Yimeng said goodbye to Uncle Meng, thanked Gu Liyu, led the way by Lingjun, Jingyuan drove and came to the Zhongcun Branch.

Naturally, everyone dropped off under the locust tree by the pond and passed into the branch outpatient building.

The three of them got off the bus and stopped, and passers-by and people in and out of the building stopped to look back, because Yimeng and Jingyuan were dressed, not Meng Lingjun's sportswear. Because Yimeng's black hair is elegant, and Jingyuan's jade neck and short hair are particularly beautiful, it is not because Meng Lingjun took the lead in front of the two beauties. In the countryside, this kind of dress and temperament is not possessed by rural people, natives. Of course, rural people are not ugly, but they are busy with labor, mountains and rocks, and fields, and they have wasted their time to groom, not to mention the arrangement of clothes. I bought new clothes in the morning, and if I didn't change them, I would come back in the evening with the smell of sweat. The beauty of their appearance can only be in the winter leisure season, around the Spring Festival, and when they return from going out, they have the opportunity to show their own beauty.

"Yo, two Sister Lin fell from the sky, it's hard to tell the truth from the fake." Xiao Man met Meng Lingjun in the hall and saw two beauties, who were incomparably beautiful, and shouted in shock.

The people who came in and out turned their heads when they heard the sound, and they were really surprised, because it was very eye-catching, not very ordinary, like a phoenix singing in a high mountain, standing tall in a flock of reed chickens.

"Thank you for the compliment." A dream comes with a reserved smile.

"This is the dream boss of Wenhe Li Metropolis, this is Ms. Jingyuan." Meng Ling made an introduction.

"I don't need to introduce it, it's called Xiao Man, and everyone calls me Eel." Xiao Man is lively by nature, with his two hands on both sides of his face, he made a cat and mouse, and the meaning of goodbye can be understood, which caused everyone to laugh.

"Thank you! A dream said.

"The dean is not here, you can go around as you please. If you see a doctor, there is a specialist in the outpatient clinic. Let Uncle Meng or Brother lead you. Xiao Man grimaced at Lingjun and turned to leave.

"This is the head nurse of the branch." Meng Lingjun said.

"Small and exquisite, made in heaven." Yimengzan said.

The screen on the first floor is still the same, and it still reads "Save the Dead and Help the Wounded, Implement Revolutionary Humanitarianism". In the east-west corridor, there are departments and pharmacies of different sizes. In addition to these departments, there are six rooms in the West District, each of which is filled with drips, migrant workers and local people.

Wandered around the ground floor for a while. I went up to the second floor again, and it was still a screen, and there was no blank space on the screen, with the words "Virtue and Medicine". The second floor is full of wards, with three beds in each room, most of them have infusion numbers, and some people with minor trauma.

Go up to the third floor, where the staff dormitory and activity space are located. This can be regarded as a high altitude and a distant view. Three-storey building, in the mountains in the countryside. It can be described as a rare antler. On the east wall, Miao Qing's "Reclining Buddha" is very tempting to see. Yimeng has known this painter since he was a child, and this painter is in the Buddhist capital of the city, but he has stopped writing and left the world. Some time ago, on the day of the memorial service, I went to attend it myself. It was a sensation, and several famous old painters from abroad also came to participate, but as everyone knows, her huge work appeared in a rural hospital in this mountain basin. It reads: Mao Nian gift to the younger brother Zhang Bo.

"Zhang Bo and Miao Painter are sisters and brothers?" A dream asked Ling Jun.

"Yes." Meng Lingjun also admired the painting. Because I didn't find it many times, on the huge corner of the locust tree, there was a small child with bare buttocks, picking locust tweed on the locust tree, and every time I appreciated it, I made a new discovery.

"On that day, Dr. Zhang did not have a memorial service last year." Yimeng remembers that she has always been lined up closer to the stage. From the morning to the end of the memorial service, it was all accompanied by tears, and it was all made by those exciting eulogies. She seemed to feel that this female painter had a sense of closeness to her, because when she saw her acacia flower paintings since she was a child, those pleasing acacia flowers were vivid. I remember that on the cover of a magazine, a magpie was drawn standing on a locust tree, and a cluster of locust flowers was about to fly, and at that time, she thought: That magpie? What are you going to do? Definitely go and smell its chicks, and smell its daughters.

