Chapter 1358 You said you loved lilac flowers the most

Chapter 1358 You said you loved lilac flowers the most

"Weinong? Pang Weinong?"

Seeing the familiar figure, Li Xiangnan quickly rushed down the stairs.

In the sight, the shadow became clearer and clearer in the dust, and soon a young man in blue polyester clothes rushed out from the sand. It was Pang Weinong!

"Brother Nan!"

There was a thin layer of dust on the shoulders of Pang Weinong's polyester jacket, making him look like a pottery figurine just dug out of the earth.

Li Xiangnan looked at his Adam's apple and saw it rolling violently twice. He immediately reached out and pressed his shoulder: "You, why are you here?"

There was shock, confusion, sudden surprise, and helplessness in his tone, as he knew Dingxiang's physical condition at this moment.

"I was in the Corps, and I made a six-hour phone call..."

When Pang Weinong said this, his tone was already full of heartache. He put his hands on Li Xiangnan's arms and choked up, "Brother Nan, I know everything!"

The knuckles of his hands, which were clutching the blue cloth bundle, were turning blue and white, and his Adam's apple rolled twice between his dusty stubble.

Late at night in Yanjing, a sandstorm suddenly blew up like crazy, and the yellow sky looked like an upside-down iron pot.

The dust blew along Pang Weinong's body and from behind him, blinding the two men.

Li Xiangnan pressed Pang Wenong's shoulder and frowned as he looked at the educated youth who had been sent to work in the countryside in Lijia Village. At this moment, his body was already covered with gravel, and there was a piece of dry poplar fluff stuck on his brow bone, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like a dying poplar in the Gobi Desert that suddenly saw water.

"There are no cars at night..."

"I walked here as soon as I got off the train. Lin Chuqiao said she was in your hospital. Brother Nan, you are amazing. Everyone here knows about Nianwei Hospital..."

As he said this, he picked up the flashlight in his hand, only to find that it had run out of battery. He clapped his hands together, and the light suddenly went out completely after a brief flash.

"Let's go! Let's go in!" Li Xiangnan sighed, took the flashlight, and took his arm around him as they walked up the stairs.

He also noticed that there were two large cloth bags hanging on each side of Pang Wenong, which were very heavy, so he hurried to get his ropes.

"What did you bring? It's so heavy!"

Pang Weinong quickly followed up the stairs and grinned, "It's an apple, an apple from Yixiang!"

Li Xiangnan's whole body trembled, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Let's go!" He didn't dare to look into his friend's eyes again. He just lowered his head and led the way.

The exhaust fan at the end of the corridor was buzzing, and dust was coming in through the window gaps. Nurses on every floor were sealing the window gaps with tape.

Pang Weinong's enamel pot clanged in the canvas bag. It was left by Dingxiang when she joined the team. There was a crescent-shaped gap on the edge of the pot - Dingxiang always laughed and said it was a "beauty mole".

Walking in the huge hospital, he was shocked by his friend's achievement, but he couldn't congratulate him at this moment. The closer he got to the ward, the more anxious he became.

"Uncle, aunt, this is Wei Nong!"

In front of the emergency room, Li Xiangnan introduced Pang Weinong to Ding Xiang's parents.

"Hello, Xiao Pang!" Father Ding didn't know who this young man was, but he knew that he had come here late at night, and he guessed that he had a special relationship with his daughter. Seeing his dusty body and bloodshot eyes, he sighed silently, stood up from the ground, and shouted with all his strength: "Her mother, go get Xiao Pang some water!"

"Oh!" Mother Ding wiped her tears and hurried to the ward to get the thermos.

\"she……\"

Pang Weinong glanced at the emergency room and was choked by a cough as soon as he opened his mouth. The smell of rust mixed with sand and dust in his throat made him hunch over.

"Don't worry!"

Li Xiangnan, who was patting his back, frowned, and then noticed that his right hand was wrapped in gauze, and dark red blood was seeping out from between the fingers, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

\"I scratched it when I was climbing up the tractor.\"

Pang Weinong wiped his face with his sleeve, leaving red marks on his cheekbones with the sandpaper-like cloth. "I was afraid I would miss the last bus, so I didn't care..."

