Su Zhihao walked out of the bathroom, startled Zhang Bo and Zhu Rong, returned to the outside of emotion, jumped out of the small circle, and the two laughed. Su Zhihao is so cruel that he stifles the development of the story.

"Let's get down to business, how far is the clinic being built?" Zhu Rong changed the subject.

"After the first floor is built, the floor slab is estimated to be completed this afternoon. The frame is slower. Zhang Bo said that he also heard Liu Yang say this.

"Does Dean Miao come often? I haven't seen her in a long time. Zhu Rong was a little stunned.

"I haven't been here a few times, maybe it's busy in the hospital!" Zhang Bo estimated and said.

"Miao Er is strong and has a strong drive deep in his heart. She is innovative, reforming, righteous, kind, and does not back down. Zhu Rong commented on Miao Er.

"She has a group of supporters, a group of fans, in the courtyard, in the institute, in the township, like us." Zhang Bo said.

"He also donated?" Zhu Rong said.

"And it's quite a lot, 350,000 whole whole parts." Zhang Bo was amazed, and a deep smile appeared on his face.

"Didn't you donate it too, Xu Rong exchanged his life for the money?" Zhu Rong also admired Zhang Bo and was also moved. She habitually brushed her hair with her hand.

"I should be, this water and soil have raised me, the Buddha wind of Wofo Mountain has blown me, the painter's sister has enlightened me, the spirit of "Gadfly" has moved me, and I must pay for it. Medical skills have brought health to this side of the people, and amateur writing has given love to people all over the world. Zhang Bo's face was calm and serious, as if he was talking homely.

"I cooked, let's eat, let Zhihao eat together, and the girls will come back and cook it themselves." Zhu Rong got up from his seat and went to pick up the food.

"I'll go, you rest." Zhang Bo said.

"You run every day. It's all running thin, I can do it. Zhu Rong's heart ached as soon as he said it, and there were tears in his eyes.

"You are sick and should be treated with courtesy and protection." Zhang Bozhi was in a fragile mood when she was sick, and she complained at every turn.

"I'm a man, and a man has strength. Hands can hold up the earth, like Optimus Prime. Zhang Bo made a gesture of holding the sky with both hands: "Take a look." ”

"Whatever you want. The dish is ready, but the porridge is still cooked. Zhu Rong said.

"I'm going to make porridge." Zhang Bo said.

"Go ahead, don't boil too thick." Zhu Rong instructed him.

Su Zhihao re-entered the bathroom, brought out a bucket of water, and watered the flowers one by one with a scoop. Zhu Rong walked over.

"Hello eldest sister!" Very polite, Su Zhihao.

"Don't always be so polite, in a piece of nine is a family. Who are you all in? Zhu Rong asked.

"I have parents who work in the West Township Hospital of our county. The daughter-in-law is the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department, and the son is in elementary school. Su Zhihao didn't raise his head to water the flowers, and there was a pot full of stars.

"The information file is almost finished, right?" Zhu Rong asked with concern.

"There is also personal information, it is estimated that it will take a while, and it will be no problem before May Day." Su Zhihao thought that Zhu Rong was thinking about getting married on May Day.

"It's not like that." Zhu Rong smiled slightly.

"Dr. Zhang still has a lot of appointment numbers, he is the only one, and there are strange tricks for common diseases." Su Zhihao explained why.

"This car is driving too much horsepower, so you have to slow down." Zhu Rong said as he went back to his recliner.

It's the weather of the second lunar month. Spring is bright at a glance, and the clouds in the sky are sticking to the canopy like hair. It's like a faint sorrow, and it's like a thick love thread. This love silk scissors are constantly sorted out and messy. Zhu Rong picked up the letter that Zhang Bo had placed on the table and put it on his chest. Feeling the sadness and taste of the letter, the sunshine made her close her eyes and feel warm, this letter is a green light for her love, and also a green light for Zhang Boai. The two of them get on this car of love. Running down the same line, the two got on the same boat. Cross the river together, on the same big bed, push the wheel of love, and raise the sail of love. Head towards the site and beyond

But when we'll get to the site and beyond is an unknown, a long unknown. Maybe just halfway down the road and in the middle of the river, the boat capsized.