"Dr. Zhang's sister, when she saw the news broadcast that Zhang Bo died at the Wenhe Li Metropolis Hall, she died of anger." Meng Lingjun said sourly, saying it to a dream, and unintentionally glanced at Jingyuan, who seemed to nod his head.

"Really!" I answered in a dream, I didn't know the content of the answer, or I was thinking about the magpie: that magpie? The locust flowers are given to the daughters in its nest, and its daughters will definitely squeak happily, smell the fragrance beautifully, sing songs, and sing "Only the mother is good in the world": only the mother is good in the world, and the child with the mother is like a treasure, thrown into the mother's arms, and happiness cannot be achieved. There is only a mother in the world, and a child without a mother is like a root, leaving his mother's arms, and finding happiness there..., a dream's eyes are full of tears.

"What did you say?" When I looked back at Lingjun in a dream, tears had fallen.

"Dr. Zhang's sister, I saw on the news that Dr. Zhang died in the parking lot of Wenhe Lidu Metropolis, and she died of anger!" Meng Lingjun repeated the meaning of that sentence.

"That's not true," a dream muttered to himself.

"Not really!" Meng Lingjun's eyes widened and he was shocked.

"I hope it's not true..." Yimeng changed her words, Jingyuan stood on the side, looking at her very seriously, she seemed to be still in the contemplative river.

"Is that true?" Jing Yuan asked.

A dream did not answer, in the hall to watch, after admiring the calligraphy and painting, walked to the north of the hall in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the distant Linxian Building, enclosed in the floor-to-ceiling window, a circle of halo in the Linxian Tower gradually expanded, a dream was stunned, the colorful halo seemed to hit her, Linxian Lou such as the Buddha beckoned to her, all the brilliance was transformed into golden light, very bright, golden light..., the Buddha lips moved, passed to her a voice into the ear: the bitter sea is boundless, turn back is the shore.

"Where is the bitter sea?" A drunken dream.

"The bitter sea is here. A golden sound came into his ears.

A dream looked up, a Buddha's hand opened its palm like half a mountain, the golden peak was just like a screen, there were many people shaking on the screen, including himself, who was pinching Liu Yihong's neck with both hands, his hands became bloody, and the dripping blood turned into a vast ocean, the sea was full of blood and blood, Liu Yihong, Zhang Bo, and Miao Qing flew away from her together, retreated, retreated to an island in the ocean, and became a bloody wall of flesh, she knew that the three of them were hiding behind the wall, and she still chased after it, wanting to knock down the blood wall.

"Turn back to the shore!" It was still the sound of the Buddha, she really looked back, a golden coast was behind her, she hurriedly retreated, turned back and stood on the golden coast, countless pairs of eyes appeared on the blood wall, blood and tears, as if there were still muffled cries, howling cries, vibrating the boiling sea of blood... She broke out in a cold sweat.

“……！” Yimeng was speechless, and raised his hand to point in the direction of Linxian Tower.

Jingyuan leaned up and looked in the direction of Yimeng's finger, and was shocked in his heart: "Buddha light!" ”

"It's Buddha light." Meng Lingjun said: "He appears every day, and this scene has never been told to anyone. ”

"Oh, I'm dizzy." A dream said, a conscious said, and after speaking, he fell backwards.

Jingyuan caught her when she was about to fall to the ground and hugged her: "Yimeng, Sister Meng, what's wrong with you?" ”

Ichimu was pale and breathing weakly.

"Shock!" Meng Lingjun realized it and said, "First aid below." ”

Jing Yuan didn't say a word, picked up a dream, and ran downstairs like a whirlwind, Meng Lingjun had already run to the hall on the first floor, so fast.

"Uncle Meng, what's wrong!" Met Shawman head-on.

"Guest shock!" Meng Lingjun said.

At this time, Jing Yuan ran down with a dream.

"Come with me." The sound of cucumbers hitting pears is crisp.

Xiao Man said as he beckoned to Jing Yuan, who ran with Xiao Man.

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

PS: Classmates, friends, great gods, come here to help give some encouragement, give a few real tears.