Chapter 84: The Song of Sessing

There was a desperate howl of the sow's litter in the pigsty, and Da Hong, who was sleeping, got up and put on his coat, carried a horse lamp and took a small stool, but walked upside down to the pigsty, opened the tarpaulin that had been set up during the day, and went inside to guard. The old sow lay on the ground and foamed at the mouth, and the ocean water flowed all over the ground, but there were no piglets. In the middle of the night, the sow's howl gradually became wheezing, like a sleeping snoring.

Dahong woke up from a nap, but it was so hot that he was sweating at minus twenty or thirty degrees, his thoughts were rubbed together by something, and his head was knocked by something. He thought intermittently in a daze: "Hua Mei, is the fatigue of the harvest forcing you to still dream after falling asleep?" In my dreams, I must have seen the embarrassment of devouring the bitter fruit. My dear, I can't stand it, at this moment, my body is like a pile of mud, and my nerves are so numb that I only have the last bit of consciousness left to miss you. The dream of blue sky and white clouds made me feel real fear for the first time, will it be like a little piglet in the belly of an old sow, will it fall to the ground in severe labor pain? My dear, I, how I want to throw myself into your arms and cry like a child! ”

When it was dawn, the call to bed sounded on the army's radio. At breakfast, Zhang Junliang didn't see Dahong, and hurriedly ran to the production class, the fire was extinguished, the house was cold, and he went to the pigsty to find more than a dozen little piglets jumping around and scrambling to suck milk, Dahong leaned against the wall of the pigsty, his face was pale, as if he was asleep.

"Dahong, Dahong!"

The face is hot to the touch, and the breath in the nostrils is weak. Shaking hard, he screamed in pain.

Zhang Junliang carried Dahong to the health room, and Jiang Ling rushed over when he heard the news: "What's wrong with him?" "He watched the sow lay down last night, stayed up all over the sky and caught a cold, and now he has a high fever of forty-one degrees." "Get to the hospital right away. I'm going to drive. ”

A few days later, Dahong's condition improved, and he leaned back on the hospital bed and closed his eyes. The snowflakes fluttering outside the window seemed to make a squeezing sound. He took out Hua Mei's letter and said, "My dear, Xuexue Tiger will not fall to death." Smooth sails and waters are not all lucky, and adverse winds and tides may not all be disappointing. ”

Dahong's body, like tracking the sound of wind and snow, through the window, sweeping the stream, a courtyard of spring light, flowers and bees, the crowd of brides like Tian Hong. He couldn't bear to look at it...... Passing through a field again, the farmers are busy farming, blinking their eyes, the verdant bamboo forest covers the thatched huts, and the chrysanthemum is not standing under the yellow cypress tree? Smoke curling up, but mother cooking? The girl who is hot with the young man on the road, isn't that Li Ruiqin? In a bustling city, deep in an alley, a woman with a back pocket to collect tattered tatters, wrapped in a headscarf, and her face so black that she couldn't see clearly......

"Huamei!"

Dahong's body shook and opened his eyes, which turned out to be another nightmare.

Rustling, shivering, white through the window. Holding the stove and eating watermelon, who knows that the heart is cold and hot? There is intoxicating music floating in the east, and the jade mountain silver house is amazing. The dusty letter is especially fragrant, what is the song of the Red Mansion? The pavilion is red in spring, and the funeral flowers in a corner are too sad. Why do earthworms worry about hiding their cheap bones? If you fall red, you are afraid of no return.

Sukuran came over with something and gently pushed the door open and entered: "Brother Dahong, are you better?" "The disease scared me away. Kuran, got an official driver's license, right? Sukuran nodded, peeled an apple and handed it to Dahong and said, "Listen to Brother Junliang, do you plan to demobilize this year?" "Well, I can't afford to be here with my eyes." "There is no one here, there is a place to stay. Apply for demobilization to our factory. "Thank you. Easier said than done. "Last year, more than a dozen automobile soldiers were demobilized to our factory." "Then it needs a special relationship, do you think I have it?" "Special relationships are all artificial, and if you don't have them, you will find a way to establish them by surprise."

The season is still in the harsh winter, but spring has dyed the land of China green. The state announced the resumption of the college entrance examination enrollment system, which had been abolished for ten years, and the hearts of those who were disheartened were warmed. However, the auto education team began the annual pre-training personnel arrangement step by step. At the meeting, Jiang Ling insisted and said: "No matter what aspect you look at, Yang Dahong should be transferred from the production class to participate in coaching work." Xiao Xuefeng was forced to compromise due to rumors, Dahong adjusted to be a theoretical assistant coach, Han Quanhe was the coach squad leader, Zhang Junliang was still doing his old job, and Zhou Zhibin removed the word "generation" in front of the secretary.

Jiang Ling said to Dahong: "The army has special characteristics, and you can't directly take the college entrance examination like a locality, but you can't give up. I heard that you are still learning English on your own? "Hmm." "It's too hard to learn English on your own." "But there is no way to ask for a teacher." "My wife isn't an English teacher at my school?" "I'm sorry to bother." "Feel free to ask her if you have any questions, and she's happy to accept you as a student." "Thank you, instructor."

After Jiang Ling left, Zhang Junliang ran and said, "Dahong, what do you think this is?" "Whose letter?" "Yours, of course. Think about it, who got the letter from Jiangling to ask me to send it to you? "Jun Liang, don't go around in circles." "From Northwestern University."

It turned out to be a letter from Tian Hong, which said: You don't know that in the past harsh winter, in addition to your Huamei, there is a heart that suffers with you. Her heart has been writing to you, too long and bitter for only herself to read. Dahong, you are indeed so tall that people are cute, and can you survive? I am in close contact with Sukuran and whatever she does for you is kind and I hope you will accept it. My father transferred back to his hometown in Hebei to be the deputy secretary of a factory, and the situation was also a little embarrassing; Instructor Fang went to a county office in Chongqing to take up a deputy position, and they all seemed to have arrived at the dock and the station. Dahong, try to catch the last train of this era.