Miao Er said goodbye to Zhu Rong, she drove south road, left Bu Village, and went to the river bridge in Xia Village.

The car stopped on the river bridge. Miao Er wiped her tears in her heart, and then the tears flowed from her heart to her eyes, and finally came out of her eyes. are asking what is the situation in the world, which is unpredictable. She slapped her hand on the steering wheel and asked herself why she wasn't looking in the right direction.

Miao Er saw the principles of being a man from Zhang Bo and the way of being a man, which made her learn to be a man. Why is it so difficult to be a human being! Love should be wronged, tears should be wronged, people should be strong, and jade trees should be in the wind.

She got out of the car and looked in the direction she came, but she was separated by the barrier of the lower village. In the lower village, thousands of ceremonial flowers bloomed in the night sky, and the sound of firecrackers shook her heart. The colorful rain in the sky shone on her tear-stained face, and she smiled helplessly. Life is really beautiful, just like this river in the lower village, you can skate when it is frozen, and you can say that you can bathe and catch fish in summer. But now, listening to Zhang Bo, the river is a river, it is polluted, there is no baby to wash the butt bones, no woman to wash clothes, no laughter in the river, and no joke sound of fish jumping on the water.

Life is so beautiful, people also need health..., a cold wind blew, Miao Er suddenly sobered, the people in this land, are waiting for themselves to lead the village doctors to pay attention to, to recover, why can't they still get out of this emotional circle, not to mention to serve the people, but to dedicate themselves to the practice of humanitarianism!

Miao Er let out a long breath, the heat turned into white smoke, she rubbed her face with both hands, opened the car door, sat in the car, turned on the lights, stepped on the accelerator, and drove to the national highway on the other side of the bridge.

The car stopped on the national highway again, and Miao Er opened the door and got out of the car. Since I was a child, I really haven't observed the night before this Chinese New Year's Eve.

There were no pedestrians, no vehicles, and the sound of firecrackers came from the nameless town next to the road. The night sky is full of color and stars, but there is no moon and no sun. Miao Er was thinking, the Jade Emperor in the sky should also be full of lights, watching the New Year in Yaochi, fairy songs, fairy dances, Chang'e Shu sleeves,..., is there also a city in heaven, there are hospitals, there are also people, there are clinics, there are also handsome old men Zhang Bo, maybe there are many people who don't know each other.

Miao Er subconsciously stretched out her arms, raised her head and spun on the road, the sky was also spinning, watching the sky spin. It's the same when I was a child, I was tired and dizzy, and my legs were weak, and then I lay on the cement road and looked at the starry sky, looking at the starry sky through the halo of the headlights..., beautiful! Beautiful! That beauty, so beautiful that her two lines of hot tears turned into cold tears..., so beautiful that she stretched her limbs, looked up to the sky and dreamed, as if she was sleeping but not sleeping, as if she had traveled through space. Wandering through the time tunnel, I saw the gray hair

The Father and Mother of the Universe of the Firmament. Take out the elixir jade liquid and get drunk with a flowing szuku.

"Drink, there's no place in the world that doesn't have trouble. In the Jade Emperor and their immortal world, there are also affectionate aspects and troubles.

The Mother of the Universe said, "Otherwise, let our granddaughter Meng Po give you a bowl of soup, and when you drink the water of forgetfulness, you will have no troubles." ”

"Then, my nerves will be anesthetized, my brain will atrophy, and I will forget about Zhang Bo!" Miao Er said bitterly.

"Top, poof!" A cannon salute rang out, followed by a scattered crackling, and the earth was red from the town by the roadside, and the sky was red. Miao Er suddenly crossed time and space, returned to reality, she turned over and sat up, it turned out that suddenly from the sky back to the ground, she got up and stood, Tingting Yu's posture was just like the picture of Chang'e running to the moon back then.

Back in the car, the heat in the car poured all over her body, and every cell in her body that had been frozen began to wake up, and a natural instinct returned to her body. Go home, Chinese New Year's Eve, work after the Spring Festival.

So, she started Santana, like the speed of the earth floating in the air, and drove the car into the Nanhu community, where whips, flowers, and cannons were being released like the world in the countryside, and colorful people were dancing in the square.

Miao Er stopped the car in front of the villa, the red light hung on the gate, the door was wide open, she jumped and ran like an hour, and entered the yard and shouted.

"Grandma, grandma." Miao Er had no pain and no worries as usual, and her lively nature returned to her.

"Shouting soul, the revolutionary work has dragged you back so late. Your grandma is upstairs. Yang Li came out and said with a smile, a little teasing of Miao'er, she, a charming woman who is nearly fifty years old, is obedient and like Miao'er.

"Mom, I'm sorry, let my dad worry about you." Miao Er stepped forward and hugged her mother's neck and kissed her mother's face.

