"It's that big volume, right?" Shi Yan hasn't opened it yet, because she's busy.

"Yes, it's that big volume, it's my original manuscript." Miao Qing stood up, and her spirit was lifted.

A picture scroll several meters long unfolds, the locust trees are green all over the mountain of Reclining Buddha, among the green trees, the acacia flowers are in full bloom, on the top of the mountain, the reclining Buddha is lying on the side peacefully, facing the courtyard of the south hall gate. In the courtyard outside the hall, a monk sweeps the floor with a broom, a monk carries water, outside the gate of the courtyard, a locust tree covers the entire stage, four beams and eight pillars are erected, the stage pillars are carved by carving, there are countless people of people standing under the stage, on the stage, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai of eighteen phases. Ximen Fish Pond is given to Ruyao Pond, where there are men and women playing in the water and talking, walking on the smoke and fog side. East is adjacent to Kuixing Tower, copper pillars and copper tiles, doors and windows are vermilion, drinking horse springs below, such as mirroring the sky, a quiet mountain road winds forward, traversing the entire mountain range. On the path, farmers walking with baskets, shirtless men, young men and girls, and carrying burdens. The mountain is half-moon-shaped, and the city of King Zheng is in a semicircle, and a mountain range separates it from the upper tree. In the semicircle, the Ximen Fish Pond overflows down, flows straight through the south of the West Village, and crosses the bridge to the East Village to the East Village. In the fields between villages, golden wheat rolls golden waves, red flags are spread in the fields, and middle trees are covered by golden waves. The sun is red in the west, the chimneys of every village and house are rising, and the paths in the fields are looming. The members who sang and lined up to return with hoes, the children who came home from school at the school gate, and the cheerleaders on the flagpole in the village compound were very realistic. A man walks on a river beach with a red cross on his back. In the river, there are adults who touch fish, and women who wash clothes and play around. On the river bridge, the old cow pulled the trailer and walked towards the village under the of the ox wearing an octagonal straw hat. Under the locust tree on the river beach in the East Village, many people close their eyes and enjoy the shade there, at the intersection of the West Village, a man wearing a People's Liberation Army military hat advertises something to a group of people, and on the streets of the Middle Village, a middle-aged woman pulls the arm of a chinned child, bends down and hits the child's buttocks. ……。 ”

"I didn't look at it carefully last time, but this time I remember it vividly." Zhang Bo had already stood in front of the painting, and Miao Er, because everyone only cared about admiring it, so they didn't care about their arrival.

"Come, Xiaobo, this is my sister's gift to you, when this painting was held in Jinan, an American wanted to buy this painting, so he didn't sell it to him. I always think: one day, send it back to its homeland. Let the people of the hometown see their old homeland. I always think: If I have fate in this life, I will see you again, our little brother, but I didn't expect to come to my brother's house today. Miao Qing smiled, as if there were tears in her eyes.

"Sister, I have never forgotten you, but later, you didn't come to the mountain, I went to look for you many times, and every time I came back crying." Zhang Bo's heart was suddenly worried. Because of nostalgia.

"My sister will not forget the sweet potatoes that are so sweetly burned. Do you see, on the stone of Kuixing Tower, under the locust tree, the child sitting and reading is you. How could I be willing to sell you when I held an art exhibition! Miao Qing wept, although it was the tears of the elderly, it was not turbid, and she was full of pearls when she arrived at home, free and rich. Zhang Boren took out a handscroll, gave Miao Qing tears and asked Miao Qing to sit down.

Miao Zifeng's heart was sour, and he stepped forward and gently stroked his mother's shoulder. Miao Er was bitter, and her eyes were a little red. Brother Meng, Huang Zhongyi and others all sighed with affection. Infected by the love and righteousness of the sister and brother.

"..., I went there every Sunday to look for you, and stood there, looking in the direction you came, always fantasizing that you would appear." Zhang Bo has never cried, never shed tears, and now he is finally in tears.

