The three of them walked back, and when they walked to the bluestone pavilion, they all stopped to look back, between consciousness or unconsciousness.

"Don't look at it, your heart won't cry, wash your face in the Wangchuan River, eat something and go back." Butterfly was sad heavily, but the wound healed quickly, and she was the first to wash her face in the Wangchuan River.

The Wangchuan River under the bridge, to be precise, is a ditch, and it is better to call it a stream, and the water flows gently leaping, impacting the pebbles that seem to be exposed, making a crisp sound and laughing. The slope, people can go down, and the gray children also go to drink water.

"Wash it, it's comfortable." Mr. Zhou said he took off his shirt, revealing his muscles wrapped in his skin.

"Heh, this tendon meat can participate in beauty contests." Zhang Bo said with a smile while washing his face.

"Those who plow trees and pit practice, labor creates beauty." Zhou Guang said proudly.

"Brother Zhou's body can participate in sumo wrestling or wrestling, and the top is wider than the bottom." Butterfly had seen sumo wrestling and wrestling on TV, so she wasn't joking.

"We went to the porridge shed to eat snacks, and Comrade Meng Po didn't stick to his post, how could he get his salary." Butterfly said, quite humorous.

"The work permit may not have been approved, but if it was to be approved, I would have come to duty earlier." Zhou Guang washed his arms and said.

"Do you want to go to the Provincial Health Department to get a work permit?" The butterfly doesn't smile, just plays proudly.

"You have to go to the county industrial and commercial bureau to register Meng Po soup, time, place, number of years, legal representative, etc." Zhou Guang said he was washing his hair.

"I want an ID card, I also need a household registration book, I don't know this." Butterflies are serious. Uncle Zhou Pao will definitely believe it.

"There's a good job that no one does, and you can't find the right person." Zhang Bo is easy not to joke, and this time he is going to say a few words.

"What a good profession, big brother, let's do it if it doesn't work." Zhou Guang asked without thinking.

"On April Fool's Day, no one went to the mountains to talk about cross talk." Zhang Bo is not without seriousness.

"What did those artists do?" Zhou Guang finished washing his head and asked with a small star.

"We're all going to the auction." Zhang Bo said very seriously.

"Big brother. What kind of auction conference, I can't have a festival, let's talk about it. 〃 Butterflies begin to be delicate.

"Sun, whoever gives more money will sell it to whomever he wants." Zhang Bo finished washing his face and said with a smile,

"How much does that cost?" Zhou Guangyuan is in the horns.

"Two writers. Silly, it's you and me. "Butterfly, smart.

The joke was so high that it didn't seem to be smiling, and it went around us. Whoever buys the sun will go up in the sky. Zhou Guang turned a little.

"So, if you go on April Fool's Day, you won't be able to talk about cross talk in the mountains." Butterfly said.

"You two can talk." Zhang Bo said that he was referring to the dialogue between the two of them about Meng Po's work just now.

"I'm going to talk about Teacher Shan's stand-up comedy. Butterfly said. She made up a section in the tone of Shan Tianfang's "The Biography of Tong Lin": "It is said that Zhou Guang, a great peasant writer, entered the provincial capital for the second time and revised the manuscript three times before he got the top level, the manuscript fee was nearly 10,000 yuan, and the writing was also getting higher and higher. Its mood can be imagined, but. There is only one Chi'er, and the song "Yimeng Mountain Minor" made him ecstatic, and the cattle and sheep at the bottom of the grass were drilled into the bed, which led to a good story. ”

Zhang Bo was amused, and Zhou Guang also laughed, this dead butterfly is still a talent. There are boards and eyes, applause and welcome.

"Okay, versatile, Shan Tianfang's accent is quite similar, and butterflies are geniuses." Zhang Bo praised.

"Thank you, big brother. Thank you, teacher, thank you, Uncle Writer, thank you, listeners, we'll talk about it next time. The butterfly bent down and smiled.

"Genius performer, I said this morning that this place is not over." Zhou Guang exposed her.

"People have a hard time, I know what the eldest brother told you, can you think of it in your brain?" The butterfly is embarrassed to attack; "Dinner."

The butterflies placed ham, water, snacks, and a lot of food in the stone pavilion, and the discouraged crawled there to watch. Everyone sat in a circle, each taking what he needed.

