Zhang Bo drove back slowly. He felt that he was easily emotional, he couldn't control himself, and he would cry when he said that he would cry, but it was better than Lin Daiyu, there was always a time to be sad.

Zhang Bo persuaded himself that you should be happy, the clinic is being renovated, and the construction is about to be completed, a new clinic is built, and an old clinic is gone. A new form of medical care will replace and overturn an old model that cannot keep up with the pace of human health. Use the strength of the disadvantaged groups to weave the bottom of this medical network that has not yet been formed. For the sake of the villagers, in order to survive, we can only be desperate and sprint forward. With the backing of the masses, this vulnerable group will also become stronger.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bo's spirit seemed to be much better, he accelerated the car slightly, and decided to go to the clinic construction site to have a look.

The clinic building, three floors more than ten meters high, Zhang Bo every day to go to the temporary clinic, has to pass by it, his heart is very relaxed, his mood is high, he has not come in the past few days, but he has revisited the old place. He parked his car under a locust tree by the pond, and Liu Yang and Ling Jun walked out of the building.

"Brother Zhang, aren't you going to send the children? Liu Yang asked.

"They just came here, and now they're in a passing car." Zhang Bo said.

"On the way to Henan?" Ling Jun asked. Confused.

"yes, I didn't just come back, you mean I got up too early." Zhang Bo is empathetic. Say, "Go, go up and see." ”

The three of them entered the building together and went up the stairs. The stairs are all paved with red star marble, which is bright and beautiful. Lights were installed in doors, windows, walls, corridors, and halls. When you get to the hall on the third floor, there is no painting or lighting yet. In this cross hall, you can see the whole picture of the upper village and the Linxian Tower in the north, and the river in front of the village and the lower village in the south. There is a window on the west side of the corridor where you can see the whole picture of the West Village. There is water flowing down the Buddha Mountain, a small stream cuts the small village, and of course, you can also see the sky-full of fast food restaurant buildings, and stand out among the scattered houses of the West Village. The top-down creek in the West Village. After turning a corner in the sky full of clouds, the middle of the road flowed, turning into a flat river. Due to a light and moderate rain at night, the stream water flow was turbulent and directly disappeared through the west village of Zhuangtou and entered the small river.

There are half floor-to-ceiling windows at the east end of the upstairs, and the east side is even better-looking, with river beaches, locust forests, and villa-like buildings. The big locust tree in front of Liu Yang's house still has some outlines.

"Look at this." Liu Yang's master-like tone.

Zhang Boxin walked in front of the window and looked out, the upper village, one-year-old rows, many intersections. Cross Street.

The Linxian Building in the east of the village, under the illumination of the rising sun, sparkles, a halo of rings.

"Hey, let's all see." Zhang Bo waved his hand.

Liu Yang ordered the army to run over. Looking in the direction of Zhang Bo's finger, the inherited Linxian Building. But it's a halo, a halo.

"Strange, I didn't notice it before." Liu Yang said.

"I live in the lower village, and I won't see it." Meng Lingjun said.

"Not necessarily tomorrow." Zhang Bo said: "This is most likely caused by the refraction of light, which corresponds to an object. We have the right to call him the Buddha's light. ”

"It's not because it's raining." Liu Yang asked. There's a lot of mystery about it.

"I can't say." Zhang Bo said. Fei Yi.

"It's not gone yet!" Meng Lingjun pointed to the halo and said.

They looked at it for a while, and the sun rose, and the halo was still there, really like the light of the Buddha.

"The Buddha went. Maybe this is the Buddha style left over from the Reclining Buddha Qingshan, or how would it appear in the Linxian Tower, the legend of the predecessors is always his truth. However, do not spread this matter, lest it arouse the superstitious nature of the common people. I didn't get it right. That's because of our lack of scientific knowledge. Zhang Bo made up his mind.

"That is, the right should be the reappearance of the Buddha's light! It's another great recreation of the landscape here. Liu Yang said that he was happy and a little dancing.

"After the decoration is completed, I will bring the "Reclining Buddha" given to me by the painter's sister and hang it in this hall, as well as "Longpan Orange Well" and "Tiger Guarding the Apricot Forest", and decorate this floor." Zhang Bo was in a good mood and continued: "This floor is full of staff dormitories, and the hall in the middle is a conference room. ”

"That's what we thought about when we first designed it." Liu Yang said.