Miao Zifeng cried, but he didn't make a sound, just his throat kept squirming. He didn't expect his mother's inner feelings to be hidden so deep and for so long. Mother will never forget her brother, and at that time, he gently wiped his tears from his tears.

Liu Yang, Meng Ge, Huang Zhong, and Yi Shiyan also felt this innocent feeling, innocent sister and brother love.

Miao Er is more sad, more jealous, more proud, more proud, more emotionally chaotic, like tears, dissolved together, indistinguishable, just like unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, lost in feelings.

When Zhang Bo saw Miao Qing in Nanhu, Yi Xi could distinguish her figure, but this painter's sister was not too affectionate, at that time, how he imagined today, telling his heartfelt feelings, but, at that time, Zhang Bo's own mind was full of troubles, thinking, there will be a chance to meet, this late love, only today can be fulfilled, and because of the painter's sister's words to his childhood, he laid the direction of his life's life.

"At that time, on the mountain, what did the Buddha do, sister, at that time you replied: He specializes in doing good deeds, and he has done many good deeds, and people have known him, and the Buddha has a good heart, so he has become a Buddha. In his honor, people built a big house like the one above. Since then, I have been going to school, studying hard, and making progress every day, but I have caught up with that turbulent era, I have not achieved academic success, I have studied medicine with my parents to save people, and I have done more good deeds, and my life is because of your words. Zhang Bo's heart was much happier, and he finally had the right time to talk about his years of depression.

"At that time, you were still stupid and didn't know the way, and the leap month of the year was thirteen months." Miao Qing smiled, and her tears became flowers of laughter.

"But no, later you said that there were two leaps in five years, and the leap month was the month of repetition. It was in that Ji Qing that I said: It's a little winding. Zhang Bo said with infinite recollection.

"You are small, at that time, I avoided the topic and said: It is early summer, the season of acacia flowers." Miao Qing can remember that it was the heart in her heart when she was young.

"You still remember when the nest was made, the cornmeal was made of acacia flowers, and I saw that you were willing to eat it, and every time you went up the mountain to bring one, you gave me the bread and bread..., but then you just didn't hear from me, and I didn't know where you were. I always remember that you have drawn a different picture again. Zhang Bo was like a child, innocently talking.

"At that time, what did you call me a painter's sister?" Miao Qing still has this little question.

"Because you are beautiful and can draw, I will recognize you as my sister." Zhang Bo talked about his thoughts when he was a child.

"Okay, you little bo, you will know the beauty of the Tao at that time." Miao Qing burst into tears and laughed, child-like.

The two good sisters and brothers here are in the world, and there is no one around, but everyone's hearts are happy with them and cry with them.

"Sister, I won't defile this "Reclining Buddha". I planned to raise my own funds to renovate the Nakamura Facility and build a three-story building with it on the top floor, and the lower two floors were the clinic and wards. Now it's almost spring, and construction will start in February. Zhang Bo returned to reality.

"Okay, when the housewarming is completed, I will definitely come, and I must see another humanitarian work." Miao Qing also returned to reality, and said, "I'm going to do something for you, bring your novel." ”

"Sister, you sit down first, in the study downstairs, I'll get it." Zhang Bo said.

"I'll get it, and you can rest." Shi Yan turned around and went downstairs.

"I'm going to Bang Busy too." Miao Er hated and loved, but she was helpless about Zhang Bo, as long as she was for Zhang Bo, but she couldn't help it, she also followed Shi Yan downstairs.

Zhang Bo put away the "Reclining Buddha Picture" and motioned for everyone to sit down.

"It's easy to build a clinic, but it's hard to consolidate a clinic." Liu Yang said that perhaps it makes sense, since the two talked about this matter on Chinese New Year's Eve, he also thought a lot.

"Of course." Zhang Bo understands very well that if it is not built, how can it be urgent for the needs of the masses.