"My dean's daughter, she hasn't been home for a few days." Miao Zifeng walked out, dressed in casual clothes with a smile on his face. Not fat or thin, the waist is straight, giving people a neat feeling. He has a face in the shape of a national character.

"Twenty-two days." Miao Er let go of her mother, ran to her father again, and said, "Is your daughter's job satisfied?" ”

"There's your uncle's credit here, you think I don't know what to do." Miao Zifeng said: "I must have used my crooked brains. ”

"Those who are virtuous live in it. By ability. Miao Er said confidently.

"You think I don't know what to do, a spy for revolutionary work." Yang Li snickered under the bamboo. And he said, "The dean of a small place." ”

"Mom, the world over there is a big world." Miao Er said.

"It's so big that it can surpass the entire region." Yang Li refers to a substantial area.

"People's thoughts and feelings are simple, natural, and flowing." Miao Er said praisefully.

"It's a bit poetic, and I understand art." Miao Zifeng praised his daughter.

"We haven't set off firecrackers yet." Miao Er asked.

"When you come back, let it go, there are two madmen in the family, one is an art maniac, and the other is a humanitarian maniac." Yang Li said. Well-intentioned.

"I love to hear it. A few more words later, bye-bye, I went upstairs to talk to my grandmother. "I ran into the building while talking, and I was gone, so fast, Miao'er.

Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, and Miao Qing is playing with her picture scroll upstairs. The sound of cannons outside the building was incessant, and the light of the fireworks continued to fall on her paintbrush through the glass on the window. This is a figure painting, a boy sitting under a locust tree by the stream reading a book, a pair of men, women and children in a gang on a road leading to the temple, carrying baskets and baskets towards the mountain.

Miao Er came upstairs to stand behind her grandmother and admired her grandmother's masterpiece.

"Why don't you come up and say hello." Miao Qing blamed her granddaughter a little for her rudeness.

"I'm afraid to scare you." Miao Er made her grandmother happy.

"I will coax grandma, and grandma is not mentally retarded." Miao Qing put the brush on the pen holder.

"Who is this boy who reads?" Miao Er asked with wide eyes.

"It's Zhang Bo when he was a child." Miao Qingmei said.

It's a bit like grandma can still remember what he looked like when he was a child: "Miao Er was surprised, grandma's memory is really good."

"Things that are impressive, things that are beautiful, can always remain in people's hearts. This kid is very unendowed, just catching up with a special era. Miao Qing picked up his seal and wrote on the picture of "Reading under the Acacia Tree". On the side of the painting, he used a brush to write the words "Jia Ji Nian" and so on.

"Grandma, let's go eat." Miao Er changed the subject.

"Let's go, go downstairs to eat, this Chinese New Year's Eve is my most meaningful night." Miao Qing said as she walked downstairs with Miao Er.

In the Rong hall, the meal has been arranged, Miao Zifeng and Yang Li are just waiting for their mother to go downstairs to eat, they dare not disturb the old man, as long as the old man goes upstairs, the creation must have been inspired, the old man loves locust flowers, planted a locust tree in the courtyard, according to her, it was moved from the Reclining Buddha Mountain, the small sapling of the year, now it has become a towering tree, more than 40 years. Miao Zifeng also knew that his father died in a special era, he was a teacher, he was the principal of a middle school, his mother was a filekeeper in the cultural center, and during the years of imprisonment, his mother used her fingers to paint on the cowshed..., that era passed, and he graduated from university with excellent grades and entered the government department, held important positions in the region, and shared the hall with his wife.

Needless to say, the bitterness of my mother's support for herself, just saying that this locust tree helped a lot. There is little rice and noodles, and the locust flowers, locust buds, and locust leaves are all mixed with flour and eaten,......。

When Miao Zifeng saw his mother coming downstairs, he hurriedly stepped forward to support and hold on.

"I'm fine, my body hasn't reached that point." Miao Qing said with a smile.

"Mom, let's eat first, or let go of the whip first!" Miao Zifeng asked cautiously.

"The old rule, eat first, then release the whip." Miao Qingle said.

"Mom, sit down." Yang Li straightened the chair for her mother-in-law and put chopsticks.

"Sit down, for the Spring Festival, there are two bottles of Remy Martin in the cabinet, take them to drink two cups." Miao Qing said to Miao Er.

"Grandma, did you pay for it?" Miao Er ran to the wine cabinet, and as soon as she took the wine and put it on the table, her mobile phone rang: "My family..." Miao Er hurriedly opened it and put it on her ear.

"Hey, brother, you speak."

"Give the phone to my sister." Zhang Bo's voice came from there. Miao Er gave the phone to Miao Qing, very unhappy, and said, "Grandma, it's for you." ”