Miao Er and Shi Yan talked, teasing, and soon came to the Guhuai Villa, the door was open, Xiao Yu's Chevrolet was parked downstairs, and Miao Er, under the guidance of Shi Yan, also parked Santana in the parking space in front of the building.

Miao Er and Shi Yan got out of the car and rang the doorbell under the corridor.

"Hello, President Xiao!" When he was young, Xiao Yu came out in pajamas, his hair was slightly messy, his eyes were drunk and hazy, and his body exuded the fragrance of Baotu Spring's wine, Miao Er stepped forward and said.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yu asked. Miao Er is in front, Shi Yan is in the back.

"This is my aunt, Dean Miao." Shi Yan grinned behind Miao Er, making an introduction, thinking: Two great love saints, see who wins.

"Oh, I've heard of it, Teacher Zhang said, please come in." Xiao Yuqiang cheered up.

The two walked into the living room with Xiao Yu, on the delicate small sandalwood round table, there were a few small dishes, small movies and opens, it seemed that they were drinking alone and dissipating their sorrows alone.

"President Xiao is so Yaxing, Li Bai Shixian is good at drinking and enjoying himself, and he has written hundreds of poems." Miao Er said flattering words.

"I'm smiling, I'm not right. Annoyed. Xiao Yu said. Moaning without disease.

"Don't drink when you're upset, it will hurt your body, and Buddhists say that wine is more sad and sad." Miao Er said sympathetically.

"The world is wide in the cup." Xiao Yu said: "You can have a drink too, she won't drink if she is a student!" ”

"I'm sorry, I don't drink and I don't drink." For the sake of the child, he has long quit drinking, pregnant women drink alcohol, and the child looks ugly. Everyone sat down. Miao Er naturally wants to say what needs to be said.

"Someday, you'll drink too." Xiao Yu let out a long breath, so that the chest tightness and discomfort could be relieved.

"Yes. But I don't have that mentality right now. Wait until you have this mentality before drinking. Miao Er said: "I heard that you are very busy with my brother's works, thank you, president." ”

"It's not easy for newcomers to become gods, and I have a soft spot for this novel. I fell in love with this piece. Xiao Yu came to his senses, and the light in his eyes was brighter than the lotus lamp above his head.

"Oh, don't get caught up in it, books, they're just food for thought." Miao Er said that it was intended to change the topic.

"Spiritual food is more important than any kind of food. Once there is a spiritual food shortage. The human body has reduced me to an empty shell, a walking corpse. Xiao Yu said that he was very serious, very serious, and very protective of his thoughts.

"You're just talking about intellectuals, and people who need this food. In the countryside, ordinary people do not study all year round, and they still live with relish, and the small courtyard of the farmhouse is full of laughter. "Miao'er is really true. It's distorting a little thing, taking advantage of a controversy, and knowing that it's not right for you to say this.

"How can you compare with the countrymen, who must be backward, clever, narrow-minded, vindictive, and trivial matters. Short-sighted, someone has written about the countryman's ability. "Xiao Yu is the president. Know a lot of books.

"It was a basin in the mountains that they had never visited, and those countrymen were charitable, friendly, and public-spirited, and treated people like relatives." Miao Er objected from the bottom of her heart. But she was not angry, and she publicly praised: My great peasant, the grain he threw, how expensive and high-rise the buildings were. If you don't eat food, those construction workers can stand up straight?

"That's your opinion." Xiao Yu is not good at arguing, nor is she willing to argue, a weathered publisher, naturally and Miao Er will not argue, one is that she is Zhang Bo's sister.

"So you're upset, but my brother is also a countryman, how can you have a soft spot for his work!" Miao Er began to attack habitually.

"He is the dragon and phoenix among people, and naturally he can't be compared with all the countrymen." Xiao Yu's concept is emanating from the bones, and it is a problem of knowledge dialectic, and if these problems are bound by feelings, they must not be understood.

"No, it's not surprising that your feet have never stepped on the scented soil, stepped on the red carpet, never held a rural hoe, never wore a rural hexagonal straw hat on your head, and have been struggling in the business circle." Miao Er still changed her tone and said that she was wrong, so there was a needle in tolerance.

"You are very powerful, no wonder it is Teacher Zhang's sister. Mr. Zhang didn't introduce you specifically, but I only have the impression today that the taste of local literature is very strong, and there is a bit of a materialist point of view. Xiao Yu smiled faintly, not annoyed and interested in Miao'er.

