Miao Er got up early in the morning, went to the Provincial Construction Bank to withdraw 50,000 yuan, set up a card, and then returned to Guhuai Villa. Watermark Ad Test: Watermark Ad Test

"President Xiao, give this card to Shi Yan." Miao Er said.

"Okay, you really love her, and you didn't forget to send her back to school in your grief." Xiao Yu said: "Hugging for so long when we were about to part, it was like parting from life and death, the four handsome eyes were facing each other, and there were a lot of tears. ”

"It's easy to see each other but it's hard to say goodbye, this is also a bitter child, her father went to the mountains to work part-time and fell to his death, and later, her mother married my brother, she needs love, she needs warmth, and her mother also left my brother because of overwork." Miao Er said.

"Look at it like this, you're her aunt." Xiao Yu said.

"It's not." Miao Er said.

"How do you make it like a family?" Xiao Yu was puzzled.

"Have you watched "Red Lantern"?" Miao Er asked.

"Yes." Xiao Yu replied.

"Then I don't have to tell the history of revolutionaries." Miao Er said.

"Three surnames make up a family." Xiao Yu suddenly realized, in fact, Zhang Bo had also told him.

"Yes. However, my aunt is temporary, and the word aunt removes the word in front of me, the word aunt, which is my end. ”

"If I were willing to go to the countryside, you might not get rid of those two words." Xiao Yu said confidently.

"No way, the soil structure is different. My brother is a tree in the mountains, suitable for the medium in the mountains to take root, in the texture of the tree, you can see the pattern and growth rings like the mountains, lick it with your tongue, the taste there will reveal the sweetness of the countryside. Miao Er said very vividly metaphorically.

"He is a jade love tree, and when he is planted there, it will bloom." Xiao Yu said that she has her own position.

"President Shaw, we are there. Trees can only be planted once. If you move around, you will definitely die. Miao Er said.

"Don't you mean I have no hope!" Xiao Yu was stunned.

"It should be, you don't have a chance. Suppose you are like a tree that moves to the country. There may be hope. But there are few opportunities, because of my seedlings. "Miao Er is right. Aggressive.

"Oh, you're going to have butterflies flying on your face, aren't you pregnant?" Xiao Yu was surprised. She saw a strange darkness on the butterfly's face. The colored nose has a faint dark tread.

"Let it be." Miao Er smiled slyly.

"You're really not simple, you're not afraid of the ditch." Xiao Yu was a little resentful.

"You didn't look carefully, I sometimes jumped when I walked, I have been like this since I was a child, and the gap is not too wide, nor too deep, so I jumped lightly. And flew over. Miao Er said.

"Then you can fly and jump, he may not be my cup of tea,... You take good care of him! Xiao Yu was disappointed. Very sad. Maybe she thinks Miao'er is right, the soil structure is different.

"Don't forget to give this card to Shi Yan and tell her not to work anymore." Miao Er instructed.

"Well, I'll give it to her when she comes on Sunday." Xiao Yu took the card and put it in a box in the corner cupboard.

"Thank you, big sister, I came to see you with Zhang Bo.." Miao Er said sincerely.

"I will also miss Zhang Bo and you day and night. I see his work every day. Xiao Yu was extremely sad, but Miao Er walked out like nothing.

Xiao Yu sent her out. said: "There is one more thing, next year's Qingming, I will go to the grave to see Miao Lao, I will remove her, I will cry her." ”

"My grandmother won't forget you, she'll be there to pray for you. Let you find a wishful partner. Miao Er came to Santana and opened the car door.

Zhang Bo's book is my partner, I am destined to be lonely and widowed in my life, and I will wait for Zhang Bo's article to be finished. After the publication was finished, I closed the publishing house and took his books abroad to accompany him day and night, and I lived for the rest of my life. Xiao Yu was lazy, but his voice contained despair and pain.

When Miao Er heard this, she stood up and looked back, her eyes were full of tears, and she saw that Xiao Yu was also churning with tears in her eyes, but she still got back into the car. The starter car floated away and drifted away from the Guhuai Villa. Xiao Yu raised his farewell hand to Santana, which was not put down for a long time.

