Chapter 1370 She Stays Forever in This Intoxicated April

Chapter 1370 She Stays Forever in This Intoxicated April

The festive atmosphere reached its climax at this time.

Nianwei Hospital seemed to have been reborn in this spring breeze.

The sycamore tree in the yard has sprouted new buds, and the tender green leaves are curling in the spring breeze, like a string of emerald wind chimes that have not yet unfolded.

A swallow carrying mud suddenly landed on the window frame of Intensive Care Unit No. 1. The blue and white striped sheets were blown up by the wind like a hoisted sail, carrying the mixed scent of disinfectant and lilac flowers.

"Here comes the groom!"

Li Xiangnan stood beside Pang Weinong and shouted at the top of his voice, then knocked on the door with him, smiling, "Weinong is not easy, I think we should just open the door!"

"Giggle!"

A silver bell-like laughter came from behind the door.

Lin Chuqiao, along with the female educated youth and female medical staff, were blocking the door. The ends of their braids were tied with green hairbands woven with willow twigs, and their hair was still stained with morning dew.

Ding Yuqiu and Song Yi had already helped Ding Xiang up from the bed and stuffed two large pillows behind her to support her.

"Chu Qiao, shoes, are the shoes hidden?" Ding Yuqiu asked again.

"We have hidden them long ago, don't worry! You two wait, Shao Wen, Xiao Qing and I will block them!" Lin Chuqiao's face was full of excitement.

Song Yi asked worriedly, "Can you guys do it?"

"I guarantee it!" Lin Chuqiao said, and then shouted through the crack in the door: "Where are the red envelopes? We have a lot of people. Without red envelopes, it would be insincere!"

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter came from outside.

Li Xiangnan reached out and patted Pang Weinong on the shoulder, "Quick, stuff the red envelope!"

"it is good!"

The shy Pang Weinong's face had already turned red. He turned around and asked Song Zimo for his shoulder bag, from which he pulled out a stack of red envelopes. They were food coupons and sugar coupons wrapped in red paper. The doctors in the courtyard had collected food coupons from all over the country. But when he turned around, the door was blocked by the patients and their families who were watching the fun.

"Make way, make way!" He stamped his feet anxiously. The pair of leather shoes that Li Xiangnan lent him seemed a little big.

"Let's get some good luck too, haha!" people shouted standing at the door.

“It’s all there!”

Today's groom was very generous and threw out five red envelopes. "Whether it's money or tickets, it depends on your luck, haha!"

"Thank you, groom!" Everyone ran away laughing.

Only then did Pang Weinong squeeze back to the door under Wang Defa's attack from both sides.

"Chu Qiao, just let me in! I'll give you five red envelopes first!"

"Not enough, not enough, not enough!"

Pang Weinong stuffed five of them in from under the door.

"Weinong, are you not sincere in marrying Dingxiang?"

"Shao Wen, you are here too?" Pang Weinong was delighted and quickly stuffed a few more in.

"Weinong, if you're still stingy, I'll tell everyone about you imitating a cat's meow outside the educated youth center in the middle of the night!"

"Fang Qing? You are here too?" Pang Weinong was shocked and generously gave out six or seven red envelopes.

He turned around and stretched out his hand, but Song Zimo shook his head at him.

He looked at the four red envelopes left in his hand, so he stuffed them all into the house, "I gave them all to you, I don't have any left! Girls, can I come in?"

The girls burst into laughter and the door quickly opened a crack.

tom!

Pang Weinong rushed to the bedside in two steps like a cow that had just finished plowing the field, and almost tripped over the enamel spittoon.

"Oh, aren't you too impatient?" Wang Defa, who was standing next to him and acting as a human sandbag, didn't have time to keep up.

"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Amidst the laughter, Pang Weinong was as shy as the boy who first saw Ding Xiang. But today, he had the courage that no one else could match, and he shouted loudly: "Wife, you are so beautiful today!"

Dingxiang, wearing a red Xiuhe dress, sat on the bed, like an angel on earth.

People's laughter suddenly stopped, and countless pairs of eyes fell on the newlyweds standing and sitting, with tears gradually appearing in their eyes.

"Find shoes, find shoes quickly!" Lin Chuqiao wiped her tears and reminded Li Xiangnan and the others.

"Yes, everyone, hurry up and look for it!" Li Xiangnan quickly became serious.

Everyone searched the house for a while, and Wang Defa was the one who spotted the red shoes on the ceiling behind the curtains. "Mom, who hid them? They are too high, aren't they?"

The red shoes were a pair of embroidered shoes with a silk lining at the ankle embroidered with lotus flowers.

"Let me help you!" Lin Chuqiao sat down next to Dingxiang holding her shoes and helped her put on them with red eyes.

But she was coughing so hard that her handkerchief was stained with blood, yet she insisted on tying her own shoelaces. Her fingers were as thin as bamboo branches and could not hold the silk ribbon.

"Slow down..." Pang Weinong knelt down on one knee, and his rough thumb rubbed the bruises on the back of her hand. Those were needle holes left by long-term infusions, like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

After putting her feet into the shoes with great effort, he gently took her hand and said, "Let's go to the wedding hall!"

He carried her effortlessly on his back, walked out of the ward, crossed the corridor, and came to the ward that was transformed into a Pang Mansion, facing countless pairs of blessing eyes.

"Worship the heaven and the earth——"

When the words came out of Wang Defa's mouth.

