A Rural Life in the 70s

A field hospital in southwest suffered a stray bullet. The medical staff and wounded in the field hospital suffered nearly 100 deaths, including Zhou Qingxia, who had just gone up, and another Xiaoqiu. Lin Qiao who knows on the grassland.

Zhou Qingxia sacrificed, Lin Qiao was injured and sent back to the general hospital.

Xiaoqiu got the news that she was the third day after she returned to Beijing. After she resumed her internship in the hospital, she saw Lin Qiao in the surgical ward.

Xiaoqiu came to the surgical ward with the team of the ward. She wore a mask and stood in the middle of the medical staff. She watched the doctor telling the gauze on Lin Qiao’s head and untied it. It was a pale skull. For a moment, she almost couldn't help but scream.

Lin Qiao, who used to be a beautiful jasmine flower, cut the scalp by half of the shrapnel and ruined it. Even if the skin grafting is successful, the black and elegant hair can no longer be recovered.

She recognized Lin Qiao, but she couldn’t afford the courage to face this disfigured girl.

In the morning, she made an excuse for herself. The hospital’s ward rounding was very stressful and she was not allowed to delay without cause. I can have a meal at noon, but she can't eat it. When she sees the white skull, she will remember the moment when she saw the skull in the ward. The heart was bored and her appetite rushed. Finally, she had to give up eating, but returned to Zheng Qiushi’s office, plugged in the door, wrapped her big down jacket, and fell asleep on the rest bed.

After a confusing nightmare, she woke her up. She leaned against the wall for a while, and couldn’t resist the question of her heart. So she suppressed her fear and held two pots of narcissus on the table to go to the burn surgery. go with.

Near noon, the ward rounds of various departments have ended, and the nurses have mostly ended various kinds of nursing work. The special nature of the military hospitals, many patients are not accompanied by family members, except for the wounded activities of several injured injuries in the corridor, not too Many people seem a little quiet.

Lin Qiao lived in a three-person ward. In addition to her, there were two female patients. These were the wounded after the attack in this hospital. One injured the abdomen and had surgery. The other blew up most of the right arm... In fact, Lin Qiao is the lightest of the injuries, at least physically healthy, not life-threatening, but also the only one who has had a suicidal thought. After all, a pretty girl is ruined and becomes a monster-like existence. This is too big a blow, not something that ordinary people can afford.

Xiaoqiu came to the ward and knocked on the door and went in.

At the door is the girl with the broken arm. Her injury is the best and her mood is the most stable. She is sitting on the bed and holding a pen to practice the flexibility of her left hand. Looking up, I saw Xiaoqiu coming in, and there was a color of inquiry in my eyes.

Xiaoqiu nodded with a smile and said: "Give you two bowls of daffodils."

Because Xiaoqiu was still wearing a white coat, the little girl was only arranged in the hospital, and did not think much. The eyes then turned to the daffodils in Xiaoqiu’s arms, and he was pleasantly surprised: “Beautiful flowers!”

Xiaoqiu's daffodil was learned by a doctor in the undergraduate room. The bulbs were carved, and the daffodil leaves raised and curled up, accompanied by white flowers, just like its nickname: Lingbo Fairy.

Xiaoqiu smiled, not much to say, put a pot in her hand on the bedside table between her and the second bed.

The patient in the second bed had just been operated for a few days, still infusion, and seemed to be asleep, no movement.

Xiaoqiu held another pot of narcissus around and finally walked to Lin Qiao's side.

Lin Qiao was lying on his side, his thin shoulders covered in a large sick suit, and there was almost no sense of existence, which made her head with white bandages stand out.

Xiaoqiu didn't specifically look at Lin Qiao's face. He just placed the daffodil on the window sill in front of Lin Qiao. His body shape paused and hesitated for a moment between talking and leaving immediately. Then he chose the latter.

She doesn't know how to face Lin Qiao, and Lin Qiao should be more reluctant to meet old acquaintance than her. Stop, focus on her more, wait a few days.

After two days, on the weekend, Xiaoqiu can take a day off.

Already on the 14th day of the first month, Xiaoqiu should also be preparing for school. Therefore, Zheng Qiushi actually gave a speech, let her go home to clean up and prepare to go to school, and then come to the internship after school.

Xiaoqiu did not deny. She also has nothing to prepare, but she made an appointment with Qin Lan one day in advance. This morning, she drove out the door and went straight outside the city.

Zhou Qingxia’s home is in Yixian, not far from Jingxi.

Xiaoqiu and Qin Yu drove and asked the way to Zhou Qingxia's home. Her home is in the county town, her father is a middle school teacher, and her mother is a county epidemic prevention station. She originally wanted to send Zhou Qingxia to join the army for a good future, but she did not want to leave her life in the southwest.

Zhou Qingxia also has a sister and two brothers, she is the youngest child in the family. My parents are already in their fifties, especially Zhou Qingxia’s father, who loves the clever little daughter. After Zhou Qingxia’s sacrifice, Zhou’s father suffered the most. The original black hair was half white, and Xiaoqiu’s week The father is thin and dissected, and the high cheekbones are slanted and stunned.

Xiaoqiu brought some nutrients, put down an envelope, and did not say anything, they resigned from Zhou Qingxia’s family.

Speaking of it, she and Zhou Qingxia didn't know each other for a long time, and they couldn't talk too deeply about their feelings. It was known that such a lively and beautiful girl, just like the age of flowers, suddenly fell out, still could not help but worry.

On the way back, Qin Hao reached out and patted Xiaoqiu’s shoulder and sighed with relief: “Don’t give yourself too much pressure.”

Xiaoqiu took back the thoughts of Shenyou and gave him a smile: "Well, I am fine."

Drooping her eyes, she cleaned up her emotions and revealed a smile: "I just feel distressed, so young life... Well, don't say this, it's almost noon, let's have a meal in the county. Then go to Xiling to see it."

Yi County is the seat of the Qing Tomb. Four emperors of the Qing Dynasty and three empresses were buried. In the 1990s, the tomb of Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty was also near Xiling.

In the first month, the cold wind is still bleak, and the splendid and spacious buildings of Xiling are particularly old and run-down, and there are no tourists. In the vast square, except for a cluster of hay, you can't see a figure.

Xiaoqiu wrapped his down jacket on the body, and slowly walked over with Qin Lan, using his footsteps to measure the final course of the emperor.

They didn't take a long time in Xiling, and they only drove for more than an hour.

The dynasty, no matter how many nicknames, regardless of the glory of the past, has finally withdrawn from the historical stage like the emperors of the next generation, and the lion who has been sleeping for hundreds of years has gradually woken up.

After walking this, Xiaoqiu suppressed many days and felt much better.

It was still early at home, but at 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I just washed my face and received a call from Josie. I said that the old classmates had dinner together and deliberately said that Lin Ya and Ye Hao had arrived.

Lin Ya, the real arrogant woman of the heavens, who has gone abroad to study, and who has been drinking foreign ink... Xiao Qiu is really interested in it. I don’t know, after a few years, did you learn to be smooth and accommodating?