Miao Er lay quietly in Zhang Bo's arms for a long time, but she didn't want to leave for a long time, she picked up Zhang Bo's hand and put it on her bulging abdomen, and a gust of happiness blew in her heart, like a mountain that blew through her heart and danced, dancing to Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo also felt very happy, thinking that this beautiful little wife, gentle and lovely, was like a pet cat at home, a cat that had fed meat to its owner and pestered people, making himself, an old man who was about to die, an old man, like water flowing in the mountains, flowing into Miao'er's heart.

"Brother, have I become ugly?" Miao Er asked again.

"You've asked, no, don't be so unconfident." Zhang Bo encouraged her.

"With your words, my heart is steady." Miao Er said with her eyes closed.

"I have no reason to say you're ugly, I'm not qualified to call you ugly." Zhang Bo said.

"You mean I'm still ugly." Miao Er was not happy.

"I didn't..." Zhang Bo said.

"Don't speak, I want you to be old, the older you are, the better, the older I am, the more relieved I am, lest the tiger carry you away." Miao Er interrupted Zhang Bo's words.

"Watch out." Zhang Bo smiled.

"Brother, have you eaten?" Miao Er asked.

"I rushed back after eating, and I didn't sleep well all night, and I took a nap and got up." Zhang Bo said, "Thinking about you." ”

"Oh!" Miao Er is very happy.

"Doll in the room." Zhang Bo pointed to Miao'er's bulging abdomen and said.

"Besides, don't you dare to say it!" Miao Er turned over and sat up, looking at Zhang Bo intently.

"It's my sister, my dead sister." Zhang Bo said.

"Speaking the truth, this is Zhang Bo, the real Zhang Bo, the real man." Miao Er said happily.

"You're my wife, can I not tell the truth?" Zhang Bo said: "Thinking about my sister is thinking about my sister." ”

"It's still my sister. I have all received a certificate to give birth to a baby. Miao Er corrected.

"That's what I think of my grandmother, but she doesn't know I've changed my mind." Zhang Bo said.

"Let's go to Xishan Cemetery to sue her now." Miao Er kissed Zhang Bo, stood up and said.

"Which car?" Zhang Bo asked.

"Santana, of course, your electric car is in the yard." Miao Er said.

"Then pick it up." Zhang Bo said.

"Just carry our pockets." Miao Er said, "I'll change my clothes." ”

Miao Er changed her clothes, the two of them carried their pockets, and Miao Er locked the door of the office. Carrying Zhang Bo's arm, he walked slowly downstairs.

Leaving the hospital, the couple drove to Miao Qing's tomb pavilion in Xishan Cemetery in Wenxian County. This time, Zhang Bo did not have an outward compassionate demeanor, but had a wry smile of satisfaction. He walked to the pavilion and nodded.

"Liu Yang, it's really my brother, you know my heart." Zhang Bo looked at the pavilion that had been built and said.

Miao Er didn't answer, and walked around the pavilion, attracted by the architectural style of the pavilion.

Six cement-concrete columns. The paint is red, and on the pillar, the thin pattern is sculpted into a phoenix, spreading its wings around the column. The column couplets written by Zhang Bo are all unfolded from top to bottom by Xiaokai, which is quite proud and breeze-like.

Zhang Bo was watching the pillar couplet, and the first pillar was still the original text unchanged: born in the Buddha capital with a lifetime of charity. Yes, back then. My sister's splendid mouth is for herself. To teach himself, to be kind, with a slight Buddhist meaning, so that he can become a doctor and study hard in the nourishment of the cultural and ideological nourishment of New China. Every day.

It's a sigh, sister, thousands of clusters of acacia flowers are fragrant and lying in the cemetery. This second pillar, my younger brother Zhang Bo still writes about you, your thoughts. Embodied in your great work "Reclining Buddha", it is the acacia incense, it is the history, and you have made a mark.

But isn't it, painting the appearance of the ancient Wen water flowing westward, sister, who can have such a brushwork as you. The three pillars of my inscription are all immortal praise for you, so, sister, the fourth pillar of my inscription is my wish and thought, Sima Qian said, people are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. What Sima Qian said is more important than Mount Tai, which is a portrayal of you, so he was very moved by your death and your deeds, and from thousands of years of time and space, he came to worship you with his praise for you. Sister, you bear the hard work of a lifetime, press the sad tears in your heart, face life with a smile, have no complaints about life and death, to feel the sweetness of the cycle of life and death,......., you are not dead, lying in the cemetery is also singing and dancing, you will also see the round light, and tell the beauty of love with Changtian. Su Dongpo said: I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. …… Sister, my writing is not good, the words I write are not satisfactory, and this kind of love between our sisters and brothers is not clear. I can only leave it to Miao'er and I to continue in the future. ……。

Zhang Bo walked into the stele, and the bluestone stele wrote a poem dedicated to Miao Qing: a thin promotes its own fragrance in winter, and pear blossoms and snowflakes shine together. The laurel tree in the moon is also shy, and the white clouds are fragrant. This locust tree praise wrote Miao Qing's life, and the bottom of the stele reads: Zhang Bo, Miao Erli. Zhang Bo secretly admired Liu Yang's cleverness, and did not say what the relationship between the person who erected the monument and the deceased was. However, that beating heart is like a thread tightly connecting from the yang to the underworld.

He walked out of the pavilion, to see the top of the pavilion, antique cover, glazed tile trough, hexagonal hanging bell, kingfisher eaves, crane pavilion peak, leaping to fly, around the pavilion, six willows, still to spit green, he looked up to the sky and sighed: sister, my only relative, you are the crane to the west again.

"Brother, come in and sit down!" Miao Er walked into the pavilion, sat down at the offering table and shouted.

Zhang Bo walked into the pavilion, sat with Miao'er, the pavilion was very cool, and said: "My sister, your grandmother, and my grandmother, will not be exposed to the wind and sun here, will not be crushed by the rain and snow, I am at ease." ”

"I'll be at ease, too. Come today, it can be regarded as her 100-day sacrifice day, kowtow to her! Zhang Bo got up, turned to face Miao Qing's portrait, and kowtowed four times seriously.

Miao Er didn't kowtow, got up and turned to Miao Qing's portrait and said: "Grandma, I dedicate a poem to you, you have heard this poem, I recited it on the day of your memorial service, and you have also heard it, don't be vulgar, I can't find a better poem to express my love for you, grandma, you are the April day in the world:"

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

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides,

The lightness changes in the light of spring, and the dancers change. Miao Er recited.

Zhang Bo returned to Miao'er's side, and he was closer to Miao'er, and he continued:

"You are the clouds in the early April sky

The dusk is soft with the wind, and the stars are flashing unintentionally,

Drizzle in front of the flowers.

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

Miao Er leaned on Zhang Bo's arm and said: "Innocent and solemn, you are the full moon of the night." The goose yellow after the snow melts, you like; Fresh budding green, you are; Tender and joyful, the water floats the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dreams. ”

Zhang Bo said: "You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow, whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day in the world." ”

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