Chapter 1356 He was only 7 years old at that time

Chapter 1356 He was only 7 years old at that time

In early April, the sky cleared and soft willow catkins were floating everywhere in the city of Yanjing.

Outside the ward window, rows of crabapples were in full bloom. The pink and white petals were occasionally blown into the ward on the second floor by the wind and fell on Li Xiangnan's shoulders.

He was lying on the windowsill with his hands folded, watching the April wind blowing through the crabapple trees and hitting the layers of lilac flowers. The pink, white and purple flowers were then intertwined and danced like elves in the garden of Nianwei Hospital, becoming the most moving scenery of this spring.

pat!

After a slight sound of a door opening, the creaking sound of a wheelchair turning followed.

Li Xiangnan turned around, and Lin Chuqiao nodded at him with red eyes, and pushed Ding Xiang to the side of the bed.

Gui Jing brought the young nurse from the department to help move Dingxiang from the wheelchair to the bed, and then handed her medical records to Li Xiangnan who was standing by the window.

After he took it, he clenched his knuckles deeply on the whiteboard, then suddenly let go, pulled the stool next to him to the bed, sat down, and looked at Ding Xiang.

She lay weakly on the bed, but had already accepted her fate. She noticed Li Xiangnan's gaze and turned to look at him with a look full of encouragement.

"Li Xiangnan, don't be sad..."

"Normally, such a serious illness will not be told to you personally!" Li Xiangnan did not look at her medical record, but held it in his arms, his tone full of sadness.

"It doesn't matter! I decide my own life. In fact, I have already realized it in my heart! I just begged Director Gui to tell me. I just hope you don't make things difficult for her..."

This girl still cares about other people's situations.

Li Xiangnan pursed his lips and shook his head.

"No, Dingxiang, the dean is very nice!" Gui Jing sighed.

No one spoke in the room. Li Xiangnan lowered his head and looked at the small basin exposed from under the bed. In the basin was Dingxiang's patched shirt.

This hospital gown turned out to be the best clothes Dingxiang had ever worn.

Lin Chuqiao, leaning against the bed next to her, wanted to say a few words to comfort Ding Xiang, but when the words came to her lips, she could only stammer, as if a huge door had blocked all the words in her throat.

"Take a break!"

At this time, Li Xiangnan suddenly stood up and gave Ding Xiang on the bed a gentle smile, "I'll go make breakfast for you!"

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the ward and out the door. Then he blinked his eyes to hide the sadness that was welling up in his eyes and prevented the tears from falling.

Multiple organ failure!

Or it was infected with the terrible Staphylococcus aureus.

Under current medical conditions, there is no possibility of saving him!

At this point, it is meaningless to ask Ding Xiang when she was infected, when her body began to have problems, and why she didn't go to the doctor earlier.

Although, he still had many questions in his mind about her and Wei Nong.

But when she thought about the fact that Dingxiang was already like this, mentioning Wei Nong’s matter again would only add to the pain and resentment in her heart!

Li Xiangnan could tell that she had wanted to make that farewell call for a long time, but she just didn't have the courage to make the decision!

And the moment she saw herself, Dingxiang made this move.

She probably doesn't want Wei Nong to ruin his life because of her!

"Steamed egg with brown sugar! I specially asked the cafeteria to make me an extra egg!"

A quarter of an hour later, Li Xiangnan returned to the ward and opened the lunch box. The sweet fragrance was particularly strong in the bitter ward.

"Chu Qiao, please feed her!" He handed over the lunch box with a smile.

"Okay!" Lin Chuqiao nodded, raised the back of the bed, took a pillow and placed it under Dingxiang's back. After adjusting her position to make her comfortable, she picked up the lunch box and started feeding her one spoonful at a time.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Dingxiang, who had just taken a bite, covered her mouth and started coughing. She was afraid that she would spit on Chu Qiao, so she turned her head and rested it on the pillow, her whole face flushed red.

Lin Chuqiao quickly stood up, put down her lunch box, patted her on the back, her eyes full of heartache, "Lilac, are you okay?"

"Ahem, I'm... I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Ding Xiang waved her hand and pointed to the basket on the bedside table across from the hospital bed. "I just suddenly saw the apples..."

