admire.

"Sister." Zhang Boxiang reunited after a long absence, and his voice was full of longing and grievances.

"Xiaobo, this is an illustration from your book, take a look. Be satisfied," Miao Qing saw Zhang Bo's actions. She digressed and got straight to business. But, listening to his voice, my heart is also sour, because of something.

"..., my sister did it. Definitely impeccable, I don't know how to draw. Zhang Bo smiled and said, a little reluctantly. The kind that can't laugh.

"The same goes for poetry and painting. Because you also know poetry, take a look, and be polite to your sister. Miao Qing seemed to be tired. Sit down, and Du Ma brought her a cup of tea.

Zhang Bo picked a picture of the green mountains with the Buddha picture, and said: "This one is good for the cover, the Buddha is in the green mountains and green waters, and there are pedestrians around the winding paths, but the proportion of the Buddha statue is a little larger, it should be small, and its area can not be evenly divided, and one-fifth is better, so as not to have the feeling of dominating the guests." Zhang Bo said.

"Good eyesight, this is the original sketch, the sub-picture is made according to one-fifth, the mountain is big and the Buddha is small, there is a sense of the green mountain Buddha wind, its ballad rhymes around the mountain, the hidden echo continues, passed down from generation to generation, simple and natural." Miao Qing said according to the original meaning of the book, decomposed.

"The illustrations of these protagonists can be single, or double, male or female, each with its own voice." Zhang Bo said, commenting: "It doesn't matter what the content of the novel is." ”

"The image design of Pangu should be like this, with few clothes and bare, and the eyes, muscles and muscles are the outline image, to suggest the sun and moon, rivers and mountains, land and forests." Zhang Bo said again that he admired his sister's talent.

"What about the axe that splits the heavens and the earth? Miao Qing is very happy, it seems that this younger brother is really a genius.

"It's wonderful, and the beauty is that the axe is round, like a circular saw. Nine-headed axe, this is my sister's bold idea. I didn't expect that. Zhang Bo was surprised. Very excited.

"For this axe, I read a lot of myths and legends, such as "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", "The Book of the North Mountains", ancient mythological weapon maps, and finally thought of what you said in the book, the four sides of the father, the eight directions of the mother, the legends of the heavens, the myth of one side, with the appearance of the nine animals to integrate the axe, draw the handle of the axe. So that the world can have affection, can convey affection, human evolution, and many other hints, so there are many small symbol paintings on it. Miao Qing said that she seemed to tell the story again.

"Sister, the chapters that are very in line with the intention of the work, first there are human beings, and then there are human beings' understanding of nature, and objective implications. Of course, this mythical story is not the main body, but just a comparative technique, which illustrates the ambition of the first protagonist, reversing the hollowness of that special year, eating a few grains of sorghum, saying that it is the era of the Manchu and Han full feasts, and it is crazy in the gusts of wind. Zhang Bo was in a somewhat uneven state of mind.

"A book, a painting, a work of any industry must be responsible to the society, have a sense of true beauty, be able to substitute, and at the same time, can also leave the imprint of the times. Miao Qing said, her eyes sparkling and stable.

"In fact, only in this way can art have vitality, and the work has its permanent vitality, and after many years, it will still be a new work, and you can still see the edges and corners of that era, and you can also see the portrait of that era." Zhang Bohao entered into the polemic of the work.

"So, your book is very successful, and you have a passing vote or more. Don't be afraid, the success rate is 90% out of 100, and the success rate is very high, so that the critics can go to the best of the reviews and let the critics tell the truth. Miao Qing smiled. The smile was a little bright.

"Sister Xie gives confidence and encouragement. "Zhang Bo will never forget to be humble.

"The response to this book is very great, and there are nearby netizens who have disclosed your address, and there will definitely be trouble, and there will be many visitors." Miao Qing said. Not without worries.

"If you don't have any experience, you can just use a pen name when you send a manuscript." Zhang Bo said. He remembered the man who looked like him, and then he remembered this method of disguise.

"All visitors from the neighborhood. As long as you don't contact the news media, you don't get upset about the website. Miao Qing instructed.

"I really haven't thought about this, my sister is right, it's better to be cautious." Zhang Bo said thoughtfully: "Sister's health is fine!" ”

"It's okay, it's tough." Miao Qing said happily.

"Don't be too tired, pay attention to rest, it's better to be older than younger." Zhang Bo said euphemistically.

"Miao Er hasn't been home for a long time, how is she? "Miao Qing can't forget the person.

"She's going back to work in the hospital, and I'm coming to see you in the city." Zhang Bo said with a little meaning.

"I know Miao'er's thoughts. I can see it. Miao Qing motioned for Zhang Bo to sit down. Zhang Bo sat down and picked up the tea that Du Ma had just given.

She is an active and meritorious person who is suitable for politics, and has many methods. Zhang Bo commented on her.

"Are you saying that she doesn't fit in with you, or is she obsessed with moral and ethical concepts?" Miao Qing attached great importance to this question, she moved her chair forward, took Zhang Bo's hand and asked; "Tell me the truth."

"..., one is that there is a generation gap, the second is that the disparity between the years is too great, and the third is ethics, just because you are my sister. Fourth, what people in society will think of me. Zhang Bo looked at Miao Qing's serious face and said.

"It seems that the writer also has his weaknesses." Miao Qing let go of Zhang Bo's hand and stood up, saying, "Xiaobo, this is not a reason, the key is how to choose and how to position. If there was no me, would you choose her, from the root tree, in this matter, this generation problem does not exist, everyone is a meeting in Pingshui, there is no clan, where is the generation and ethics. You have a foothold in life, and don't take into account ordinary people's opinions in your choices. In this way, there is the spirit of Pangu, and it is written well in the book, but it is not good to do it badly outside the book. The year and the generation gap, the thoughts and the meaning, are basically the same thing, you are both doctors, you are both people on the medical front, there are some things, you discuss and do, just don't hurt each other. Miao Qing said earnestly: "Tree, I'm afraid of hurting the roots." People, afraid of sadness. ”

"My sister has life experience, and my brother admires it very much," Zhang Bo said: "Let it be, Miao'er's stack of firewood and grass will definitely burn and burn all over the world, this is her style." ”

"What about your style?" Miao Qing asked with a smile.

"Like the water on the green mountain of the reclining Buddha, it flows to the West Village, then goes to the Lower Village, goes to the East Village, joins the Wen River, flows into the sea, and gathers a magnificent wave." Zhang Bo was full of thoughts, and said in the language of a poet.

"Mama Du, what do you think of Miao'er?" Miao Qing asked.

"..., talented, capable, very scheming, like the angry waves on the sea, I can't say anything else." Du Ma said uneasily.

"What do you think of Xiaobo today?" Miao Qing still said with a smile.

"I don't think so..." Du Hao seemed to be very nervous, and there was a servant who commented on the master.

"Let's be honest." Miao Qing urged.

"Mr. is a talented, suave, inspiring, and his words and articles are very good, but." Du Ma was embarrassed to continue.

"Just what?" Miao Qing couldn't wait.

"It's just a little conservative." Du Ma had no choice but to speak.

"Xiaobo, do you hear me, this is your weakness!" Miao Qing was full of emotion.

"Miao Lao, what kind of food are you going to eat this morning?" Du Ma asked.

"Add two more vegetables, boiled almonds, bean flats, lotus seeds, millet, broken flower kernels, and a small amount of starch porridge." Miao Qing said.

Du Ma turned around and left the building.

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