"Butterfly, how do you take three people to eat by yourself." Zhou Guang saw the butterfly's intentions.

"Those who understand cannot be elaborated." The butterfly was a little shy and lowered her head.

"It's a real thing." Zhou Guang took a piece of dim sum and said.

"Okay, it's okay to eat, it's not good if you have a poor mouth." Zhang Bo picked up the water and took a sip. The butterfly gave Ash a snack, and Ash chewed it in her mouth very civilly.

"Butterfly, you have talent, develop well in literature and art, and the pearl of the night will always shine. You can make ancient books into paragraphs, tell them in the village, hide Ling'er's story and real name, compile it into a commentary, comment on her, promote the ancient and modern, sing the praises of light, change the traditional and feudal thoughts, and harmonize with society. It's to be able to get out of a new world. Zhang Bo said. I took a bite of snacks and drank a sip of water.

"I can only try, if only my eldest brother didn't go." Butterfly? Words from the heart.

"There is a way, go to your house and plug the door upside down, whether you want it or not." Zhou Guang said with a smile, he threw a piece of ham sausage to Ash.

"Ken is that Brother Zhang will not agree, he is only eight years old. My family won't agree to it, but there is a way. "Butterfly comes up with a trick, and she is not ashamed, as if she is an outsider.

"What's the solution?" Zhou Guang pricked up his ears and listened.

"When I go with the teacher, I can learn a lot of knowledge, talk and sing, poetry and singing. There is astronomy above, and geography below. "Butterflies are quite learned, one by one.

"Can you bear to leave Ling'er and Ash?" Zhang Bo in a word.

"That's why I want to leave this sad place and go outside." Butterfly period Ai Ai said.

"Then you're sorry for Ling'er, and you're sorry for the mountain that raised you. If escape is the only choice, that is the fragility of life, you must be down-to-earth, sing to the sky, with achievements, various program groups of TV stations will always come to you. Zhang Bo said that it was not because he knew the motives of the butterfly, but because he knew that she wanted to escape from reality.

The butterfly drank water and ate snacks, silent, she was really sick, she was thinking about Zhang Bo's words.

"It's time to go on the road, Meng Po didn't entertain us, and we ate very well." Zhou Guang is witty and humorous, and he also secretly admires Zhang Bo's sophistication and uprightness.

"If Meng Po really appears, you don't dare to make a sound." The butterfly regained its state of mind. But, too, it's a joke.

"Let's go back, and don't forget about it." Zhang Bo interrupted the two of them.

"Listen to big brother." The butterfly will call out for a while, big brother. One will call the big brother, the other will call the teacher, how to shout, how to shout, Zhang Bo knows her mood changes.

"Okay, it's time to go." Zhou Guang said, "Gray, go home." ”

Butterflies slammed up. One by one, there was a "knock" sound: "Ouch." "Squatting on the ground, sweating in pain, and his little face turned pale.

"My foot is broken." Zhang Bo walked forward and let her sit on the ground, with one hand in front and one hand behind, holding and shaking, still with a "cluck" sound. Reset successful.

"Attention, this is called happiness and sorrow, Meng Po's punishment for you." Zhou Guang said. I was very dissatisfied with her behavior of going with Zhang Bo.

"It's much better to rest for a while, an hour." Zhang Bo said.

"It was too late. Wait for the sunset to red, leading to a bright moon. Zhou Guang said, meaning to return early.

"I don't want to, or you go, I'm here by myself, when will it be good. When to go home. "Butterflies just have a way, and the mouth is good.

"I'm afraid you'll jump off a cliff. I carry you, and Brother Zhang carries all the naan. Zhou Guang said helplessly.

"Then I'm sorry, I owe you a favor first." Butterflies flickering around the light.

As soon as Zhou Guang squatted, the butterflies lay on Zhou Guang's back. The hand is spaced between his chest and Zhou Guang's back, so that it looks a little heavier. Dead Zhou Guang makes you not cheap at all.

Zhang Bo packed up his naan rice bag and followed behind, because the path could only accommodate one person to walk, and on both sides were barren grass and occasional sour jujube trees. I always want to rip people's clothes. The three of them quickly passed the Mengguling Monastery.

"Take a break, this road is relatively far, although the front is close, you can't go down with people on your back." Zhou Guang said that he rested the butterfly on a lonely rock.

