The wind blew and the snow danced, crushing and turning into dust.

Outside the auditorium.

Two nurses, an ambulance, a stretcher.

As soon as the old principal walked out of the auditorium, two nurses walked over with stretchers.

He smiled wryly, shook his head, and refused.

When he was young, he could not get off the horse for three days, who would have wanted to be old and stretcher without leaving his body, and even walking normally became a luxury, this scene was really too bleak.

"Old Headmaster, we'll help you. ”

Several medical staff supported him, stepped on the snow on the ground, felt the bitter cold of winter, and slowly walked to the ambulance step by step.

The distance of ten meters seems to have no end.

He gasped for breath, bent down with great effort, and then grabbed a handful of snow and stared at it hysterically.

"Why isn't this snow cold at all?" he muttered to himself, completely unaware that the calluses on his hands were so thick that he couldn't feel the temperature of the snow anymore.

"Old Headmaster, get in the car, your body ......"

The doctor was worried, he was in a bad condition, and he was afraid that he would not be able to make it through the night.

The old principal nodded, lifted his footsteps like a thousand pounds, dragged the snow on the ground, and moved to the ambulance step by step.

At this time, Meng Xiuyi chased out with red eyes.

"It's Xiuyi, go back, kid, it's cold outside, don't freeze. ”

He waved his hand and motioned for her to go back, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a smile.

Meng Xiuyi stubbornly chased after her, pulled the handlebar, and jumped into the ambulance.

"Uncle Wei, I'll accompany you to the hospital. ”

The old principal's hands were cold, and they were covered with ravines like tree bark, and they were full of calluses, and Meng Xiuyi held them tightly, treating him as his father, because he had never been married all his life, and he was old and alone, and he didn't even have a family member by his side.

The old principal sighed, with a deep attachment to the world in his eyes, he stroked her long hair tremblingly, and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, she will become a big girl." ”

When she was born, the old headmaster hugged her.

Meng Xiuyi's nose was sore, she couldn't hold back, and burst into tears.

The old headmaster looked at her like a loving father, and said lovingly: "What are you crying about? Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, we old immortals are making room for you young people, you should be happy, Uncle Wei is dying early and surpassing life." ”

Meng Xiuyi lowered her head, with a crying voice, and sobbed: "Your body is so strong, if you hadn't broken your lungs for my father in that war, you would definitely be able to live a long life......"

When the old principal heard this, he smiled and said: "Silly boy, your father and I have been old comrades-in-arms for decades, we have carried guns together, crawled out of the pile of dead people together, and if it were me, he would not hesitate to block the gun for me." ”

After he finished speaking, he paused, and asked, "Child, if you tell Uncle Wei the truth, do you hate me in your heart?"

Meng Xiuyi knew what he meant, she shook her head, and the pear blossoms cried with rain: "I don't hate, I don't hate!"

A trace of bitterness appeared on the old principal's dry face, and he coughed, reminiscing: "To repay my father's kindness, I wasted five years of good youth in this poor country, and I haven't married yet...... Uncle Wei is ashamed, even if I am worthy of the people of Longyu County, I am only sorry for your old Meng family, I am sorry for you!"

"But our place is really poor, we can't recruit good teachers at all, and the children's English is poor, so I can't deal with it indiscriminately, so I have to lie to Lao Meng's only girl with a straight face. Uncle Wei didn't expect it, it was originally an emergency, who knew that this was five years......"

As the old principal spoke, he became emotional, his breathing was disordered, and more seriously, he coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Meng Xiuyi hurriedly wiped his blood with a handkerchief, and the doctor had already prepared an oxygen cylinder to give him oxygen.

He waved his hand and refused.

Looking at the teary-eyed Meng Xiuyi, he gasped: "Uncle Wei can't do it, before you die, can you promise me one thing?"

Meng Xiuyi nodded with tears in her eyes, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Wei, you say, I will agree!"

The old principal was breathing disordered, and said with great difficulty: "After I leave, you can go back to Jinling, Lao Meng is old, I don't want to ...... I don't want him to blame me for delaying his daughter's life. ”

Meng Xiuyi couldn't cry.

If it had been five years ago, she would have agreed without hesitation, but now, she is gone, what will the students do?

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and I can't sacrifice you for them. It's been five years, that's enough, that's enough, it's time for you to go home!"

The old principal used the last strength of his life to hold Meng Xiuyi's hand, and his eyes were blazing at this moment.

Meng Xiuyi was embarrassed and couldn't make a decision for a while.

I didn't want to come at the beginning, but now I don't want to leave, how can she leave with peace of mind before she has arranged a job?

The old principal coughed up another mouthful of blood, looked at her with his eyes, and scolded: "If you don't agree, I won't die!"

Meng Xiuyi nodded tearfully and cried: "I promise, I promise you!"

The old headmaster laughed carelessly, and said in a gnats: "Tell ...... Tell Lao Meng, ...... In the next life, we will carry guns to the battlefield together, I, I will go first!"

The breath he was holding finally dissipated, and his cloudy eyes seemed to see that era of fire again, and all that was echoing in his ears was the horn of the charge.

The corners of his mouth squirmed, and in a voice that only he could hear, he hummed a war song that belonged to them: "Under the glorious Northern Expedition to Wuchang City, blood stained our name, fighting alone on Luoxiao Mountain, inheriting the honor of the martyrs. Thousands of struggles, wind, snow, hunger and cold, thousands of miles of battles, poor mountains camping......"

21:05。

Wei Qingsong died of illness at the age of 76.

After all, he did not see the dawn of the new year.

His wish was to live until December 20, 1999, because that day was a special day.

In the auditorium, it was very lively, and the students were playing crazy, and from time to time they broke out into laughter......

Outside the auditorium, Ding Zhijie took off his hat, Qin Dezheng took off his glasses, and the two stood in the wind and snow with solemn expressions, watching the ambulance leave.

"After a lifetime of hard work, it's time to rest. Qin Dezheng sighed with emotion, his eyes moistened.

Ding Zhijie panicked, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a click, took a sharp breath, and spit it out again.

He let out a long breath and said, "Yes, the old headmaster is too hard. ”

Qin Dezheng said: "The old principal has never married, his family has been separated in the war for decades, and now there is no news, and his aftermath is ......."

Ding Zhijie waved his hand to interrupt his words, and said forcefully: "The county is responsible for this matter, I will handle it personally, and the school will not take care of it, so as not to affect the children's learning." ”

The snowflakes turned from scattered to goose feather snow, and fell in a boiling manner.

This is the last snow of 1998, and there is a saying that 1999 should be a good year.