"It's better to keep such a valuable work at your home." Meng Lingjun considered the value of the painting.

"I heard Dean Miao say that when the art exhibition was held in the provincial capital, a Yankee gave 10 million US dollars and her grandmother didn't sell it." Liu Yang said. I feel very precious.

"It's not about money, it's about letting me see her heart in her work, to see the era that I've lost and regretted." Zhang Bo said: "She misses the mountains and rivers of Wofo Mountain, every grass and tree, and she misses the thousands of grain fields under the mountain, the human geography and customs, and the simple rural sound." ”

"You literati don't value money. So, we're also infected. Liu Yang said with a sigh.

"Money is a substance, it can be circulated, it may or may not be circulated, and the most important thing is the exchange of materials." Zhang Bo explained.

"It's just that it's someone else's research." Meng Lingjun said.

"In a little while, the work will be completed, and the date for payment has arrived." Liu Yang said that the direct problem is also a problem of money.

"In the afternoon, I will transfer the money through the bank, and you two will go to these two drawers on my desk, and go to the bottom of the account book to get the card, and you know the password." Zhang Bo said to Liu Yang: "Bring Miao'er with you, she knows the auspicious details of the transfer." ”

"Where are you going? Liu Yang asked.

"I didn't go far, I went to the village with Stationmaster Su to do family follow-up and build information files on hypertension, diabetes, coronary heart disease, and stroke." Zhang Bo said.

"Actually, this money is more reasonable this morning." Liu Yangli told Zhang Bo.

"Then do it in the morning, and buy some medical equipment with the rest of the money." Zhang Bo said.

"Brother Zhang is really good, this has already been thought out." Liu Yang admired it very much, he had already thought about it, and he didn't expect this.

"The money of the masses must be used on the blade, is the merit monument done? Zhang Bo was very thoughtful.

"It's done, just wait for Zheng Wangcheng to haul it, my dad will contact me." Liu Yang said.

"Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed." Zhang Bo said happily.

"Stationmaster Su went to the temporary clinic in the village committee compound." Meng Lingjun accidentally saw it in the front window.

"He must be looking for me, going to the village. Miao Er will definitely come in a while, and you will do the payment. Zhang Bo said as he walked behind Meng Lingjun: "What are you looking at?" ”

"I want to relax, it's fun to look around." Meng Lingjun pointed to the distance and said.

Zhang Bo saw that the distant world was new and the daylight was gorgeous, like the dream that he had when he was lying in Zhu Rong's bedroom when it was dark on the day of Zhu Rong's funeral. Like Pangea, when it opened, it shone with golden light, separating the sky and the earth. He also let the sun and moon hang in the sky, creating an immortal myth. That spirit is really commendable, and the spirit of changing the world has filled nature with new breath. In fact, Meng Lingjun felt the novelty because of the fact that after a moderate rain, the dust used to cover the sun, and the fog was gray, of course, this fresh scene would not appear, and he was surprised when it first appeared.

Zhang Boshen fell into deep contemplation: if human consciousness and mythology are true, then human existence is not very empty, to put it simply, it is still human beings themselves who have created miracles, written history, written faith, written love, written everything in the world, these writers have created value through labor, etc., as long as they can think of it, literati can write it.

"What do you think? Meng Lingjun found that Zhang Bo was thinking.

"I didn't think about anything, I thought about it." Zhang Bo said that because the topic of the dream was too long, there was no time to talk about it. I don't understand, they are psychologically unhealthy, and there is nothing about ghosts and gods.

"The freshness of this distant place is like a newborn baby." Zhang Bo pointed to the mountains in the distance, where there may be the same story as here.

"Climb the stairs and see far." Meng Lingjun remembered an ancient poem, but he couldn't say it, so he could only translate it out of thin air and make jokes for himself.

"Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower, Wang Zhilian wrote: The sun is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and you want to be poor for thousands of miles, and go to the next level. Zhang Bo told him.

"Uncle's mind is full of books. Meng Lingjun admired Zhang Bo very much.

"It's okay to go to the next level, people can't be too far away, but also to see the pond in front, the locust tree by the pond, and the people living on the water and soil." Zhang Bo said that he was very touched, and he said: "I should go, Stationmaster Su is waiting for me in the temporary clinic!" ”

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