This is a general hospital located at the junction of the city and the suburbs, and the environment of the hospital is very good, with green gardens and pavilions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are not many people in the info yard, three or three, two by two, and a pleasant walk. It's not at all like some hospitals located in downtown areas, where people are full of people and noisy voices.

Every time Zheng Liangyu comes to the hospital, he has a complicated feeling.

He has had more opportunities to go to the hospital in recent years, although there is no major problem with his body, some comrades-in-arms and friends of the same age who are not in good health have become frequent visitors to the hospital. Some of them have to be overhauled and recharged frequently, and stubbornly fight against fate and death; Some want to summarize their lives, and helplessly embark on a one-way line that only goes and does not return.

In the hospital, you can most directly experience the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and coldness of the world. Zheng Liangyu once saw a young man in front of his deceased mother, crying for a long time, crying silently, and howling for a while, grief-stricken. Later, he was told that the young man always found all kinds of excuses when his mother was seriously ill, refusing to go to the hospital to serve the elderly, let alone sharing the medical expenses with his brothers and sisters. Later manifestations were nothing more than a gesture he made in front of his relatives and friends, trying to cover up half of his life's infidelity and unfilial piety with a handful of tears. There was also a cadre of the army who was seriously ill, and one of his comrades-in-arms had been waiting at his bedside for more than ten days, carrying water and food, and serving in the morning and dusk; after the death of this cadre, his comrade-in-arms did not say a word, did not shed a single tear, and returned home and lay down all day without eating or drinking.

There are true feelings in the hospital, and there are also hypocrisy; There are moaning and moaning, and there are forced smiles. Some leaders are sick and recuperate, and they lie down when they are not sick, while others just go to the hospital for a few days to check on individuals, and the visitors rush to be the first, and there is an endless stream, as if they will never see their beloved superior leaders if they go a little late. Some ordinary people are dying, but they are left in the cold in front of the bed, and no one cares, as if whoever shows up at this time will have to bear all the costs of their treatment. The hospital is the epitome of society, and the hospital is the stage of life, where there are actors and audiences.

Xiao Lin lives in the first ward of the internal medicine department on the second floor of the ward building. Although she was sick for a while, she still had a vague demeanor and a pleasant face. The cold face makes people know at a glance that she is a stubborn and strong girl.

Zheng Liangyu saw in her the shadow of Fan Shucai's youth.

When Xiao Lin saw Zheng Liangyu and his wife for the first time, she smiled and was a little restrained at first. Xu Ping took her hand, sat on the hospital bed with her, and asked her about her condition in a soft voice. Motherly care warmed her heart, and her tired heart was comforted. After receiving the gift from Xu Ping, although she didn't open the package and didn't know what it was, she couldn't stop shedding tears.

"Mothers all have the same heart, they all want their children to be happy and happy." Xu Ping gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Xiao Lin's eyes, and comforted her, "You have to communicate more with your mother, I believe that there are some things that she will understand, and avoiding is not the solution to the problem." ”

Xiao Lin had already heard some of the information Chang Hao had introduced to her on the phone, and she said sadly: "Aunt Xu, you don't know, my mother is not like you, and my father is not like Uncle Zheng. I can't help the road before, and I have to choose to go on the road in the future. ”

Zheng Liangyu and Chang Hao sat quietly and listened to the two of them.

At this moment, there was a jumble of footsteps in the hallway.

After a while, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Zheng Liangyu first saw a strange obese woman with a greasy glow on her face like a full moon. A man's face flashed behind her, causing Zheng Liangyu's heart to shrink suddenly. The outline of that face was familiar, but the lines were rusty, and Zheng Liangyu immediately shouted the name "Fan Shucai" in his heart.

When the two groups of people looked at each other, it seemed that everyone's feet were fixed to the floor with screws, and their expressions were frozen on their faces, and even the air in the room seemed to be frozen and could be cut into pieces with a knife.

"Are you Lao Fan?" Zheng Liangyu asked knowingly and broke the deadlock.

"You're ------ Instructor Zheng!"

Fan Shucai couldn't tell whether he was surprised or delighted. Zheng Liangyu just saw that in the wrinkles on his complex expression, there were written complaints about the ruthless years and guilt about the past events he had experienced.

Neither of them expected to meet here, Fan Shucai was a little more embarrassed, and Zheng Liangyu was a little less regretful.

"It's really a place where you don't meet in life." Zheng Liangyu said.

"It should be a smile and a grudge when we meet." Fan Shucai said.

Chang Hao borrowed a few chairs from the adjacent ward, and Fan Shu beckoned the others to sit down, and without much introduction, everyone in the room quickly understood the relationship with each other.

Xu Ping sat on the chair playfully and let Qin Changling sit on the hospital bed. Before Qin Changling's ass was completely seated, the wire bed was bent into a bow, and Xiao Lin immediately twisted her face to the other side.

Qin Changling saw that her daughter couldn't get off the stage in front of everyone, her face coated with fat powder became a human specimen soaked in formalin, and her hilly-like chest rose and fell sharply.

"I'm retired," Mr. Zheng said to Mr. Fan. "I heard that you also retired!"

Fan Shucai nodded embarrassedly.

"More than 30 years have passed in a flash, and it is as if we have carried out a mission or a tolerance. Now is the time to make a comment, but it is not the leaders who will make this comment, but the masses. ”

Fan Shucai listened to Zheng Liangyu's words, blushed and said, "You must be better than my comments." ”

Zheng Liangyu looked at Fan Shucai and said: "Our past can only be commented on, I hope there will not be so many grievances between our descendants." ”

Fan Shucai felt that Zheng Liangyu's fat and wrinkled face was still so majestic, and his sharp gaze was like a scalpel that cut his heart and lungs.

He listened to Zheng Liangyu's words, looked at Chang Hao and Xiao Lin again, and nodded involuntarily.

After chatting for a while, Zheng Liangyu felt that Fan Shucai's family should be given more time to talk, so he got up and said goodbye.

After Zheng Liangyu left the ward with Xu Ping and Chang Hao, when he walked to the staircase in the middle of the corridor, he turned his head to look and saw that at the gate of the first ward of the internal medicine department, there were still three figures of different heights and thicknesses, waving to this side.

(End of this article) (To be continued.) )