In the silent and snow-white ward, an old man with a candle in the wind closed his eyes and looked peaceful. said that he was an old man, but in fact he was only in his fifties, but the face that could vaguely see the glory of the past had long been covered with wrinkles and the vicissitudes of time.

The sound of the ECG monitor was soft, and it was the only sound in the ward.

Song Yuhua opened his eyes tremblingly, stared at the white ceiling for a while, and then his eyes gradually focused on the surrounding environment.

Ah, it turned out to be in the hospital.

She sighed slightly, and did not react otherwise, because she also knew in her heart that she was afraid that she would not live long.

When people are old, they love to think a lot, especially when their lives are dying.

She remembered the mountain where she used to mow pigweed when she was a child, the back of her parents who were bent by life and the eyes that disliked her, and the childhood sweetheart who almost made a private agreement with him for life.

Gu Jun......

There was a murmur in his mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, revealing a nostalgic and gentle smile.

With a squeak, the door was pushed open, and a man over half a hundred years old walked in, wearing a brand-name casual suit, and couldn't help but sneer when he saw Song Yuhua's face, "What, are you thinking about your old lover again?" It's a pity that the kid didn't know where he died decades ago. ”

Song Yuhua closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to him or seeing him. This person is her husband Liu Er, when she was in her prime, Gu Jun went to the army again, and her patriarchal parents took a fancy to Liu Er's family's money, and forced her to marry, and since then, her life has been unfortunate.

In those difficult days, Song Yuhua wanted to kill those who were sorry for her whenever she thought about it when she was young, but now when she thinks about it, she only feels tired, she is really tired.

Liu Er said a few words, and when he saw that Song Yuhua didn't respond with his eyes closed, he suddenly lost interest, turned around and left the ward with a cold snort.

Song Yuhua thought indifferently, it is not a good thing that medicine is too developed now, why should a person who has a will to die be pulled back from the ghost gate again and again.

……

"Huh? Who are you? What are you doing standing here? Are you here to visit the sick? ”

The nurse's voice came, Song Yuhua followed the prestige, and the door was pushed open, revealing the person standing outside the ward.

He was about sixty years old, wearing a thin cotton shirt and slacks, with a small flat hair, and neat gray hair, which was often trimmed at first glance. He stood there, his face apprehensive, but he had a bright red rose in his hand.

"Yuhua, I, I've come to see you, do you remember me?" The old man took two steps forward, but still did not dare to step forward.

Song Yuhua's eyes widened, the man in front of her made her feel strange and a little familiar, she stared at that face for a long time, and finally found a familiar memory from the outline that had been baptized by the years.

opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, Song Yuhua became anxious, and his lips kept moving. When the old man saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and leaned closer, "Yuhua, do you want to tell me something?" You say, I'll listen. ”

"Gu Jun ......"

A faint voice sounded, making the old man choke up all of a sudden, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Yuhua, it's me, Yuhua, I've come to see you, you see, I also brought you your favorite flowers." ”

Tears flowed out of Song Yuhua's eyes and slid down the pillow from the corners of her eyes, she never thought that she would be able to see Gu Jun before she died, as if she had been insisting on it before, just to see this person.

"Where have you been?"

This sentence has been held in Song Yuhua's heart for fifty years.

Wiping away Song Yuhua's tears, Gu Jun began to tell about the decades since he joined the army.

It turned out that within two years of Gu Jun joining the army, the Sino-Vietnamese War broke out, and Gu Jun went to the battlefield and made meritorious contributions, but he was also injured, because the treatment was not timely, and he lost a leg.

Later, he was discharged from the army, but he also learned the news that Song Yuhua had been married for a long time, and he was afraid that he would do something impulsive, so he simply did not go back. It wasn't until the information age that there was news of Song Yuhua again.

"What about your family, can they rest assured that a person like you ran out?" Song Yuhua asked suddenly.

Gu Jun smiled awkwardly, "I, I didn't have a family, I didn't have any skills and broke a leg, who can look down on me." After a pause, he couldn't help but say, "Moreover, I have been thinking about you in my heart." ”

"You're so stupid." Song Yuhua's tears that had just stopped flowed again, and at this moment, she felt that she had missed and lost too much.

"Oh, don't cry, it's not beautiful to cry again." Gu Jun raised his dry palm to wipe away her tears, and pulled up his trousers with a smile, letting Song Yuhua see the mechanical legs he installed later.

"Don't look at this thing cold, it's flexible, it's not bad to use, and it doesn't hurt at all even if you bump it." Gu Jun smiled, it seemed that the loss of a leg was not a big deal, but Song Yuhua couldn't stop crying.

Seeing Gu Jun, Song Yuhua seemed to have eliminated the last obsession, and died that night, walking very peacefully. When she closed her eyes, she still had a smile on her lips.

……

"Song Da Niu! You get up quickly for my mother, do you want to be lazy, you don't want today's work, right? If you dare not go, don't eat today! ”

The sharp female voice and strong pull woke Song Yuhua from the darkness, and when she opened her eyes, everything around her and the woman in front of her made her feel strange and familiar.

Song Yuhua clearly remembered that he was dead, so what was going on now? Underground? It's not like that.

Song Yuhua, who was confused and couldn't understand the situation, was stuffed with a hoe in his hand and followed the woman in front of him to the ground.

Surrounded by a piece of yellow earth, a large area of corn seedlings is already half a meter tall and gently swaying its leaves in the breeze, except for a small part where various vegetables are planted.

"Sister-in-law Fang, Yuhua, you are here." A young girl with a hoe passed by and said hello, and then people kept coming to the place, greeting each other warmly.

Song Yuhua's eyes swept over the faces of these people one by one, and the memories buried in the depths were found again, she smiled, isn't the woman in front of her her her mother Lin Xiaofang.

And the people who just greeted them, Chunmei, Russell, the third uncle, and the fourth aunt......

Song Yuhua was suddenly in a trance, unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream.

"Why are you here, hurry down to the ground!" A man said impatiently, the hoe in his hand kept removing the grass in the field, and next to him, there was a teenage boy with a sickle, weakly pounding the weeds.

Her father, Song Minggen, who died long ago, and her younger brother, Song Yaozu, whom she hadn't seen for many years.