He suddenly couldn't continue speaking, his eyes passed over Li Xiangnan's shoulder and fell on the glass window on the door of the emergency room.

The smell of disinfectant suddenly became pungent.

When Li Xiangnan moved aside, he heard the long sound of his cloth shoes dragging on the concrete floor, like a rusty saw.

Pang Wenong's cotton shoes seemed to be nailed to the ground, and his gauze-wrapped hand cast a distorted shadow on the glass, as if it was trying to penetrate the thin barrier and touch the dead leaves of lilac on the bed in the operating room.

"She has just finished surgery after three days of emergency treatment and will be kept in the hospital until tomorrow morning!"

Li Xiangnan's voice was stuck in his throat. He suddenly remembered the day when Ding Xiang was diagnosed. The X-ray film was shining palely under the viewing light, like a piece of drifting snow.

Pang Weinong waved his hand and took out an oil-paper bag from his blue cloth bundle. The sour and sweet taste of apricots mixed with the coolness of the snow water from the Tianshan Mountains wafted towards him.

"Uncle, I brought something, please try it! It's a specialty of Yixiang!" He hurriedly stuffed the thing into Ding's father's hands.

"Auntie!" After Ding's father took it in astonishment, Pang Weinong hurriedly took the water poured by Ding's mother and took a sip. "I'll take care of the night tonight. You go and rest!"

Father Ding stood up naively, his fingers rustling as he pinched the oil paper bag. "Are you from Yixiang? Where is Yixiang?"

Li Xiangnan sighed and said, "In the northern border!"

Father and Mother Ding looked at each other and were both shocked. Their hands holding the oil paper bag trembled slightly. They immediately realized how precious it was.

\"I sent it to her once last fall, and she said it was her favorite.\"

Pang Weinong's Adam's apple moved again, and he helped Ding's father and mother to sit on the bench next to them.

"Are you the one who often writes letters to Xiang'er?" asked Father Ding.

"Yeah!" Pang Weinong nodded and put the cloth bag he was carrying on the ground.

This time Li Xiangnan saw clearly that he was holding a copy of "How the Steel Was Tempered" in his gray coat. There were a few dark brown spots on the edges of the pages, and he didn't know if it was motor oil or something else.

"Uncle, aunt, go back to the ward and rest! Wei Nong and I will watch over you here!"

After persuading Ding's father and mother to return to the ward, Li Xiangnan pulled him to the end of the corridor, opened the window, and handed him a cigarette.

"Weinong, Dingxiang is right..."

Pang Wenong shook his head: "This fool!"

Although he seemed to be scolding her, the gentleness in his tone was extremely passionate.

Li Xiangnan sighed. He had a thousand things in his mind that he wanted to say to Pang Weinong, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know how to start the greeting.

The monitor in the operating room made a regular ticking sound, like a small hammer hitting people's hearts, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

This voice made Pang Weinong feel at ease. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were filled with gravel: "It seems that this time, I will be an uninvited guest again."

The next morning.

The wind caused by pushing the door fluttered the medical record card, and Dingxiang's name flickered under the yellow light.

Pang Weinong's cotton shoes tripped on the threshold. He suddenly remembered that after the autumn harvest in 1977 and 1988, he also stumbled to catch up with the tractor returning to the city. He stuffed the food coupons he had saved for half a year into Ding Xiang's hand: "Take them all. I'll exchange them for national food coupons."

The green light of the monitor reflected on Dingxiang's pale face. Her eyelashes moved, casting a butterfly-like shadow on the pillow.

Seeing his beloved lying on the hospital bed with a disfigured face, Pang Weinong's enamel pot fell to the ground with a clang and rolled to the corner.

Li Xiangnan silently retreated to the door and took out the last half pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket - the cigarette box was soaked with sand and dust, like a piece of over-pickled pickles.

Outside the window, the April sandstorm finally stopped. Under the yellow sky, the wheat seedlings in the direction of Tong County were stubbornly holding up their tender green ears.

In the ward, Pang Wenong was clumsily peeling a plum candy with his gauze-wrapped hands. The rustling sound of the candy wrapper drowned out the ticking sound of the monitor.

"Lilac, you said you love lilac the most because that's what you're named after!"

"I finally saw the purple-blue lilac in Yanjing!"

"Xiang'er, here I come!"