In a blink of an eye, on Sunday, Shi Yan came to the guest house.

"Dad, I didn't see you when I went to President Xiao's house, President Xiao said you were here, so I rushed over. I can't call your mobile phone either. Shi Yan went up to the second floor and happened to meet her father Zhang Bo.

"Dad's phone dropped, so I couldn't get through." Zhang Bo told his daughter. Shi Yan stepped forward and happily took Zhang Bo's arm and walked out.

"Buy another one, information society, how can you do without a mobile phone." Shi Yan said.

"Go back to Wencheng and buy it again, it's okay now, everything is fine at home." Zhang Bo said that they meant that the hospital at home was fine, because there were real people.

"Dad, is there anyone else in the family, isn't it your sister?" Shi Yan said quietly.

"She has ideas, no matter what she is, she is very sophisticated and mature, in terms of officialdom, her father is not as good as her." Zhang Bo explained. However, there was a shock in my heart.

"Dad, you can't give up if you have a suitable one, you are still young, Miao'er can't cook for you for a lifetime, and she has to get married." Shi Yan reminded.

"I know, I haven't figured it out yet, the main thing is whether I can put Miao'er back in its original position." Although Zhang Bo said this, he was worried in his heart, and every time he mentioned her, he felt uneasy in his heart.

The two of them came to Wenhua West Road outside the gate and waited for the shuttle.

"Dad, where are we going to play?" Shi Yan held Zhang Bo's arm, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

"Baotu Spring, white jade pots gushing out of the flat ground, beautiful." Zhang Bo praised.

"I haven't been there yet." Shi Yan said regretfully.

"Go today." Zhang Bo said. He was in a good mood today, it was Sunday again, and the willows by the road were all new willows.

"Dad, how is President Xiao?" Shi Yan looked at her father's reaction and asked.

"A strong woman is no different from Miao'er, but there are differences. The difference in the environment, huh..., what do you mean? Zhang Bo turned his head and saw Shi Yan's smiling face.

"I don't mean anything, just say it casually." What Shi Yan thinks, he knows.

“… Ghost thoughts. Zhang Bo understood, and smiled a little.

"It should be considered. ...Right! Father. Shi Yan smiled, knowing that Zhang Bo would not be angry with her, even if he was wrong.

"It's impossible, fate has no part, you are young, you don't know the thoughts of people who have come over. It's not as simple as you guys. Zhang Bo put the matter to an end, so as not to let Shi Yan think about it.

The car came, and the two got into the car. changed stations and arrived at Baotu Spring.

The two of them came to the pavilion of the North Lookout Pavilion, and the sudden spring that they came to see was displayed like a wheel. Of course, you have to buy the door.

"Swallow, is it beautiful? Three rounds came out together, and there was a sound. Zhang Bo asked Shi Yan.

"Dad has a poem to write? Countless predecessors have written here. Shi Yan said.

"Does it matter how high or low Dad writes! Countless predecessors have written. Zhang Bo said.

"Of course, it doesn't matter how high or low, with my father's talent, he should be ahead of his time." Shi Yan said, because only dad is good in the world.

"See this spring. Dad has a sense of Jiang Lang's talent. Zhang Bo said. Actually, he felt that way. Any poet or writer can only describe things close to nature. It is by no means a darling of nature.

"Dad, there are no outsiders, just say a few words casually." Shi Yan first felt her father's dislike.

"There is a scene in front of me, and Cui Hao's inscription poem is above." Zhang Bo said.

"Dad looks down on his daughter, and daughter thinks dad is great." Shi Yan clapped his hands under the pavilion and said.

"The heaven-given jade pot is written in tears. Visitors have cried into the spring, it is actually when the sky opens and the sun shines, who stays lovesick. Zhang Boyun said a few words, and handed over the difference.

"No, no, no, it's business." The division does not work, and there are tourists around.