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Miao Er drove out of the provincial capital and reorganized her thoughts, and the address provided by Xiao Yu was: There is a Wanghai County in this province, there is a Wanghailing Town in Wanghai County, and there is a dustpan village in Wanghailing Town, and there is Zhou Guang's home in the village. His family has ten natural villages, 1234567**tail village, and he lives in the east of the fifth village.

Miao Er didn't have the heart to stay at the lakeside and mountains, didn't have the heart to see the towering mountains and mountains, didn't have the heart to see the green of the thousands of miles of grain fields and the sea, and didn't have the heart to see the growth process of walnuts in July, apples and pears in August, and persimmons in September. The navigation was determined, and we headed for Wanghai County, more than 100 miles, and it took a lot of time to arrive.

Wanghai County, is located on the plain on the south side of the mountain, the water flows from the distant mountain range, like a silver belt, surrounds the whole city, the heavens cover this city with the sun, cover the wind, cover the willows, and dry strange buildings, the strange buildings are scattered, this small city still has a little ancient relic wind, the four city gates are still maintained, divided into four bridges, the east bridge and the west bridge, the south bridge and the north bridge, connecting all directions.

Miao Er entered the city from the East Bridge, crossed the willow-shaded streets in the city, drove out of the North Bridge, replenished the blood of the car at the Sinopec gas station on the side of the road, drove out of the station, and still headed north.

The car got closer and closer to the mountain, and Wanghailing Road was reflected in the navigation, and Miao Er thought: It's almost there. The car drove into the mountain pass in an instant, climbed along the cement gravel road to the ridge, climbed over a ridge slope, there was a river between the green hills and greenery, to the west to the east, on the river beach, an old man, driving a group of sheep on the green grass, leisurely roaring mountain songs, I don't know what he sang. Only his year is called clearer than the "buy, buy" pulls the long seedlings, which means sacrificing himself to exchange money for the master.

After a concave, there is a flat ridge again, there is a cement stop sign planted on the ridge, on which the three words Wanghailing are written, and there are sparse poplars that refuse to grow up on the roadside, not because the soil is thin, because the variety of this tree is not good.

Miao Er parked the car under the roadside stop sign, got out of the car, and had an inexplicable throbbing in her heart: My brother, are you really cultivating immortals here, you don't care if there are so many things at home, and your mobile phone can't work. The phone is silent, and my mother will come to you in person. Unconsciously. Red clouds flew on his face.

To the east of the road is a flat hill, terraced, sorghum, soybeans, corn and everything, and the ridge extends to the east. All the way out of sight. Jungnam Mountain. Wanghai Ridge, Menggu Ridge forms a dustpan. This flat ridge is on the mouth of the dustpan.

"Everybody said yes. Yimeng Mountain is good, Yimeng Mountain, good scenery. The green mountains and the green water. How beautiful, the wind blows the bottom of the grass, see the cattle and sheep. The sorghum is red, the rice flowers are fragrant, the Yimeng fruit is piled up..."The song is a little sad and melancholy, it is a song full of feelings and pride. but sang in mourning. But the sound quality is good. Authentic. I turned my head to look, but I saw a girl, driving a cow. Singing from the flat ridge to the east of the road.

Cotton fields, sorghum fields, peanut fields, sweet potato fields, and millet fields are all in front of the seedlings. The singing girl is on the ridge of Pingling. Like a moving red shadow, red clouds, not as tall as a seedling, with a very good-looking figure, two long braids coiled behind his head, and a delicate face. With a shallow layer of rosiness.

"Hey, girl, this is the dustpan village of Wanghailing, right?" Miao Er waited for the girl to come close and asked with a smile. She pointed to the ten villages lined up in Lingxi.

"Oh, you're passing by. Or looking for someone? "The person who came was a butterfly, and the sunny face had a pair of melancholy handsome eyes.

"Do you have a writer named Zhou Guang here?" Miao Er asked.

"Yes, he also brought a beautiful man, saying that he was in his fifties, and no one believed him, probably because he was too handsome and afraid of being robbed. Gu Shuo is also a great writer, and he is like a great medical scientist, who will see any disease, unless the malignant arsine tumor cannot be treated. The butterfly relished, as if her face was very happy, and from time to time her face flew with color.

