On the fourth day from the day of the deceased's death, the relatives of the deceased came to burn paper to mourn.

Zhang Bo has no brothers and sisters, no seven aunts and eight aunts, because his ancestors moved here, and the past dynasties have been passed down in a single line, only his sons, daughters-in-law and grandsons have prepared sacrifices and come to Xu Rong's tomb to worship. On the day of the funeral, if it was a husband and wife, they could not come to the forest with filial piety, and Zhang Bo naturally did not follow this rule, but the next day, he could no longer suppress the thoughts in his heart, and came to Zhangjialin with the children to visit his deceased wife.

After setting up the offerings, lighting incense, and burning paper money, he led several sons, sons, wives and grandchildren to the offering table and bowed eight times.

At noon, the weather was clear, and there were a few thin clouds in the blue sky, which were white, and the daylight was as bright as the light of a silver plate roasted with fire, so dazzling, that occasionally a few bird's cries came to the forest. A few cicadas on the cypress tree chirped intermittently.

The heat rises outside the forest like a steamer, but the cool wind blows in the forest. As soon as the family finished worshipping, 120 from the Wofoshan Town Hospital rushed to the front of the forest gate and stopped the car.

The car door opened, and a few people got out of the car, Lu Zhi, Qi Shu, Wang Yun, Hu Nian, and Miao Er. They are all white short-sleeved dressers, long gray and white pants, and black leather sandals. Only Miao Er's suspender shirt, jeans, white sneakers, high wind hair, holding a bouquet of white lilies in her hand, I can't tell if it is a flower or a plastic flower, but her usual naughty expression has become dignified.

They walked through the archway and came to the tomb, Zhang Bo and his family came to the side, Lu Zhi was first, Qi Shu, Wang Yun, and Hu licked them behind, and Miao Er stepped forward and put the lilies on the grave.

"Let's bow to my sister-in-law!" Lu Zhi said that a group of five of them bowed three times in front of the tribute table grave, and bowed their heads deeply and mourned for three minutes.

Lu Zhi didn't have much sadness on his face, and he came to mourn, because Zhang Bo was his subordinate. Second, he wants to get to know this literary character who has the same amateur experience as himself. Because of Zhang Bo, because he heard Zhang Bo's "The Time of Leap May" from Miao Er, his literary skills can be described as excellent, which Miao Er secretly recorded with his mobile phone in Linxian Tower.

After returning home, he listened to it repeatedly, wrote it down on paper, and sent it to Lu Zhi's desk.

"Lu Yuan, look at the poem I wrote, "The Time of Leap May". Miao Er looked at him with the rest of her eyes.

"Oh." Lu Zhi was first attracted by the poem and chewed it repeatedly, that is, he laughed like he had never laughed before.

Lu Zhi didn't know that this Miao Er could write poems, and this kind of poem, poetry and music are not talented, so I have to read it, and took the manuscript handed over by Miao Er, hey, the writing is good, good writing, but the format of the poem has never been seen. But on second thought, it's not right! I have never heard that Miao Er can write poetry, and "The Time of Leap May" is absolutely amazing. So Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

"Where did you copy it?" Miao Zhi Xiang Miao'er, doubting Miao'er's Wencai.

"Nope!" Miao Xin told a lie.

"Then tell me what the poem means." Lu Zhi is an old oilman, and his words are to the root.

“……！” The scheming Miao Er didn't intend to confuse him, Lu Zhi did wear her.

"Tell the truth, don't lie in front of real people." Lu Zhi was eager to know who the author of Lu Dao was, and Miao Er just wanted to raise Zhang Bo's prestige in front of Lu Zhi.

"Okay, let me tell you, it's Zhang Bo's." Miao Er no longer concealed it, because she couldn't hide it, and she didn't plan to hide it.

"When was it written?" Lu Zhi gave up and believed that it was true, but in fact, the original intention of the matter was true.

"Of course, it's the last time, I asked for it when I went to repair the microcomputer that day." Miao Er is ghostly, half hidden.