"Then... Qing and Suo sentence white jade pot, which the true love out of the king's house. To be able to enjoy a drop of water in the spring is always happiness in the world. That's always the way to go! Zhang Bo looked at his coquettish daughter. I thought to myself, I finally passed the test, but good sentences are not available all the time. There's always an opportunity to be inspired.

The surrounding tourists also slapped a few times, encouraged by Zhang Bo's poems.

Shi Yan looked at the water in the spring, and was really surprised, how could Dad have so many words and so many things to associate with, similar to the poet Immortal Li Bai.

Shi Yan looked at Baotu Spring, clapped her little hands, jumped like a child, and was happy in her heart, suddenly stopped, and turned to look at her father.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Bo's daughter is happy, and he is also happy. So I asked my daughter who was shocked.

"Hey, Dad, how do you know that the mountains and rivers of the royal house are flowing here? Shi Yan looked at Zhang Bo without looking sideways.

"It was my father who made the crossing, in the heart of the royal house, all the way to Baotu Spring." Zhang Bo said with a smile, deliberately teasing.

"I don't believe it, I can't believe it, I can't learn anything about it." Shi Yan stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Bo's arm and said, "Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting." ”

"Don't be foolish, if you want to learn knowledge, just explain." Zhang Bo scraped his daughter's handsome nose with his hand.

"I have to confess, or I will jump into Baotu Spring to cross." Shi Yan is serious, joking, and unrelenting.

"Okay, Dad prompted, just say it again, the royal house flows down the mountain spring water, and Qingbo chats and thinks about it. The clouds and snow waves frequently turn over the ground, and the river swells and the three stars reflect the sky. Ming, Hu Zhangzong. Well, I got it this time! Zhang Bo said.

"Dad is so great, your few sentences are cut from the first two sentences of Hu Zhangzong." Shi Yan is talented and intelligent.

"It's a pity that I can't come to Baotu Spring in the provincial capital. Baotu Spring was called Luo in ancient times, as early as 2,600 years ago, there was a record of the Lu Huan Guild waiting for Luo in the chronicle "Spring and Autumn". Zeng Gong of the Song Dynasty, when he was the governor of Qizhou, built a source hall by the spring, and wrote a "Qizhou Ertang Record". This spring has the name of threshold spring, Eying water, hot spring, waterfall flowing water, three streams of water, etc., and then it is Baotu, which is to describe the trend of jumping. Dad knew very little, and what he said was very simple, writing poetry was to hide riddles in time, place, space, and things, with the help of the image of thinking. Of course, you have to play freely according to your own level, which is what people call talent. Zhang Bo explained to his daughter: "Of course, there is also an allusion in those poems, which is too long to talk about, and I will talk about it later." ”

"Dad, it seems that writing is skillful, I understand a little, life, knowledge is equal to skill plus talent." Shi Wu said happily.

"That's basically it, may my daughter be good in character and learning, and not be as paranoid as her father." Zhang Bo said with a sigh.

"My dad is the best dad in the world, because my dad is talented, moral, self-motivated, jealous and hateful, and graceful." Shi Yan said it from his heart, his voice was full of emotion, and his tears were full of tears, because he had chosen his mother, and his heart was in touch.

"Let's go, find a place to rest." Zhang Bo dragged his daughter out of the hall, and sat down in the cloister, near the end of another pavilion. Shi Yan snuggled her father lightly, resting her head on her father's shoulder, thinking about her dead mother.

Under the gazebo, a white-haired old man closed his eyes and pulled the erhu, very comfortable, and a girl sang in the tune, which is the Peking Opera "The Legend of the White Snake": "Although it is called the broken bridge and the bridge He was broken, the two tourists on the bridge are two and two, and they are sad in the face of this good lake, and they are not in vain to walk this way.... ”

Zhang Bo thought of Zhu Rong, remembered the last words that he didn't say when he was dying, and thought to himself, he must support his daughter Shiyan next to him and go to school well.

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