Chapter 632 Going to Secretary Dong’s House
Thinking of this, Zhao Shuzhuo's face showed a trace of reluctance. He frowned slightly, his eyes full of attachment and helplessness, and said:
"Xiaohua, I also want to spend more time with you. You don't know how much I miss you."
As he spoke, he unconsciously took a small step forward, as if he wanted to be closer to Yang Xiaohua to make up for the regret of their impending separation.
"I've been with you in the hospital these past few days, watching you slowly get better, and I feel so relieved. But I've been here for several days and have been so busy taking care of you that I haven't had time to visit Secretary Dong."
His voice trembled slightly, revealing deep apology, but his eyes never left Yang Xiaohua's eyes.
"I'm leaving soon. If I don't go and say goodbye to him, I'll feel really bad. I'll be so upset when I think about it later."
Zhao Shuzhuo sighed softly, and the reluctance on his face became more and more intense, like a layer of haze covering him.
"But don't worry, Xiaohua,"
His tone suddenly changed, becoming firm and expectant.
"I will certainly write to you when I get home. The first thing I shall do when I get home is to arrange everything in the house and make our place clean and comfortable."
When he said this, his eyes sparkled with longing, as if he had already seen the warm picture of them being together in the future.
"As long as you write me back and tell me that your father's condition has improved, I will come to pick you up right away, okay?"
His voice became lower and lower, and the last few words were almost whispered, as if he was making a solemn promise to Yang Xiaohua, or as if he was begging for her trust.
Zhao Shuzhuo stood there quietly, waiting for Yang Xiaohua's response. He knew that although this moment of separation was bitter, as long as there was love in the heart, there would always be hope of reunion in the future.
Yang Xiaohua was also moved by Zhao Shuzhuo's affectionate words. With a look of emotion and expectation in her eyes, she nodded gently.
Yang Xiaohua sat on the hospital bed with her hands folded in front of her, her fingers twisting unconsciously. She raised her chin slightly and looked straight at Zhao Shuzhuo, her eyes flashing with emotion and trust.
Hearing Zhao Shuzhuo's promise full of affection and expectation, Yang Xiaohua's heart seemed to be injected with a shot of adrenaline, and her originally uneasy heart instantly calmed down.
She nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice and responded:
"Well, Brother Zhao, I will definitely write to you often."
As she spoke, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a shy yet sweet smile.
"With your promise, I am not afraid anymore. Go back and say goodbye to Secretary Dong."
When the word "farewell" was mentioned, a hint of subtle loneliness flashed across Yang Xiaohua's eyes, but she quickly cheered up, looked at Zhao Shuzhuo firmly, and continued:
"Tomorrow...tomorrow I'll go to the train station to see you off."
There was unquestionable determination in his tone, as if he was encouraging himself to seize this last moment of reunion.
When Zhao Shuzhuo heard that Yang Xiaohua was coming to see him off, his heart was suddenly filled with joy like fireworks. His eyes lit up instantly, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, full of surprise and expectation.
He subconsciously took a small step back, but was reluctant to leave. His feet seemed to be nailed down and he only moved slightly.
"Then... I'll be leaving first then."
Zhao Shuzhuo spoke, his voice trembling with a hint of nostalgia. As he spoke, he slowly turned around, but every time he took a step, he couldn't help but look back.
When he looked back for the first time, he saw Yang Xiaohua sitting on the hospital bed, her eyes following him closely. The reluctance in her eyes was like a silk thread, tightly entangling his heart.
When she looked back the second time, Yang Xiaohua raised her hand and waved gently, as if saying "goodbye" silently. Her slender fingers looked particularly charming under the dim light.
When he looked back for the third time, Yang Xiaohua had already lowered her head slightly. He couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could imagine the sadness in her heart at the moment, which made his heart suddenly tighten.
The two said goodbye reluctantly, and the air in the ward seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of each other's heavy breathing.
Zhao Shuzhuo took a deep breath, suppressed his reluctance, and walked out of the ward quickly. He knew that the separation at this moment was for a better reunion in the future.
Yang Xiaohua sat on the hospital bed, looking at the empty doorway, tears welling up in her eyes. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Zhao Shuzhuo would have a safe journey and return soon.
In the corridor, Zhao Shuzhuo's steps were still slow. Yang Xiaohua's face and every moment they spent together kept appearing in his mind.
He secretly vowed to work hard in the Great Northern Wilderness to create better conditions for their future.
Yang Xiaohua in the ward was also planning in her heart what to bring to the train station tomorrow and what to say to Zhao Shuzhuo so that he could feel warm in his heart on his long journey.
As the afternoon sun poured down, the hospital's gate looked like a small stage of life, with people coming and going, performing their own joys and sorrows.
The patients' family members were walking in a hurry, some holding medicine bags that still smelled of medicine, with solemn expressions and quick steps.
Some of them looked exhausted, supporting their weak relatives and moving slowly and with difficulty step by step.
The sound of car horns, people talking and footsteps mixed together, creating a chaotic and noisy atmosphere.
With a heart full of joy and anticipation, Zhao Shuzhuo walked out of the hospital building with brisk steps.
As soon as he appeared, his eyes were like a sharp eagle's eyes, quickly locking onto the familiar figure in the crowd - Wang Jianguo.
Wang Jianguo was seen leaning against the stone pillar beside the gate, looking a little lazy, with one foot casually resting on the instep of the other foot, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic in the distance with boredom.
He looked at his watch from time to time, and his frequent lowering of his head revealed his anxious waiting. It was obvious that he had been standing here for a long time.
Zhao Shuzhuo's heart moved slightly, and he felt a little apologetic. He immediately quickened his pace and rushed to Wang Jianguo in a few steps.
Because he ran in a hurry, he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving rapidly, and the few strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheeks in a messy manner.
However, these could not conceal the twinkling light in his eyes, which was as bright as the stars in the night sky.
He reached out his hand, patted Wang Jianguo's shoulder heavily, and said with some eagerness and expectation:
"Jianguo, let's go to Secretary Dong's house."
The voice was loud and powerful, as if trying to convey the warm emotions in the heart through these short words.