Judging from this poem, he has the potential of Western literature, and has the skills of Chinese literature, and his affectionate brushstrokes are like a silver sickle released in a wheat field, harvesting at the time of opening. When the thunder and lightning wind reached his hand, it became incomparably beautiful. Who confided in the month after the Qing Dynasty, and he explained the time of the leap month. That flash is a beautiful bifurcation. The thunder is like the sound of a schoolboy playing a trumpet.

This artistic conception is written in a way that is a bit like Tagore's "Banyan Tree!" It's like Xu Zhimo's farewell Kangqiao. First, I want to see this Zhang Bo, and hear his poems as if I were seeing him.

Of course, there was no thought about his wife's death. I only heard of the people who mourned, and the queue was two or three miles long. Although he is the dean, he is not as good as Xiaobing, Lu Zhi has nothing to go to the Zhongcun Clinic in Foshan Town, so he came today, he came late, and it became a late memorial. After Wang Yun, Qi Shu, and Hu Lick were arrested by the Public Security Bureau that night, Sun Li called Wang Ying, who was living in Rencheng, explained the reason for the matter, used his connections, and was released three days later, but the horn man was fined 5,000 yuan. For people like Wang Yun, this is not a big deal at all, as if it never happened. What the.

In Wang Yun's opinion, as soon as he walked out of the detention center, he heard the news of the death of Zhang Bo's woman, and he was so happy in his heart that he made an appointment

Hu licked, and drank two bottles of Zhongdu No. 2 wine in the pros. "Brother Zhang is really not easy, when a person dies, who will be sorting out the manuscript for him in the future." Wang Yun still had some cover up in front of Hu Lick.

"That is, what to write "The Ballad of Reclining Buddha", my wife must be tired of sorting out the manuscript, and I don't know what to do when the stone falls from the sky, so I'm tired." Hu Tian's face was red, and he was sneering.

"No, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot. What an idea. "Wang Yun finally revealed his face." Wang Yun's eyes were stunned, and he said: "Xu Rong's death hit Zhang Bo very hard, you have to do your account carefully, the money for public health is said to be not given from above, and the return of the agricultural cooperative is said to have a limit." ”

"We will draw 20,000 yuan this month, and two and one will be added to five, and you will be one and I will be one." Hu Lick said.

"I don't care about those two money, because the director is the legal representative and has a lot of responsibility." Wang Yun played an official tone.

"That's, that's, I'll listen to you." Hu Lick behaves very docile and rotten peach blossoms.

"Actually, according to his talent, Zhang Bo is qualified to be the dean, but he was born at the wrong time, with me Li Chunxiao, I don't show him Wang Yanzhang." Wang Yun looked at Hu Lick, he gave a suspicious attitude to Hu Lick, and deliberately dragged out an allusion that he had heard from others.

"That's nature." Hu licked perfunctory words. I thought hatefully: Sooner or later, one day, I will be the director and let you get out of power.

"What about you, you have to be modest, don't make mistakes, count their batch of private drugs in the hospital, destroy the bottom list, and send the money to the stationmaster's account, Zhang Bo Li Yi is not a sick cat, such a capable person, once he wakes up, we have no power to fight back." Wang Yun told the truth, and he had a sense of emptiness.

"It's fine. If he resists, he will give him some black, let him suffer a lot, now, his wife is dead, his son and wife are not at home, and he doesn't even have a right arm, besides, those who are good at art are not good at officials. Wang Yun was confident again.

"But his prestige is very high, and when he went to the funeral the day before yesterday, thousands of people saw off his wife, which must be to see Zhang Bo's face." Hu Lick said with palpitations.

"He's just my soldier in the station, and he's a part-time worker at best. As for the common people, they are all like thatch, green in spring and dead in autumn, falling with the wind, so there is nothing to worry about. Wang Yun said and remembered a question: "Have you ever been to the funeral the day before yesterday?" ”

"Aren't we all in this together?" Hu Lick smiled bitterly, like the face of a peach blossom being trampled by a fly.

"We didn't go, and no one in the hospital went, and Dean Lu didn't seem to know what to do." Wang Yun guessed.

