Gong Xue's birthday is on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month.
The winter vacation started on the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, and she celebrated her birthday on the 23rd. Mr. Gong took it very seriously and started preparing a small birthday party for her from the night before. She refused to let her grandpa do the work. The lanterns and decorations in the living room and dining room at home were all over.
She and the driver Xiao Wang stayed up until late at night before hanging up.
Maybe she caught a cold while taking a shower, and developed a high fever in the middle of the night. There was medicine on the bedside table, and she didn't want to disturb Qian Mian's grandfather by pouring water, so she stretched her neck and swallowed the bitter and astringent antipyretic medicine.
I thought I would be fine after sleeping all night, but unexpectedly, after getting up in the morning, the fever that had subsided started to rise again.
Mr. Gong wanted to send her to the health clinic in the military compound, but she tried to avoid him by acting coquettishly. In front of her grandfather, she swallowed several medicines vigorously into her stomach, and drank a large glass of hot water.
, was 'escorted' by Aunt Tian to go upstairs to rest.
Aunt Tian has served in the Gong family for many years and has long been regarded as a relative by Gong Xue. Aunt Tian understands that Gong Xue refuses to go to the health center because she is afraid of Dr. Xiao, who has extremely powerful acupuncture there. Dr. Xiao has great medical skills, but has poor eyesight, and Gong Xue has limited
The painful experiences of several infusions and unnecessary injections were all related to Dr. Xiao.
She's not going.
Aunt Tian touched her hot forehead and asked her worriedly if she would still invite her classmates to the birthday party in the afternoon.
Her parents were not at home, so she didn't really want to celebrate her birthday, but she didn't want to ruin her grandfather's fun. After thinking about it, she said it would be the same as in previous years, as long as the food is enough, and she should prepare more freshly squeezed orange juice.
My friends all like to drink the drinks made by Aunt Tian.
For her birthday last year, she only invited Su Lianlian and a few playmates from the compound. This year, in addition to them, she also invited a few more people. In other words, she agreed to them because she couldn't stand someone's repeated pleas.
When Aunt Tian left, she closed the curtains for her, leaving her alone in the dim room.
The heater was very hot, and she soon started to sweat after being covered in the thick quilt. The uncomfortable feeling was slightly relieved. At this time, she heard the sound of soldiers on duty passing by in formation outside the window.
--Praise---, especially neat and loud.
Such a picture comes to mind. Against the blue-gray background, the pleasant military green undulates, breaking the silence of winter and bringing vitality.
I couldn't help but throw off the quilt and crawl towards the window.
She wiped away the moisture with her sleeves and pressed her reddened cheek against the cold glass.
Looking from the second floor, a line of young soldiers passed by the cement road in front of her house. Their backs gradually overlapped and intersected with the color in her heart...
The fog gradually gathered, and she could no longer see anything.
When she moved again, her calf felt like a thousand ants piercing her heart, it was numb and painful, and it was extremely uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, slowly slid to sit on the bed, hugged her knees, and buried her cheek between them.
She knew from her father that he was ill.
His leg was injured and he was sent to Beijing for treatment.
Almost immediately, she forgave him for not hearing from him.
She couldn't ask in depth because her identity didn't allow her. But being smart and sensitive, she could probably guess the severity of his injuries.
Is it also the legs? She just suffered from a short-term lack of blood flow and was already so uncomfortable. What about him?
Could it be that, like her, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe?
Will it hurt so much that I forget the little girl thousands of kilometers away...
"Ring--------ring---------" The phone on the desk suddenly rang.
Since one day last winter, this pink telephone has settled in her room. Mr. Gong mistakenly thought that what she was waiting for every day was her parents, but he didn't want his precious granddaughter to stay by the phone for a strange man.
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The ringing only lasted for two times before falling silent.
She slowly lay back on the pillow and when she went to pull the quilt, she heard Aunt Tian calling her downstairs.
"Xiaoxue---------Xiaoxue------your phone number!"
Her body was a little cold, and she didn't want to get up, but she had to answer it. She answered, wrapped herself in a quilt and huddled in the chair, holding the phone in her arms.
"Hello, I'm Xiaoxue."
She thought it was a call from a classmate or a friend from the compound. Unexpectedly, what rang in her ears was a voice that haunted her.
"Hello, Xiaoxue, I'm Uncle Gao Yuan! Do you still remember me?"