With the help of Lin Chuqiao and Ding Yuqiu, Ding Xiang turned around and bowed to the newly green sycamore tree outside the window.

The spring breeze penetrated through the window, lifting the strands of hair at her temples, revealing the purple blood vessels underneath, as if the roots of an old tree were crawling on mutton-fat jade.

"Bow to your parents twice—"

Mr. and Mrs. Pang sat on a wooden stool brought from the doctor's duty room, with the thermometer scale still on the stool.

Pang's mother was shaking as she held Ding's mother's hand. The veins on the back of her hand were surging like a dry riverbed. "Okay, okay..."

Father Pang suddenly stood up and took out a silver bracelet wrapped in three layers of newspaper from his pocket. The edges had been polished to a shine. It was the heirloom that he had prepared for Pang Weinong's future daughter-in-law.

Just as Ding Xiang was about to kneel down, Song Yi quickly put a cotton pillow under her and stuffed a hot water bottle inside.

Her body swayed, and Pang Weinong picked her up horizontally and bowed to her. The hem of her Xiuhe dress swept across the ground, leaving a winding ripple.

Thunderous applause rang out in the ward, mixed with the ticking sound of the electrocardiogram monitor, like an out-of-tune march, or like the footsteps of time.

"The couple bows to each other—"

Just as she was about to salute, Ding Xiang suddenly choked and coughed violently. Her whole body bent like a shrimp and her back hit the bed, causing the items on the emergency cart next to her to fall to the ground.

The hand that Pang Weinong held on her lower back felt a wet spot. He lifted the corner of her clothes and saw a palm-sized bloodstain on the back of Xiuhe's clothes, like an impressionistic painting of red plum blossoms.

"Weinong, continue!" Dingxiang grabbed his collar, her nails digging into the fabric, her knuckles turning bluish white.

Lin Chuqiao and Ding Yuqiu supported her as she completed her last bow. Song Yi wrapped the red silk ribbon around their wrists. The camera happened to flash a white light, capturing the trembling of Pang Weinong's Adam's apple.

"It's done!"

Li Xiangnan looked at the picture in the viewfinder: the bride was leaning on the groom's shoulder, with a willow-branch headband in her hair, and behind her was a banner that read "Save the dying and heal the wounded". Ding Xiang's eyes were bright, as if there were a handful of stars.

Father Ding silently took out his pipe, turned the pipe bowl three times in his calloused palm, and finally put it behind his ear.

Mother Ding took out a warm loquat from her net bag and cried as she peeled the skin. The juice stained her wrinkles, sparkling: "Eat this auspicious fruit, and be safe and sound."

After they exchanged the salute of changing their words, the sound of clapping attracted their attention.

"Come on, everyone look at me!"

Li Xiangnan raised the camera in front of his chest. In the camera, Ding Xiang was snuggling beside Pang Weinong, and Ding's father and mother, Pang's father and mother also smiled.

Click!

The happy moment is frozen at this moment.

"It's done!"

"Cough cough..."

When Wang Defa's voice fell, a violent cough woke people up.

"Weinong..."

Dingxiang leaned against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, which sounded like the beating of a drum or like spring rain hitting tiles.

She waved her hand to stop everyone from approaching, but whispered to her husband beside her: "Take me to see Ding Xiang! I...I want to see it again!"

"Good! Good!"

Pang Weinong suddenly rushed out the door, and the sound of tinkling bells was heard in the corridor.

When he came back, he was pushing a wheelchair with a cotton quilt from the hospital spread in the bed, which still smelled of sunshine.

The lilac flowers on the hillside were in full bloom, with morning dew still condensed on the petals. A bee was trapped in the center of the flower and was circling around.

She suddenly remembered the year she went to the countryside. Pang Weinong stole a cow from the production team and took her to see the rape flowers. The horse hoof prints stretched from Lijia Village all the way to the horizon, golden and brilliant, like a flowing river.

"Weinong..." She clutched his collar, blood foam overflowing from the corners of her mouth, staining the red silk ribbon with peach blossoms, "You must live well, live for me..."

Pang Weinong unbuttoned the polyester jacket he brought and put it on her, wrapping her tighter. He bent down and kissed the dewdrops on her eyelashes, tasting a salty and bitter taste, not sure whether it was tears or sweat.

Dingxiang felt her eyelids getting heavier, but she forced herself to look at the team behind the flowers: the educated youth followed them, stepping on the grass, Li Xiangnan ran back and forth with a camera in hand, parents supported each other and wiped their tears, and there were also those unfamiliar patients, holding IV bottles and staggering through the flower path to see them off, the glucose bottles flashing with tiny lights in the sun.

"Look at the camera!" Li Xiangnan suddenly shouted, startling the butterflies on the branches.

Dingxiang wanted to laugh, and just as the corners of her mouth raised, she felt Pang Weinong's arms suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

The last thing she saw was lilac petals flying all over the sky and landing in the center of the "囍" character on the red double happiness pendant, like a handful of rouge, or the last gift from the god of spring.

On the flower path, a drop of blood fell on the knot of the red ribbon and was immediately covered by the newly fallen peach blossoms.

Under Pang Weinong's coat, Ding Xiang's hand hung on the edge of the wheelchair, and the red ribbon around her wrist fluttered gently in the wind, like a peach blossom that refused to leave the branch, or like the floating red thread of fate.

A long whistle sounded in the distance, it was the train back to the city calling her, and she stayed forever in this intoxicated April with spring breeze.