"Zhang Bo, do you know the "A Fang Gong Fu" written by Du Mei?" Miao Zifeng finally spoke, but he still didn't reveal his identity.

Zhilu said. There is a paragraph in it that is written very heartily: Woohoo, those who destroy the Six Kingdoms are also the Six Kingdoms, not Qin. The Qin of the clan is also Qin, not the world. Huh, so that the six countries love their own people, it is enough to resist Qin, so that the people of the country of Qin's love will be the king from the third generation to the eternal age, and whoever gets it will be wiped out, and the Qin people will not have time to mourn themselves and future generations, and future generations will mourn without learning from them, and they will also make future generations mourn future generations. Zhang Bo said the second verse of "A Fang Gong Fu".

"What do you think?" Miao Zifeng asked.

"Water can carry a boat, it can also capsize a boat, but everyone understands the reason but does not do it, a country, an industry, if it is not a permanent self-examination, will change the dynasty, will be wasted for half a lifetime, it is not the enemy who defeated you, but you yourself defeated yourself. It's not that the people don't love you, it's that you yourself don't love the people. Zhang Bo spoke in a smooth and methodical manner, like a politician giving a speech, and like a primary school student memorizing texts. And Zhang Bo's meaning: on the basis of the original, rebuild a new health center, a century-old foundation. Although the words do not make sense.

"The insight is very good, you and Dean Miao have also made a bold attempt, if you can't transfer the top, you can also transfer the bottom. Nothing can wait, only positive measures, when our country was first founded, wasn't it also the ruins of the old society, in this ruin, but in the forefront of the world. You have to solve it yourself, and you can't wait for it. Miao Zifeng's sonorous and powerful, but everyone couldn't help but applaud.

The sound of Shi Yan and Miao Er going upstairs, the footsteps seemed to be a little heavy, they both carried the two-foot thick manuscript in both hands, appeared at the staircase, everyone turned their heads to look, yo, write so many novels, how many words.

Everyone started to pick up the empty seats on the tables.

"Well, these are a few books. Liu Yang was a little dumbfounded. Surprised.

"It's as heavy as moving to a Buddha Mountain." Shi Yan exaggeratedly.

"For example, there are more books passed on by the Buddha to Tang Seng, but the Buddha doesn't know what happened today." Miao Er gasped a little and went upstairs. "How many words have been written, Bo." Miao Qing asked happily. "I haven't calculated it, just develop it according to the needs of the storyline." Zhang Bo smiled, as usual.

"The ending is very important, tiger head, pig belly, leopard tail." Miao Zifeng is quite an expert. He laughed and walked freely around the room.

"Let my sister take it away, today is the end, a few words." Zhang Bo came to inspiration and said.

"Dacai, I'm inspired again, I think your brother is not wrong, don't care whether it is successful or not, just with these brushstrokes, the beauties of the world call you brother." Miao Er forgot her identity as the dean again and regained her lively nature. He stepped forward and put his arms around Zhang Bo's neck lively, and kissed Zhang Bo heavily on the face. It's funny.

"You're cheap, Uncle Zhang." Shi Yan objected.

"It's not that it's May Day, everyone has a share..." Miao Er let go of Zhang Bo and bent over with a grin.

"This girl!" Miao Qing smiled, very pleasant.

Miao Zifeng also smiled, a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, and Zhang Bo made a big red face.

"Let's have a feast, everyone wash their hands and sit down." Shi Rong came up with a gust of wind, and Jing Yangchun, chopsticks and tableware, were placed on the table.

"Mom, Miao'er is cheap for my dad, you didn't see it." Shi Yan is very serious. Complain.

"Sensei, they are iron brothers and sisters!" Zhu Rong smiled generously: "Go downstairs and serve the food, what do children know." ”

Shi Yan smiled at Miao Er, Miao Er glared and stuck out her tongue, causing everyone to laugh forward and back.