In a hurry, I stepped on the car to the county hospital, and the afternoon sun had lost its original warmth and slowly drifted towards the west mountain.

The snowflakes on the distant mountain had not yet melted, and Han Bin followed them into the hospital's ambulance.

Tranquility has been quiet and terrible, without saying a word, without shedding a single tear, and has been silently leaning on her father lying on the stretcher, maybe she doesn't even have the strength to be disappointed at this moment.

Han Bin took out the card from his bag, took Tranquility's hand and said, "There are 200,000 in here, and this money was transferred by Jiang Hao." ”

When Tranquility was about to say something, she was prevaricated by Han Bin's words, she didn't speak, just silently took the card, and kept holding the card in both hands and sliding.

"Where's my phone, give it to me!" she said as she looked at Xia Qing.

Xia Qing took out her mobile phone from her bag and handed it to her, she saw that the mobile phone screen was full of Jiang Hao's missed calls, and more than ten missed calls appeared in her eyes, and she couldn't describe her mood at the moment.

She wanted to dial back, but dialed and pressed cancel, hesitated for a while, she opened the information editing box again, and only edited three simple words with her cold and trembling hands, "Thank you." ”

Looking at the gradually setting sun outside the car window, I silently thanked God in my heart and said that God is still good, if there is no good weather today, I may still be trapped in the town, I can't go anywhere, and my father can't be transferred to a better hospital in the county.

I have been silently praying in my heart, hoping that God will be better, so that everything will go well for my father, and there will be no more accidents, and now I am completely moving forward with a load.

The nurse in the ambulance was answering her child's phone call, only to hear her constantly ordering her child to eat hot and cold food.

The doctor on the side looked at her and said, "What's the matter, is the child home alone again?"

After hanging up the phone, she nodded silently, it turned out that her husband was originally an excellent teacher, and died in a car accident at the intersection of school in order to protect his students, leaving behind her young and young children.

The profession of a nurse has never gone to work on time, and the calligraphy of leaving work on time, she put on a white coat and rushed to work at any time with a phone call.

The rest is for her son to do it alone, and she can only endure the pain of parting her love, for work, for family, for survival, she has to move forward.

Life is like an open book, a hundred people have a hundred ways to read, then life is like an unfolding painting, a hundred people, naturally there are a hundred feelings, a hundred ways to live.

But just as tasting tea is to taste the taste, tasting life, you can't help but feel something, or sigh, or happy, or escape, or accept, maybe the more you feel, the more you will gain.

The liquid in the bottle was dripping drop by drop, and only the sound of breathing could be heard in the whole car.

The female nurse's hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed her tightly, and with a slight smile on her face, she whispered to her: "It's okay, everything will pass, and tomorrow when the sun rises, it will be a new day." ”

Tranquility looked at her hands, all of which were frostbite red in winter, and the five fingers of one hand were covered with band-aids to varying degrees.

She simply said two words: "Thank you!"

"Do you have chilblains on your hands?" she asked, looking at her hands.

She retracted her hand and said with a smile: "I'm an old problem, I do this every winter, the hospital is always too busy, sometimes the night shift winter, my hands are habitually frostbite addiction." ”

Tranquility looked at her father who was lying motionless on the stretcher, looked at her hand again, and whispered: "I also loved to get frostbite when I was a child, and now it doesn't grow anymore." ”

What suddenly appeared in my mind were all kinds of pictures of my father's love when I was a child.

It's always cold in the mountains every winter, but the cattle and sheep kept at home always have to eat grass, so cutting grass in winter always hurts your hands.

Often the hands will be covered with chilblains, red and swollen for several days, and in more serious cases, there will even be some purulent rot.

When Dad was at home, he would always fix the chilblains on their hands in what he thought was feasible.

In winter, every household in the village basically grows radishes, and my father said that he would pull the radishes home from the soil, cut them into cubes with a knife, and put them next to the high-temperature stove, and the radishes would be burned and scalded, and there would be radish water flowing out.

When the radish is scalding, put it on top of the chilblains, repeat it several times, and the frostbite will gradually reduce its swelling after two days of continuous use of the radish, and then it will completely heal.

Tranquility told the nurse about her father's simple method, and persuaded her to give it a try, because she had been so good at chilblains.

The whole car was listening attentively to her, about her father's love, about the story of the cure for chilblains.

She didn't cry, she looked strong and stubborn on the outside, but in fact, her heart was extremely uncomfortable, only she understood.

The phone vibrated on her phone, and she glanced down at Jiang Hao, who answered the call in a weak voice.

Hearing the sound of the car horn, she suddenly said to Jiang Hao, "Where are you? Are you driving?"

"I'm almost in Tongzi County, don't be afraid, don't worry, believe in your uncle, believe in yourself! There are so many of us behind you!" Jiang Hao's simple words relieved her already cold heart.

"Then you slow down, we will also arrive in the county seat soon, and we will go directly to the People's Hospital when the time comes!" She did not refuse his arrival, and silently accepted all his care in her heart.

After three hours of bumpy rides, I finally saw the neon lights of the city, shining in the distance, giving a faint glimmer of hope.

"Hey"

Xia Qing took a deep breath, as if he felt a sense of relief, he was already very embarrassed when he stepped out of the city on the snow road, but he didn't expect to be even more miserable when he came back.

Tranquility looked at her with big eyes with dark circles, wearing an old school uniform, dirty and messy hair, like the self who didn't know the height of the sky when she was a child, the neighbors liked to tease and have fun, and the self who was always called a girl.

Shakespeare once said, "Life is like a stage."

On the stage of life, there is a front desk and a backstage, and the front desk looks so beautiful, but I don't know the bitterness of the backstage...... But I don't know what kind of face I have backstage, and when I take off the mask, what kind of face I have, that is the real face of people......

Savor the past, reminisce about life...... Only then did I realize that life is really like drinking a cup of strong, drunken tea, meaningful, long, long......