There is a padlock on the door of Hongfeng's house, and there is no one at home. Guo Guozhu looked at the back of the old lady who was far away on the path, and thought to himself, it wouldn't be to go to the hospital. He pushed the cart and walked towards the old lady again, and came to him and asked, "Auntie, there is no one at home, the door is locked." ”

"Ah, look at my brain, alas, I'm old, I have a bad memory, I remember hearing in the morning that Hongfeng's father went to the hospital and was hospitalized. Look at my brain, I can't remember anything. The old lady laughed self-deprecatingly.

Guo Guozhu hurriedly asked: "Which hospital are you in?" Let's have a mechanical hospital? ”

"Ah, I don't know what hospital it is, it must be a mechanical hospital, where else can I go? Her father's unit is far away, so if you don't send us to a mechanical hospital, where will you send it? Moreover, there is a large mechanical hospital nearby, and it is not delayed to get to the hospital in the city? The old lady seemed to suddenly remember something, and stared at Guo Guozhu suspiciously, "Are you from the foundry workshop?" Still is...... I haven't seen you yet. ”

Guo Guozhu smiled but did not answer, wanting to leave quickly. No, the old lady said something later, making him stop. The old lady said: "Two days ago, there was a young man who rode a motorcycle, and brought a lot of things, which looked like fruits, and a bag, which was big," the old lady gestured with both hands, and the two people who came over and looked around at the intersection were also old ladies. A little bit poked his head and listened carefully, and interjected: "Wow, yesterday wow, the day before yesterday?" Not a motorcycle wow, a car. ”

Two or three old ladies argued about whether to ride a bike or a motorcycle. Guo Guozhu was nervous. Silently rode away.

Along the way, Guo Guozhu's mind seemed to be stuffed with cotton yarn, and he couldn't figure it out. He rode to the intersection of Jiefang Road, hesitated and stood on the curb again. He hesitated to go to a mechanical hospital to see Red Maple's father. Do people need me to visit? You won't be sentimental. It wasn't until the traffic light at the intersection changed seven or eight times that he turned around and pedaled slowly, riding towards an alley east of the road to the north. After passing through the West Single Gate, and then passing through the factory gate across the road, the factory gate was empty. The closed iron fence gate is very exquisitely made. The thick steel bars are welded into a grid and diamond-shaped pattern, which makes people look very grand, and the top of the grand fence pattern is impressively lined with two javelin heads that stab into the sky. This kind of mixture of spectacular and mighty and unyielding, outsiders are not used to it, but for Guo Guozhu, it is very exciting, uplifting and confident. He rode on the car, looking deeply at the factory gate across the road, staring for a long time, until he turned his head and was out of sight, and then he turned onto a path that led to the east dormitory area. The factory hospital is in this dormitory complex where tens of thousands of people live.

He has been to the Xiangtang dormitory twice. A feeling, very fascinating. Compared with the old town like Shangma Street, where his family lives, the Dachang dormitory area is simply communist. That's how he feels, anyway. It has its own hospital, and the hospital is comparable to the big hospitals in the city. There are their own secondary and primary schools, and there are two secondary schools and two primary schools. What's even more exciting is that in the center of the dormitory, on the side of the busiest road, there is a club sitting squarely. The club is also the theater. In front of the club, there is a small square.