"Senior Shu, you also say a few words!" Xiao Yu controlled the emotions dyed by Zhang Boxuan and said.

"..., I'll just say a few words, Brother Cui Hao wrote a poem in "Yellow Crane Tower": The people of the past have taken the Yellow Crane to go, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here. The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island. Where is the sun curtain related, the smoke on the river makes people worried. "Soothing and reciting a poem, everyone is puzzled.

Zhang Bo wanted to speak and stopped, wanted to say the following, wanted to be modest, and soothe and stop.

Later, Li Bai traveled to the Yellow Crane Tower, and wanted to take advantage of the wine to write a poem, when he saw that Brother Cui wrote it, he was covered in a cold sweat, and thought, fortunately, there is no topic, if you mention it, you have to make a fool of yourself, so I said a word to my peers, and that sentence is exactly what I want to say. I think everyone knows it. He stood up and closed his notebook. Holding Zhang Bo's hand for a long time, he was reluctant to let go.

"Senior Shu is too polite and too elevated." Zhang Bo said.

"That's all for today, go back to Baidu "The Ballad of the Reclining Buddha", to be honest, I haven't read your book yet, let's get together again tomorrow and open the mouth again. Let's dismiss! Before leaving, he let go of Zhang Bo's hand.

Everyone's emotions were silent in excitement, and they were still running on the ideological line that Zhang Bo said, and even the friendly handshake became very mechanical, everyone was reluctant to disperse, but they were also reluctant, and they all shook hands with Zhang Bo, and looked at this rural doctor writer with a gaze that had never been seen before. Farewell. Everyone still dispersed.

Not a soul was there. No, people are not available to go upstairs, and Xiao Yu, Zhang Bo, Zhou Guang, the maid who walked out of the building, the cleaner.

"Classmate, what did Li Bai say? "It seems that Zhou Guang is lonely and unheard. Ask.

"Yes. Teacher Zhang, Mr. Shu left a mystery, let's talk about it. Xiao Yu's hot gaze seemed to be burning.

"I've already said it, when shaking hands with Shu Lao." Zhang Bo said. prompted.

"That's not the original text, you can guess what the original text says." Xiao Yu smiled playfully and said, "Apprentice." The teacher still knows these little questions and answers. ”

"Then you just say it, give you a chance to perform." Zhang Bo said with a smile.

"Actually, I really don't know the way, I have an impression, but I don't know how to say it." Xiao Yu didn't play.

"In fact, it's not a riddle, it's a poem, there is a scene in front of me, and Cui Hao's inscription poem is on it. That is to say, Li Bai is self-aware. Zhang Bo said what he wanted to say in a soothing way.

"What does Shu Lao mean. Zhang Bo has said it all, I have nothing to say. Xiao Yu suddenly understood.

"That's what it means, it's going to come tomorrow, and the earth has become made of gold." Zhou Guangda said with a smile.

"Actually, their talents are very good, and they should not write vernacular novels in the city, what they write is not rustic, but aristocratic. I want to go to the place where I settled in the queue back then. Feel it again, aftertaste. I hope to come up with one or two real local masterpieces. If you sit in the city and write about the countryside, you will be disturbed by the atmosphere of the city from time to time, and your memory will become blurred, and you will not be able to push and pull the main line of the work, resulting in either the donkey not pulling or grinding. Zhu Bajie wears a catwalk dress and has no S-shape. Zhang Bo said according to his own point of view.

The young maid came in to clean up, her movements becoming sluggish, her head bowed, as if listening to Zhang Bo's speech. Zhou Guang saw it. Come here and get busy.

"Mr. Zhou, she's my part-time worker here." Xiao Yu reminded that it means that you don't have to care, she will do her best.

"It's not your job, sir." And the maid said, "There was a mournful cry in her voice." She lifted the garbage and walked out of the groom. Zhou Guang had no choice but to stop, and still got involved in Zhang Bo's conversation with Xiao Yu.

"What do you think of them?" Xiao Yu said. looked at Zhang Bo suspiciously.

"Yes." Zhang Bo looked at Xiao Yu, his eyes did not evade, and found that there seemed to be a story in Xiao Yu's eyes.

"They are vague about that era, haven't many writers criticized that era?" Xiao Yu didn't understand.

"It's better to have palpitations! Zhang Bo inferred.

"Shu Quan and my dad are both old intellectuals, my dad commissioned him to write a book about intellectuals going to the countryside, but he was always not very confident, and yes, I recruited writers from all factions to discuss, I never thought about it, or with little effect.

"What does Uncle do?" Zhang Bo asked another question.

"Publisher, in the United States. He wanted a book about the settlement of educated youth. Xiao Yu said: "It also has a relationship. ”

"If my uncle was engaged in publishing in China, Shu would have written it, even if he went to live in the place where he settled in the queue back then, of course, it doesn't mean that there is any family scandal, but the text will reveal some information about the life of the people back then, and I am afraid of being accused of treason." Zhang Bo analyzed and said.