"Oh, that's amazing! Miao Er was happy when she heard it.

"People from all ten villages in the dustpan village went to see a doctor, the old and the sick, the new, and the sick." There was joy and brilliance in the butterflies' melancholy eyes.

"What is a disease that is not sick?" Miao Er felt that what the girl said was quite fresh.

"Those boring wild girls, love to take advantage, love to play, I have to go to see it if I have nothing to do, doctor, I have a stomachache, some girls say, doctor, I have a small stomachache." Butterfly said, very vividly.

"Eat whole grains, there is no stomach pain." Miao Er is serious. Sick!

"What's wrong there, the main thing is to get in touch with this beautiful man. This person is also too realistic, he really examines them, listens with a stethoscope, touches them with his hands, and then takes his pulse. The butterfly was a little jealous, as if she was very dissatisfied.

"Seeing a doctor for four diagnoses and joint inspections, Chinese medicine and Western medicine do that." Miao Er explained.

"You, really, are similar to him." The butterfly tied her cow to a poplar tree beside her.

"How so?" Miao Er saw that the butterfly was very funny and said.

"Li Erling from the second village and Zhang Yihua from the third village have to go twice a day, and later, I heard them say outside the gate of Zhou Guang's house that their hands are as white as green onions, and they are very comfortable to press, and they are willing to let him press them. Got it! The butterfly looked a little angry.

"Yo, that's so rampant." Miao Er was startled, and said in her heart: The girl here is really wild.

"There is even more rampant, Wu Xiaoxiao in the fourth village, a twenty-year-old girl who has never married, has never given birth to a child, said that she has chest pain, and there are six or seven ** girls from several villages, who are guilty of the same disease, I have to let this expert check it, feel if there is any disease, why do you grow such a big two meat balls, I am afraid of mastitis. After Wu Xiaoniang heard about it, she scolded Wu Xiaoxiao for three days, saying: Don't be ashamed, there is still time for the pig to estrus, does Jin ** let the man touch it casually? "The butterfly knocked over the vinegar jar and vinegar vat.

"What does this doctor say? Miao Er wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh, for fear of making the child laugh: her man is so good, where can someone love him.

"After the examination, he said: I am not sick, if I am not at ease, I can go to the city hospital to check again." The butterfly said, "It's really terrible." ”

"He is the heart of the Buddha, not the heart of Jesus." Miao Er said with a smile.

"How?" Butterfly asked, wide-eyed.

"The Buddha said: Don't love, love for others is like holding a torch against the wind, and there is a danger of burning your hands." Miao Er said, quoting a Buddhist scripture.

"What's the matter with Jesus?" Butterfly first came into contact with such a college woman.

"Jesus said, "Love." They all become brothers and sisters and share the joy of heaven. As a result, there are many troubles in the world. Miao Er said. Explain it with your own psychology.

"As the Buddha said, there are no more human beings and living beings in the world." Butterflies are literate, high school students, can judge right from wrong, and can ask questions.

"People are worried from love, and from sorrow to fear, and if they are separated from love, there is no fear of worry. I think that love is not love, it is a state of thought of Buddhism, and it is also a human being among human beings, and it needs to inherit its own thoughts, how can it be said that it is not love, what the Buddha is talking about is great love, not the vulgar low-level love of men and women of Jesus, of course, there is nothing wrong with Jesus. It's just a religious belief, it's up to you to grasp it. "Miao Er has her own views on religious beliefs. She could think that a man from the Buddhist family did not necessarily marry a girl from the Jesus sect.

"Oh, that beautiful man thinks like this, so he doesn't care. You are also a writer, you know a lot, according to your meaning, the beautiful man of Zhou Guang's family is a person of great love! The butterfly vinegar suddenly disappeared, and there was a melancholy color in his eyes.

"Don't talk about this, let's go to Zhou Guang's house, and I'll take a look at this beautiful man." Miao Er said with a smile.

"You may be able to do it! Miao Er said disappointedly.

"What can I do?" Miao Er asked puzzled.

"You are educated, handsome, and as beautiful as a phoenix." The butterfly said, turning to untie the reins. (To be continued......)