"Do you want to eat an apple?" Li Xiangnan stood up.

But Ding Xiang suddenly tugged at his clothes, shook her head and said, "No, it was Wei Nong. He told me... in Yi Township, his family helped others grow a lot of apples. When autumn came... my nose was filled with the fragrance of apples... Later, every time I saw apples, I would always wonder... whether they came from Wei Nong's hometown..."

Li Xiangnan sat down slowly, and seeing the tenderness in Ding Xiang's eyes, he pursed his lips and asked, "When did you and Wei Nong... start..."

Memory begins to rewind like an old projector.

During the Grain Rain season of 1974, raindrops made rustling sounds in the bamboo forest at the educated youth settlement in Lijia Village.

Since it was raining and there was no work to do, Dingxiang, who had a day off, curled up in the corner of the kang and wrote letters home. The kerosene lamp cast her shadow on the mottled earth wall.

It was at this time that Pang Weinong came in, lifting the straw curtain, holding an enamel pot in his arms, and the heat condensed into white mist in the humid air.

\"Freshly cooked sweet potato porridge." He always pronounced the word "porridge" as "zou", with the soft ending sound unique to Yixiang Chinese.

Dingxiang glanced at the back of his cracked hands with blood scabs, which were caused by freezing when he was helping the team repair the roof of a five-guarantee household in the winter before last.

The days when I was a sent-down youth were spent soaking neem seeds in water - it was so bitter that it was unbearable.

Pang Wenong is like the cedar trees on the Tianshan Mountains, always able to create sweetness in the most barren places.

He secretly exchanged his work points for brown sugar to feed Dingxiang to nourish her body; he broke the white flour bun he was given into two halves and put the whiter piece in Dingxiang's bowl; once a rainstorm washed away the ridge of a field, he broke his arm while repairing it overnight, but gave the only treatment spot to Dingxiang who had a high fever.

\"He was so shy that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.\"

Ding Xiang looked at the drip in the infusion tube and suddenly burst into tears. "But that year I had dysentery, and you and Uncle Li went to the next commune to perform. Your grandfather also went to Zhujiawan. He couldn't find a doctor, so he ran 20 miles to the commune clinic. When he came back, he filled his military canteen with herbs and had seven or eight bamboo thorns stuck in his feet. How old was he at that time? He was just seventeen..."

Li Xiangnan turned his head and saw a faded wooden elephant on the windowsill - it was carved by Pang Weinong using apple wood.

"At that time, he didn't dare to come to the educated youth camp to see me openly. He always followed you to the educated youth camp and looked at me from afar! He didn't say anything, but just standing by the field, I already knew what he was thinking..."

"He always says that he is a camel thorn from the Gobi Desert and is not worthy of me, a Chinese astragalus from the south of the Yangtze River."

Ding Xiang stroked the yellowed letter paper, and the ink was stained by tears and turned into dark plum blossoms. "But he didn't know that in the plum rain in Lijia Village, camel thorn was the most heartwarming."

As the midday sun grew brighter, Li Xiangnan gently closed the door.

"Look out the window more often when you have time!" he reminded quietly as he left.

In the ward, Dingxiang suddenly lifted the quilt and tremblingly took out the blue handkerchief under the pillow.

Back then, Pang Weinong used this handkerchief to wrap a roasted sweet potato and gave it to her in the winter rain. Now, a Tianshan snow lotus is embroidered crookedly on the corner of the handkerchief - he spent three whole months learning embroidery, and the stitches are even crookeder than grape vines.

Dingxiang held the railing of the bed and moved inch by inch towards the window, feeling the wall.

The willow catkins outside the window are flying more and more densely, wrapping up the fragrance of the crabapples in the yard.

Beyond the sea of ​​flowers, there are also dense clusters of lilac blooming all over the hillside.

Just like the feelings buried by time, they always grow stubbornly in places where no one is around.

At the door of the ward, Lin Chuqiao put down her tiptoes, turned her head and asked, "What should we do? Xiangnan!"

Li Xiangnan closed his eyes and sighed, "Do you know where Ding Xiang's home is?"

Lin Chuqiao was shocked and nodded silently.