"What do you think of my brother?" Miao Er asked.

"Like his article, I have a soft spot." Xiao Yu's heart was revealed.

"He will reject you if you show her love. I'm afraid it's hard for friends to do it. Miao Er thought about it, and she observed the change in Xiao Yu's expression.

"Brother Mo is like a sister." Xiao Yu knew that he had a distance from them that could not be shortened.

"President Xiao is well-mannered, beautiful, literate, martial, and martial, and is a generation of celebrities and authentic publishers." Miao Er has praise and awards.

"Praise the old lady. If you don't write a book, you will never have a reader, and if you don't read a book, you won't have a publishing house, in fact, you can write a book, read a book, publish, everyone lives in the same pool. Xiao Yu tried to calm the clash of words.

"Speaking of which, let me state that my brother is a representative of the countrymen. What you mean is that the division of labor is different, and you have to admit that you are clever in your language, and as for what you think in your heart, that's your own business. "Miao Er is very witty.

"Teacher Zhang's sister is really witty, clever and clever, fickle, reasonable, and persuasive, but she can't change a problem city, the countryside, the countryside, the city, a difference that cannot be eliminated." Xiao Yu started with external features.

"President Xiao, I want to ask a question, my brother is there." Miao Er knew that it was useless to discern it, and directly said the purpose of this trip.

"He went to Writer Zhou, Zhou Guang, and I had his phone number and his address. Why, haven't gone back yet? Xiao Yu said with affection: "I really want to go to your house to see." ”

"Then please write President Xiao Zhou Guang's address and mobile phone number to me, so that I can find my brother as soon as possible." Miao Er fervently wanted an address and a phone number.

"Dean Miao, let's stay, I'll send Shi Yan back to school, how about starting early tomorrow morning?" Xiao Yu loves things and birds, and loves Zhang Bo and Miao'er. She found a pen, ink and paper, wrote Zhou Guang's address and Zhou Guang's phone number and handed it to Miao'er, when she saw Miao'er's handsome face, she thought of Zhang Bo again, and a sour thought arose in her heart: Zhang Bo, why were you born in the countryside.

Shi Yan looked at Xiao Yu and Miao Er, the two of them were arguing, admiring Aunt Miao from the bottom of her heart, and secretly maintaining her father's dignity, which was really amazing. I couldn't help but smile comfortably in my heart, and it was quite fun for women to fight... Aunt Miao represents the lowest and most disadvantaged peasants and dares to be the first.

"Then I'll bother President Xiao." Miao Er said with a smile.

"Old Painter Miao is in good health!" Xiao Yu always wants to ask questions, this is the opportunity.

"..., it's gone, some time ago." Miao Er's face darkened.

"What did you say?" Xiao Yu didn't believe his ears, did he hear it wrong?

"My grandmother is gone." Miao Er was sad and tearful.

“… My teacher...! Xiao Yu took a glass of wine and drank it all, tears flowed down and flashed on his face.

Shi Yan was also infected, with tears in her eyes, and she couldn't tell what it was like, all in all, she cried when she saw her relatives sad.

"My grandmother's name is Miao Qing, she selflessly dedicated her life, and made her due contribution to the family and society." Miao Er said mourningly.

"A thin winter is fragrant, the pear blossoms and snowflakes are shining, the laurel tree in the moon is also shy, and the clouds are fragrant like white rabbits. This poem "Praise of the Acacia Flower" is a poem praising the locust tree in Mr. Zhang's masterpiece, I excerpted it and dedicated it to my old friends, to my teacher, my old friend! Xiao Yu wiped away tears with wipes.

"People always have to die, but my grandmother is not dead, and her artistic soul that shines with the fragrance of acacia flowers will always shine in our hearts." Miao Er suppressed tears and suppressed sadness. Say.

"I want to commemorate her, and I want to collect and publish his works, so that people can smell the fragrance of acacia flowers in her works." Xiao Yu said. Sadly.

"I have admiration for my grandmother, so that my grandmother will always live in my heart." Shi Yan said that she sat next to Miao Er and put her hands on Miao Er's hands.

Xiao Yu also sat down, putting his hand on Shi Yan's hand, the mourning of the three women was the same, all in self-evident, and the clock in the living room pointed to half past eleven.

"Shi Yan, go back to school quickly! Miao Er woke up from her grief and screamed, startling Shi Yan and Xiao Yu.

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