Zhou Guang was inexplicable and kept their couplets in his heart.

They traveled all over Daming Lake on a yacht, and even the lake pavilion standing like a graceful person did not let go. Count a few lotus leaves, a few lotus roots, a few reeds, and a few sorrows. On the lakeside, small buildings and small pavilions, memorial shrines, celebrity shrines, yaoyuan, jiaxuan temple, and iron gong ancestral halls all visit one by one, what a big wave, a small wave.

All three of them felt tired, but they were tired and happy, tired and comfortable, in short, comfortable.

"We went to the edge of the waves not far away, where there is a restaurant, a bite to eat, a rest." Xiao Yu proposed.

When they walked into the restaurant, the windows were bright and clean, and they felt fresh, because they were surrounded by the colors of red willows and the colors of antique buildings, which naturally looked interesting and elegant.

This restaurant is called the Encounter Hall, as the name suggests, the kind of emotion, and there are no allusions. The three of them found a place in front of the window and sat down, ordered a drink first, and sucked to relieve fatigue.

"Miss, please order." A boy came up with a recipe and handed it to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu politely handed it to Zhang Bo, and Zhang Bo politely replied to Xiao Yu.

"We are guests and hosts." Zhang Bo smiled and said. But a hint of laughter.

"You're welcome, then." Xiao Yu said as he ticked the menu and circled six dishes. Two bottles of Baotu Spring brand wine, three hand-rolled noodles.

"If you have any orders, please summon me at any time, I hope you are satisfied." The boy was only twenty years old, and he still had a beard, and he was quite sophisticated in his speech, and he withdrew from the room.

"How much is this meal?" Zhou Guang asked Xiao Yu.

"More than six hundred." Xiao Yu stretched out his jade palm, bent the middle three fingers, and left one big and one small.

"Obediently, my family of five has a month's living expenses." Zhou Guang was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Don't look at the heat.

Xiao Yuwan smiled and said, "A real peasant writer." ”

"Tell you the truth." Zhang Bo said: "Zhou is telling the truth. If you calculate it this way, the farmer's firewood does not count as money. The vegetables are grown in the ground in front of the house and behind the house, and occasionally buy a meal of meat to eat, ten catties of oil a month, seven hundred and fifty grams of salt, one catty of soy sauce, and no money for water. Rice and noodles don't cost money, so I'm afraid there is still a surplus of 600 yuan. Unless the children go to school and the family is sick, then the silver will be in short supply. ”

"Teacher Zhang is aware of the people's feelings." Xiao Yu admired it very much, the man actually knew how to firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

"If you don't have a home, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Although the peasants were few, they lived to the fullest, and they lived hard and strong. Socially, they are another vulnerable group. It can't withstand the wind and waves, and it can't withstand disasters, but the food grown supports the belly of the whole country and goes to the world. Zhang Bo said, very bitter, only sour, and his expression did not appear.

"Food prices are still so low. It's only eight cents a kilogram of wheat. Zhou Guang interjected.

"The policy is still good, and farming does not pay for grain. The use of agricultural cooperative medicine for medical treatment has basically changed the social phenomenon of being impoverished due to illness and returning to poverty due to illness, and the actual interests of the peasants have been enriched. Zhang Bo said that he was thinking about his hometown before development.

The dishes were all served by girls. The hairstyle of Han Ying in "Honghu Red Guards". It's just that the clothes are better than Han Ying's, her complexion is whiter than Han Ying's, she has studs, she wears a ring, and she is seventeen or eighteen years old. It's quite an adult.

Xiao Yu poured wine, and the girl retreated.

"We country women, there are such tender ones. Occasionally, it is also the daughter-in-law and granddaughter of the secretary's group leader's family, and the children of the peasants are still like that, with black skin and no earrings, only youth and vitality cannot hide it. The purity of the heart cannot be concealed. The worn-out spots of the clothes cannot be concealed. Zhou Guang said with a sigh.

"Lu Mengzheng, a Henan Jinshi in the Song Dynasty, said in "Broken Kiln Fu": Clothes are rotten, and there is often a heart of courtesy and righteousness. The peasant is the man whose clothes are rotten, and his skin is black, and he is even more blood-red. Zhang Bo said it far-fetched, but to the effect that he understood.

"Here, a toast to the arrival of the two writers!" Xiao Yu raised his glass and invited.

"President Xie Xie's wine, dry." Also raised a glass, Zhou Guang didn't say anything, and also raised his glass and drank.

"President, I'm still thinking about your couplets and riddles, because I'm just a little learned." Zhou Guang said. Drag one's brains.

