Miao Er had to drive, carrying Zhang Bo and Liu Yang Lingjun, all the way west, and stopped on the road under the mountain in Xishan Cemetery.

"Sister is there!" Zhang Bo asked Miao'er.

"It's at the top of the mountain." Miao Er said. She saw that Zhang Bo was very haggard, and he had aged much in only a quarter of an hour, which made Miao'er's heart ache.

Zhang Bo climbed the mountain step by step, step by step like flat ground, but, several times almost fell, the more he walked, the more he staggered, when he came to Miao Qing's tomb, panting, Liu Yang also gasped, but the army Miao Er did not breathe, but also shed tears like rain.

"Sister, I've come to see you, don't you like to listen to my voice!" Zhang Bo knelt down, touched the photo on the small tombstone, and the Miao Qing spirit on the photo was smiling, as if to say to Zhang Bo: Brother, sister is waiting for you here!

"I came to Xike today, and when I heard the news that Chun Miaoer said that you had passed away, I suddenly felt that the sky was dark, the Wenshui was cut off, and the Xike came to the crumbling ground, and I suddenly fell into the underworld, and just walked to the intersection of Huangquan Road, and Liu Yang Miaoer pulled me back, so I came here to mourn you." Zhang Bo burst into tears on his chest, snorted three times, then stood up and walked around the tomb, with Miao Er accompanying him.

"Brother, pay attention to your body, you have to mourn." Miao Erjun said to Zhang Bo with tears in his eyes.

"I think when you went to Wofoshan to sketch, you were very beautiful at that time, beautiful like the acacia flowers in your pen. The wind blows the locust flowers, the leaves of the locust trees sound, and the Buddhists look at the world with a smile, just like giving me a lecture to my face. Zhang Bo said. He saw the golden light of the flowers on the wreath under the scorching sun, just like the smiling face and smiling eyes of the painter's sister.

"It's too hot, I don't have an umbrella with me." Liu Yang looked at the noon sky, and couldn't tell whether there were tears or sweat on his face.

"You were in your twenties at the time, and I was seven or eight years old. You didn't say that either. At that time, I climbed up to the Buddha Mountain, and you painted on the big stone of Yinma Spring, and when I walked up to you, you took the painting off the easel and gave it to me. There is a locust tree standing on the top of the sky, the tree is full of locust flowers, and a peaceful Buddha lies on his side to rest under the tree. That painting has been my permanent treasure ever since. Zhang Bo still remembers it most vividly when he was a child.

"Every Sunday, I patiently burn sweet potatoes on the stove, and my concentration is the most beautiful moment for my mother to smile. Every morning, I will come to you with the roasted sweet potatoes and let you eat the sweetest, most fragrant sweet potatoes. At that time, you were still blushing when you ate. You're always smiling at me, and you're a little sad. You brought me the best biscuits of that era, and a fruit called fried sugar, and that sweetness is a permanent memory. Zhang Bo said to his sister in his best voice, looking at the countless paper flowers on the tomb.

"I'm going to buy two umbrellas." The commander turned away and walked down the mountain. He knew that Zhang Bo would not leave.

"You signed your name on the painting because you went well, because you painted beautifully. So, I kept the painting in my collection. Look at it when I miss you. You told me how to become a Buddha, and it takes a lifetime of doing good deeds to become a Buddha. Because of you, I have my enlightenment thoughts. A warm wind blew, Zhang Bo's body shook, and his brain seemed to be dizzy.

"There was still a Sunday, the first cry in my memory. It's still Sunday. I took the roasted sweet potatoes and went to the drinking horse spring to look for you, but there was no you. That day, I cried from morning to afternoon, and I cried until dusk, and it was my mother who brought me home. Since then. I went to look for you every Sunday, and I waited for you there, hoping that you would come up from the bottom of the mountain, wipe the fragrant sweat on your face, and say with a smile: Brother, wait for me! But no, he didn't come home until the sun had set for the last time in the west. Zhang Bo's face was helpless and distracted.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have been accompanied by my sister in my life, I didn't know that there was a Buddha city outside the mountain, and later, I came to the city to study, and I didn't know that you were from the city. It's time for you to get married, and it should be the beginning of those turbulent years. I finished high school, and the turbulent years were over, when I was going to be a teacher and a university, and I didn't get into anything, so I desperately collected books and relied on the money my father saved from practicing medicine to buy books. Zhang Bo was telling.

"Once in the city, I met a girl in the library, she was the same age as me, we met when we were buying books, because I gave her five cents, and then she married me, and that's when I found out, she had no brothers and sisters, and her parents were teachers at Chengguan Middle School, and in the turbulent years, they both died in the cowshed, and her experience was also tragic. On the day she got married, I also prepared a few tables of banquets to thank the neighbors for their love and love. But I didn't know that you worked in the cultural center, but if I did, I would have invited you to sit at the guest of honor, and a sweet sweet potato shredded vegetable was specially fried on the table, which will make you cry and blush with joy. Zhang Bo went around the tomb again and again, the road was really long, and he couldn't finish turning around, and he couldn't finish talking.

"You also have a husband, you also have a son, your son started school, went to school and left, married a wife and came back, gave birth to a granddaughter for you, and left again. Your husband died in the turbulent years, and you didn't look for it, and you raised your son. I know that you eat bran vegetables and locust flowers, because there are locust trees at home, you use food stamps to lead the country's rare grain, raise your son into a national cadre, and carry your granddaughter on your back. Zhang Bo was still turning, turning his nine-curved ileum, turning his tearful heart.