"The courtyard has nothing to do with Lao Zhang, who will put a nobody in his eyes, if we don't pass on the word to him, Dean Lu will definitely not say it, in this way, Zhang Bo looks down on the dean even more, and the dean is even more dissatisfied, so our life will be better." Hu Lick analyzed and said.

"You are very careful, but you can't escape my eyes, Zhang Bo is in my hands, just like my sleeves, swinging freely." Wang Yun said very well in a pun, his bulging eyes stared directly at Hu Lick, trying to find something else from his eyes, such as trickery.

Hu Lick hates in his heart, that is, Shengyu He Shengliang, it is sooner or later that I become the leader, and now I don't care about you. "Director, the tiger hasn't been killed yet, do you want to report the death of his wife to the hospital and take care of the atmosphere in the hospital." Hu Lick changed the topic and said.

"Nope. This matter must not be known in the courtyard, if the channel of Lu Zhang and the three of them is dredged, Lu Zhi's uncertain expression, do you remember what Lao Lu said when Xike came to dinner. told the story of the donkey and the sheep against their heads, the story of Ouyang Xiu, what does that mean, he is always optimistic about Zhang Bo in his heart, so sometimes the telephone line must be disconnected. Wang Yun's determined expression was as if he was afraid of something.

"My dear, you fly slowly..."Wang Yun's mobile phone rang, Wang Yun saw that it was Lu Zhi's, and hurriedly connected.

"I'm Wang Yun,..., Oh, Brother Lu, Zhang Bo's wife did pass away, and there was a funeral the day before yesterday. ..., oh, okay, tomorrow we will go over for a while, express condolences, hang up.... After Wang Yun answered the phone, his bulging eyes turned a few times.

"Xu Rong's death Lu Zhiji has already known about it, and someone will come to the courtyard tomorrow to offer condolences." Wang Yun said. His abacus failed, and the discord plan was useless.

"We misremembered, Zhang Bo's influence brought up our imagination, it stands to reason that the dean will not come, just entrust Qi Shu and others to come." Hu Lick analyzed and said.

"This old yin, who knows what Lu Dao thinks." Wang Yun scolded Lu Zhilai.

"We can only accompany Li Yi to his post, and don't let them get together." Hu Lick said.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow! Wang Yun's decision was the last.

………

Zhangjialinli.

Miao Er put the lilies very sincerely, and her eyes were instantly covered with a layer of tears, she glanced at Zhang Bo, I'm late.

For Xu Rong's death, Miao Er knew the earliest in the courtyard, that day, he called Zhang Bo, he wanted to meet Zhang Bo and Lu Zhi and talk about "The Time of Leap May", the purpose was to let the two enhance a trace of friendship, but I didn't expect that just after Zhang Bo's phone was broadcast, there were many people crying around Zhang Bo, Zhang Bo told him, something happened at home, and your sister-in-law Xu Rong passed away in an accident. Miao Er was stunned at the time, and she didn't know how to hang up the phone, and it took a long time to come to her senses. She went to the office and told Lu Zhi, who looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"Could it be that you and Zhang Bo have...?" "Zhang Bo is not you, Zhang Bo is a gentleman."

"It's my villain's heart."

"We're not going to mourn, Dean."

"When is the funeral?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow the health department will meet."

"That means no."

"On the day of the third day, I will meet this subordinate who I rarely meet by the way."

"How many people to go, how many to represent? ＇

"You don't need too many people, you and I will count together, and notify Wang Yun and Hu Nian, who have just been released from the detention center. For the title of the ceremony, the hospital offered 2,000 yuan as a condolence payment. ”

……

Today, everything that should come is here, Miao Er muttered to herself. Xiao Yidi ran to Miao'er's side.

"What do I call you? Yidi took Miao'er's hand and asked. "I'm your grandfather's colleague, what do you call me?" Miao Er squatted down and stroked Yidi's ruddy face.

"It's hard to call it." Yidi is very naïve.

"If it's not good, let's not call it, you can introduce you!" Miao Er knew that he was pure-hearted.

"My name is Zhang Yidi, my father's name is Zhang Zilu, my mother's name is Zhao'er, you know what my grandfather's name is, my grandmother went to a far away place to buy me toys." Xiao Yidi introduced them one by one, and everyone felt sour. Yidi Zhilu Dao is not to buy toys.