"I carry butterflies on my back, and I change my class back." Zhang Bo was afraid that Zhou Guang would not be able to bear it alone.

"Thank you, big brother, for having time to let grandma treat you." Butterflies have sweet mouths.

Zhang Bo carried the butterfly, the butterfly's high chest peak pressed on Zhang Bo's back, walked and swayed, felt very comfortable, put his arms around Zhang Bo's neck, Zhang Bo also felt very comfortable, the warm chest was very elastic on the back. Tricky eyes, flying butterflies.

Walking towards Wanghailing is a flat and oblique flat trend, the road is just a turn around the east and west, one will be the jungle, one will be the flat road, and the other will be a small ditch. The butterfly rubbed Zhang Bo's back, blushed, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Zhang Bo wanted to rest, so he carried her for a while, but he had no choice but to carry her again. Because she's not awake yet.

"Butterfly, how did you sleep, wake up, rest and go again." Zhang Bo woke her up. Both of their clothes were soaked on their backs.

"Big brother, what kind of cosmetics do you use, there is a fragrance, and people are easy to fall asleep." Butterfly said that the words were half true.

"Big brother is a natural beauty, heartthrob." Zhou Guang said with a smile. Meaning to say butterfly, I and saw your little movements.

"You also carried me just now, and I was also obsessed with you, and sat in your meat sedan chair." The butterfly was very proud, because her feet didn't hurt much, and she felt that she could walk, mainly because she was willing to be with Zhang Bo, not because she wanted to do anything.

Zhang Bo put the butterfly down: "There should be no problem with moving your feet." ”

The butterfly took two steps and said, "You can go, get a stick and walk on a crutche." ”

"In 1949, the whole country was liberated." Zhou Guang smiled and said, "When I carried my back naked, I didn't sink as you." ”

"She's your wife, don't confuse right and wrong." Butterfly said angrily.

"I mean you have to lose weight, and then lose cat waist S." Zhou Guang smiled, in fact, the butterfly was not fat, but it was just a mouthful.

Zhang Bo broke a tree branch, trimmed it to make her on crutches, and the three of them walked slowly, the mountain road was crooked, and the butterflies threw away their crutches.

"Big brother, you are in good health, and you don't show fatigue. Homesick! Zhou Guang asked.

"I'll go back the day after tomorrow." Zhang Bo said.

"Stay here for a few more days, if you have time, you can stay for a long time, and write in the green mountains and green waters." Zhou Guang said.

"I'm not a god, I'm not a platinum writer, I'm not even a second-rate, I'm not a professional writer, my main business is medicine, I definitely have to go back to work, and I don't know if anything has changed at home." Zhang Bo thought about home.

"Mostly missing. Zhou Guang said: "There is time for Chi'er to go to you to study." ”

"Yes, I'll leave the address, there is a great need for medical skills here. … How to open a clinic at home? Zhang Bo thought of a question.

"There is no house in the village, so I have to take out the house myself, and I can't stop without seeing a doctor." Zhou Guang said that it is very realistic.

"What about the houses in the village before? Zhang Bo asked.

"It's long gone, and only ruins remain." Zhou Guang replied.

"You can raise money to build a new one." Zhang Bo has his own experience.

"It's still a poor mountain here, and now it's contracted in pieces every year, who has the money to buy seedlings, but it's improving. I said in the provincial capital that the living expenses of five or six hundred yuan a month were to save face for the mountain villages outside, but in fact, each family did not exceed a few + yuan. Zhou Guang smiled bitterly.

"As long as the orchard is built, it's a good start." Zhang Bo can always see the light.

"Jingle bell!" Zhou Guang's mobile phone rang, and Zhou Guang picked it up: "Hey, Chi'er?" What's the matter? ”

"There are more than ten patients with neck, shoulder, waist and leg pain at home, can Brother Zhang go down the mountain and be busy." Chi'er's voice can come from the mobile phone, and the hands-free is on.

"Let's go, go down the mountain." Zhang Bo said. The two hurriedly walked towards Wanghailing.

"Wait for me, don't go so fast." Butterfly shouted.

"Let Ash accompany you. It was not dark, and the sun was high. Zhou Guang said.

"It's really a good friend." Butterfly complained.

Ash tugged at her sleeve and walked down the hill. with the mouth.

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