"Oh, here's the problem. That's easy, my publishing house publishes. Xiao Yu came to his senses, and his eyes were shining.

"Is there a difference?" Zhang Bo said.

"Dad's wish is hard to come true." Xiao Yu was a little complaining, a great beauty.

"There is always some helplessness in life." Zhang Bo said that his eyes seemed to be helpless.

"I haven't lived through that era, otherwise I'd write it." Zhou Guang said that he wanted to share Xiao Yu's worries.

"Senior Shu is also writing, but he is silent, maybe he wants to find another way of thinking to complete this theme, let it be!" Zhang Bo said that he walked out in desperation. Helpless thoughts to get out.

"Amitabha, behind the silence, maybe there is passion, the sea is inclusive." Xiao Yu's mood got better again.

"Believe in Buddhism? Zhang Bo asked with a smile.

"Is the Dharma boundless?" Xiao Yu said: "It can use a simple philosophical way to guide life since ancient times. ”

"I didn't expect that a publisher would be a disciple of Buddhism or a woman." Zhou Guang smiled, and he took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup.

"Not in a good mood? I'll tell you a story. Zhang Bo said like a friend.

"There's time, let's talk about it." Xiao Yu said that she seems to have come to the spirit, as long as Zhang Bo speaks, you are from sleep, and you can also pull you out.

"Do you know why everyone in the past generations has to write about love, even if it is a description of nature, they are all affectionate?" Zhang Bo asked Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was confused and shook his head.

"Talk about it, open your eyes." Zhou Guang came to be interested.

"In the chaotic world, there was a mountain called Nine Lotus Mountain. There are four springs in Lotus Mountain, the south spring, the north spring and the east spring and the west spring, which are connected and flowing, surrounding the whole Lotus Mountain, there was no sun at that time, and it was all by the spring water to exude light in the chaos. There is a lotus cave on the lotus mountain, and there is a lotus aunt in the lotus cave, who calls herself a party. According to the calculation of the old man's table of the mother, one second is equal to the current 108,000 years, and a girl is busy with the old man of nature after 108,000 seconds, gathering the essence of chaos, the so-called essence refers to the manganese iron dried magnesium strontium and many other elements at that time, extending into the current human form, and I don't know how many 108,000 seconds have passed, and one side has the action of modern humans. With physiological functions, with reproductive organs, with all kinds of wonderful thoughts, that is, there are feelings, that is, feelings. She is ingenious, and she was entrusted by her father and mother to raise a kind of sentient silkworm called love silkworm. The silkworm spins silk every night, and one side weaves a net every night, and this net is all over the chaotic sky of Lotus Mountain. Once the time is ripe, she will cast this net to the world, and let the love network manage the world... ＂

Zhang Bo told a long-ago story, and when he looked up at the door of the hall, the part-time worker changed into Shi Yan's student clothes and appeared in front of everyone, Zhang Bo was stunned.

"Zhang Yan, your working hours are up today, you can go, you don't have to be so polite all the time. Come say hello. Xiao Yu said.

The girl stood there, staring at Zhang Bo, as if she hadn't heard Xiao Yu's words. I thought to myself: Dad, after only a few days, can't you recognize your daughter? Your daughter hasn't changed! I wanted to go back to school and call you, lest you know that I work part-time and make you sad, but I can't help it, even if there is another moment of time...

Zhang Bo involuntarily stood up..., isn't this the maid, the girl who poured water and wore a mask? How did he become Shi Yan, no, it's Shi Yan, my daughter, he walked up to Shi Yan and shouted: "Yanzi, is it you!" ”

"Daddy, I'm your daughter Yanzi." Shi Yan let out a heart-rending cry, and then threw herself into her father's arms, crying unabashedly without being shy.

"Good daughter, Dad misses you too, why don't you go home, even if you see you for a few minutes, or cough on the phone." Zhang Bo's unspeakable sadness, unspeakable pain, and that kind of longing are hidden in the increased gray hair.

"I miss you, I don't call because I'm afraid of sadness, and you will be sad, because my mother's shadow will never be erased in your heart, as long as you call, you will remember the past, from happy memories, to sadness." Shi Yan's tears wet the clothes on Zhang Bo's chest, and he cried childishly.

"Silly, Swallow, Daddy will be strong." Zhang Bo stroked his daughter's shoulder and said.

Xiao Yu stayed there, and Zhou Guang stayed there.

"This is father and daughter?" Xiao Yu thought to himself: "Why is the surname Shi still surnamed Zhang, the transcendence of feelings is the sadness of true feelings." ”

"These two guys!" Zhou Guangzhi understood, and thought: The story in this family seems to be very long!

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