"Big brother, life can't be resurrected!" Liu Yang persuaded him to be rational and mourn, but it was just an underflow of tears, and he couldn't figure out why human beings should put their feelings in their hearts.

"Miao Er and you kiss, this is what I can see, as soon as she mentions home, she says how is her grandmother, she doesn't say how her parents are, it was Miao Er who made me find you, but I didn't expect that you became a famous painter, an internationally renowned painter. He painted mountains, water, earth, and sky, and also painted the acacia flowers in the world for a long time. Zhang Bo looked around the Xishan Cemetery, this is not a very high mountain, all the tombs are mourning for his sister, just the hot wind under the sun can feel it.

"Sister-in-law, I'll go buy some water." Liu Yang said.

Miao Er nodded, counted as an answer, and then accompanied her beloved around, sometimes counting the flowers on the wreath on the tomb for many days. How many, how many, what color, is it the blood that flows from the heart.

The sun is red like a soldering iron, a very hot soldering iron, a red-hot soldering iron...

"Sister, when I write a book again, I must write happily, a mother-like painter who carries her granddaughter to work, carries her granddaughter to school, and turns her little granddaughter into the director of a hospital." Zhang Bo smiled bitterly, it was an incomprehensible kind of laughter.

At this time, Ling Jun bought two umbrellas, opened them and handed them to Miao'er, who took them and put them on Zhang Bo.

"Don't make an umbrella for me, my sister is still basking here!" Zhang Bo said complainingly, who are you complaining about?

"Your sister won't be exposed to the sun, she's cool in the underground palace! Cool down, shake the golden wire rake banana fan, listen to your voice, listen to your confiding. So, I'm going to give you an umbrella. Miao Er used words to appease Zhang Bo with words to soothe children, this method is effective when people are in an emotional halo.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Bo said, as if he had entered the underworld.

"Sister painter, the sun in the sky weeps for you, falls on my brother's heart, falls on my brother's eyes..., the locust tree at home still exudes a faint fragrance, I didn't expect you not to give you a chance to meet..." Zhang Bo wrung a handful of snot under the umbrella and wiped a handful of tears.

"Sister, I know that you love me, maybe one night after your death, I flew over the provincial city and flew over the villa, and you told me the news of your death with your soul. You died, I was in a dream, you talked to me face to face, you thought I was dead too, you went to the Lord of Yama and checked the score, and said that you didn't find me..., you hit me with your soul and made me uneasy. Perhaps, you have also eaten at Xikelai, and today, when I arrived there, my heart was flustered and my brain was empty. Zhang Bo said. The quality of his voice is seductive, beautiful, and the beauty of the mourning sound is natural and sad, and the beauty of the sound of heaven shines.

Liu Yang bought a hug of Nongfu spring water, put it in front of the tomb, picked up a bottle and unscrewed the cap, stuffed a bottle to Zhang Bo, and gave another bottle to Miao'er, and Miao'er opened the lid.

"Big brother, drink some water!" Liu Yang's heart ached, and mountains and rivers appeared between his eyebrows, flowing with water.

"Sister, are you also painting over there, painting the locust flowers on the Lying Buddha Mountain, painting a little boy reading under the tree with blooming locust flowers, lying on an immortal work "Buddha Picture"..., is your ink thick, add some water to you, dilute it." Zhang Bo said as he poured the water of Nongfu Mountain on the grave.

"You're in love, so wake up and make grandma angry." Miao Er was so angry that she drank half a bottle of water, and she felt that the child in her belly wanted water to drink.

"If you don't drink, your sister will be angry because she loves you too." Liu Yang used a method to make Zhang Bo drink water, brother, besides, the living can't let the dead lead them.

"Bring water, I'll drink it, I was moistening the ink just now." Zhang Bo took the water sent by Liu Yang and took a sip.

"Sister, you can also take a sip, this is the acacia wine you brewed. Zhang Bo substituted water for wine. Poured on the grave.

"Sister, "Reclining Buddha" shows your beauty, "Ballad of Reclining Buddha" sings your life, there is your style and bones in it, see your spirit. It is said that the middle of the moon is the laurel tree, I say that the middle of the month is the locust tree, and my sister stretches out her hand to make the locust tree bloom in the four seasons of the Moon Palace, fragrant every year! It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place, which is true, and it has been portrayed again.

"After crying, let's go back, and come back another day after preparing sacrifices!" Miao Er pulled Zhang Bo away, but he didn't pull it, Miao Er waved to Liu Yang Lingjun, meaning to take it away.

Liu Yang Lingjun threw away the bottle and walked over.

"Don't pull me, I want to build a pavilion for my sister, and set up a stele for my sister and sister, the inscription is: a thin winter is fragrant, the pear blossoms and snowflakes are shining, the laurel tree in the moon is also shy, and the white clouds are fragrant..." Before Zhang Bo finished speaking, Liu Yang Lingjun took an arm and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Bo didn't want to go, he was lifted off the ground, both shoes fell off, Miao Er picked up the shoes, and said in his heart: I'm infatuated, you are also infatuated, why are you so exposed, use some methods, isn't it appropriate to erect a tree monument. Miao Er forgot her gaffe on the day of the memorial service. She walked behind with her heels in her hand.

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