Zhu Rong covered his eyes with the letter, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Why do you have those deficiencies in your heart? The heart is tired, the heart is sick, and I understand that the love will not be reached. Giving birth to children is someone else's spring, and being powerless is your own this year, and Su Shi's sky is cloudy and sunny, and it is also a swan song so far.

Of course, Zhang Bo will never find a new love and regain his popularity because of this matter. He's not that kind of person. For him, the initial contact was down-to-earth.

The porridge was ready, boiled, and Zhang Bo returned to Zhu Rong in the courtyard. He pulled a chair, and the two sat opposite each other, as if they never got tired of looking at each other.

"Where's Shi Yan's car?" Zhu Rong wanted not to see him for a long time.

"Put it in Wu Qing's house, you forgot, it hasn't been opened since the first day of the new year!" Zhang Bo said.

"Isn't the afternoon busy?" Zhu Rong asked, inquiring.

"I'm busy every day, so let's talk about something when I have something." Zhang Bo said gently.

"An hour, go out to see spring." Zhu Rong prayed a little.

"Okay, I'll drive Shi Yan's car, let's go out for a walk and see the spring." No matter how busy Zhang Bo is, she has to agree, because she has never asked for anything.

After eating, Zhang Bo drove out of Wu Qing's house, went to Shangcun according to the plan, sat down in Zheng Wangcheng, and then went to Wofo Mountain, and then turned around from Wofo Mountain from the West Road along the river bay to the south through Xicun.

He stayed at the home of King Cheng Cheng for half an hour. returned to the upper village, and the two got off the bus in front of the Wofo Mountain. Hold hands on the side of the small river beach. There are no fish or shrimp in the river, just springs flowing down from the mountains, and there are few trees on the beach. The wheat sprouts bent and rose and were blown by a gentle wind.

"The wheat sprouts are so good, they symbolize life." Zhu Rong said enviously.

"The wind is also very good, very gentle, like the Buddha wind blowing from the green mountains of the reclining Buddha." Zhang Bo said with emotion.

"Many people are good at writing poems about spring, calling for life." Zhu Rong was thoughtful.

"That's the love of life, borrowing the breath of spring." Zhang Bo said. He looked up at the blue sky.

In the sky, there is a group of geese flying south under the blue sky, and many people will encounter such a scene and see the high-pitched emotions of the geese.

"The blue sky and geese, writing my ambition, the green mountains and the earth, rubbing my feelings, gurgling water, filling my blood, I want to use love, to complete the deep affection of this water and soil." Zhang Boshi's general language.

One goose was left behind and flew very slowly.

"I'm like the goose behind me." Zhu Rong said disheartenedly.

"Don't be discouraged, people will always get sick in the world. Don't look at the goose, look at the blue sky, look at the white clouds in the blue sky. Look at the wheat green outside the beach. There is the vigor of the heart to the sting. Zhang Bo encouraged her.

"I feel like I'm going to disappear into the sky, I'm going to disappear into Mailuli." Zhu Rong turned around and fell into Zhang Bo's warm arms.

"It's okay, I'll take you with me, cheer up, and always go back to school to listen to the babbling of children in class." Zhang Bo tried his best to awaken Zhu Rong's mental strength.

Zhu Rong seemed to have lost his mental strength, no longer looking at the blue sky, no longer looking at the white clouds, no longer looking at Mailu, only lying in Zhang Bo's arms, listening to Zhang Bo's heart, letting the spring breeze blow his back, accompanied by Zhang Bo's hand caressing.

"I'm tired, let's go home!" Zhu Rong said weakly.

"Alright, go home!" Zhang Bo hugged Zhu Rong and walked into the car. (To be continued......)

PS: I hope you will support my dad's book, today for him to code words, only to find out that the old man has never asked for a monthly pass, I am here for my dad to ask for a monthly pass. It's not easy for the old man to write a book, I hope you will support me a lot, thank you.