"Did you think of it?" Xiao Yu asked with a sneer.

"No, I haven't encountered it in books." Zhou Guang seeks truth from facts.

"The teacher of one word, what is the foot of the teeth, the teacher of two words can see the skill, the teacher of three words, teach children games." Xiao Yu said, unabashedly pursed his lips.

"President Xiao is talented." Zhou Guang praised.

Xiao Yu poured the wine again.

"Teacher Zhang is talented, what he said is bad enough, I just said that changing a word is as simple as teaching children to make games." Xiao Yu said that his face was always a little red.

"I mean to laugh at Xiao She's display of the three-character Wencai, just like a peacock courtship to open the screen for a show, that bit of Wencai is like a mandarin duck will die, not long, I use these two sentences will make President Xiao angry like the Kangxi prince three times Jiangnan passing by this lake, because of the noisy frogs, I don't want to open my mouth, I became a toad in Daming Lake, dry belly, pregnant mother toad moved fetal gas." Zhang Bo said with a smile: "I didn't say that President Xiao had a tire. ”

"Classmate Zhang, what do you mean, disrespectful." Zhou Guang criticized Zhang Bo.

"It's okay, I'm also a person who has gone through love, and I can bear it." Xiao Yu blushed and said that there is also an ingredient in wine.

"I'm sorry, President Xiao!" Zhang Bo apologized.

"If you are disrespectful to the lady, you will be punished with a drink." Xiao Yu said to Zhang Bo.

"I agree." Zhou Guang slapped the horse.

"Thank you. Zhang Bo raised his glass and drank.

The three of them chatted while eating, very refreshing, like their old friends who had not seen each other for many years, unconsciously slanting westward, and weeping willows covering their shame. The three of them tasted tea for a while, and the setting sun illuminated Minghu Lake like a bride's face.

"How did this Daming Lake come about? Zhou Guang glanced out the window and said, the lake is very beautiful, beautiful to heaven.

"Let Elder Zhang tell you, he may know the Tao." Xiao Yu said: "I'll miss it." ”

Xiao Yu may go to convenience, women have a lot of things.

"Daming Lake was originally Daming Temple, Daming Temple monks are unruly, want to humiliate the daughter of burning incense and vows, his daughter does not obey, faints, injustice, the Jade Emperor is furious, ordered Lei Gong Lei Mu Feng Po, Zhenwu Water God, flooded Daming Temple, sank Daming Temple to the bottom, so it became Daming Lake. Zhang Bo said succinctly.

"The myth of beauty can be written in a book." Zhou Guang was inspired.

"This kind of story is not new, only the way it is written is changed." Zhang Bo said.

"Chinese mythology, in the Western way. Zhang Bo said.

"Who's going to write it?" Zhou Guang said: "Who will write it?" ”

"I still write about the countryside." Zhang Bo said: "With the heart of a doctor." ”

"My pen is small, and I can't hold it, so it's better to go home and write, the cotton is white and white." Zhou Guang said.

It was almost dark, and some of the lights had already been shining, Xiao Yu came back and sat down and said, "There is a writers' symposium tonight, let's go back and go to my villa." ”

"Who's going to drive? Zhou Guang asked.

"The waiter here is really well served." Xiao Yu praised, and didn't really say who was driving.

"Then let's go." Zhang Bo said: "The three of them resigned from the "Encounter Hall" and walked under the willow tree in the parking lot outside Daming Lake. Get in.

"I knew it was you." Zhang Bo said to the waiter in the main driver.

"It's me, because you're all drunk, it's not drunk driving or drunk driving, come on, there's no service charge. The waiter said.

Xiao Yu sat in the passenger seat, and Zhang Bo and Zhou Guang sat in the back row.

"It's so comfortable, this car is so good." Zhou Guang stroked the car mat and said.

"Don't have a car at home?" Zhang Bo asked.

"Yes. Tractors, tricycles, and ox-drawn carts, this is mountain civilization. Zhou Guang smiled: "The Shandandan flowers bloom and fall, and nothing has changed." ”

"Sad peasants." Xiao Yu was annoyed.

Zhou Guang didn't answer, thinking to himself, who is this complaint, he is old-fashioned, traditional, self-sufficient, and dissatisfied, because he contracted the fruit forest, and he still held a grudge against the village secretary.

Zhang Bo didn't speak, fell into deep thought, and his heart flew to the house in Nakamura, maybe Miao'er never went home, and the phone couldn't get through. When I think of Miao'er, my heart throbs, go to the clinic, I still feel a little uneasy, oh, don't think about it, stop for a few days and go back, don't think about it, Miao'er won't give up.

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