"Yidi is so smart, did you go to school?"

"Kindergarten class."

"How old is it! ″

"Three-and-a-half-year-old."

"It's not easy, I go to the big class at the age of three and a half."

Miao Er came to the car with a flute, opened the car door, and took out a folding wreath. "This is dedicated to grandma, the uncles forgot just now, come, let's go and dedicate it to grandma."

Miao Er stretched out the wreath, which was very large, and she and Yidi placed the wreath next to the tombstone behind the tribute table. Lu Zhi led several people to pay homage.

"Yidi, say a few words to grandma in front of the wreath." Miao Er said.

"Okay. My grandmother once taught me a poem that I said I would recite to my grandfather at home, and now I'll look for it and dedicate it to my grandmother! ″

"Okay, I'll listen."

Yidi stood in front of the wreath, and said in tears, "Grandma, Yidi recited a poem to you, Lin Huiyin, listen!" 〃

"I said you are the April day of the earth,

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides; Brisk

Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds in the early days of April,

The dusk blows the soft wind, and the stars are there

Inadvertently flashed, drizzling rain fell in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, you wear the crown of fresh flowers, you are

Innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the raw goose yellow, you like, fresh

The first bud of green, you are, tender and joyful

The water floats the white lotus in your dreams.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow

Whispering between the beams, you are love, you are warm,

is hope,

You are the April day on earth!

Xiao Yidi cried, everyone cried, he knelt in front of his grandmother's grave and said, "Grandma, why haven't you come back since you bought me toys......"

The incense on the tribute table was still burning, and Zhang Bo was sad again, and his eyes were moist. Zhao'er came over and picked up his son, and stepped forward to hold his father's hand.

Tears rose in Lu Zhi's eyes, this person who never had much expression on his face, had throbbing and convulsions, he tried his best to calm down, took out a Wang Xi cigarette and lit it, inhaled deeply, smoked deeply, and the light mist he spit out quickly dissipated.... Miao Er finally couldn't hold back her tears, and she sobbed and lost her voice.

Wang Yun's chicken-like hand took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and tears, thinking: What is a dead person, the mine gave you so much money.

Hu Lick stood at the back of the most luke, his eyes never left Miao'er, he didn't cry, usually there was water in his eyes, just like crying, covering his eyes with a blank eye. What is he thinking, he is thinking that I want to be the director, I want to be the dean, Miao'er's ** will show me, and I want to spend a good time with Miao'er. To become a dragon among people, is to worship today, I also have to stand in front of people to speak, my father is the old secretary of the West Village, I can't be the boss in the medical field, as long as the goal is achieved, you can do whatever it takes, and you need to work hard from Miao Er to win the director.

Lu Zhi walked up to Zhang Bo, stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Bo's hand, and said, "Doctor Zhang, I mourn, I didn't expect my sister-in-law to suffer such an accident." ”

"Dean Xie Lu Xie came to offer condolences. Tsai Lu, Zhao'er, let me introduce, this is Dean Lu, this is the stationmaster, the director of our bank, this is Deputy Director Hu, and Dr. Miao. ”

"You're welcome, Dr. Zhang." Lu Zhi said.

Tsai Lu hurriedly knelt down and snorted, and was pulled by everyone. Qi Shu took out 2,000 yuan in condolence money.

"This is a love from the staff of the hospital, and I can't help but receive it." Dean Lu said very sincerely, but sincerely.

"Dean Xie and the staff of the hospital." Zhang Bo wanted to bow to Lu Zhi, but was stopped by Lu Zhi, who had already prepared someone, and asked his son to take the money.

"Doctor Zhang, your woodland has very good feng shui, the temperature difference between the forest and the outside, you listen carefully, the sound of the wind blowing the cypress tree, just like someone playing the piano." Lu Zhi said. He was very observant.

"This piece of land was taken down by the ancestors when they were officials in Tianjin, and it is called Fengming Slope. Let's not talk about this, I will eat lunch at my house today. Zhang Bo said. Okay, then trouble Dr. Zhang. "That's as it should be, that's how the customs are."

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