The entire nurses' station was empty.
The corridor that Master Qiao led through two bends was extremely dark, with only the indicator light of the operating room at the end shining as red as blood.
Jiang Ningning felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in her heart, and subconsciously clenched her fingers.
"Head Nurse Li is inside. She is very emotionally unstable. I'll go get someone to help." Master Qiao suddenly let go of her, turned around and ran outside.
Soon the figure disappeared in the corridor.
As soon as the hoarse voice roared, there was a clanging sound in the operating room, as if someone had accidentally knocked over some medical equipment.
Now that you are here, you may as well be at ease. When things come to this, Jiang Ningning can only try her best to calm her mind and stretch herself.
The moment I pushed the door open——
Suddenly, more than two dozen small red flags were erected inside, with the words "Farewell Secretary Xiao Jiang" spelled out in crooked letters on the faded green wall skirt.
Then the sound of an organ drifted from the corner, playing the tune of "Ode to Red Plum Blossoms".
Jiang Ningning was stunned by the spot of light cast by the door frame, "You..."
Head nurse Li Chunxia turned on the loudspeaker, and the crackling sound was mixed with the laughter of all the medical staff: "Attention, Xiao Jiang! After a vote by all members, it has been decided to hold a farewell party for you."
Two round-faced nurses came up, tied a big red flower on her body, and pushed her to the center.
"Secretary Jiang, I'm reading the newspaper, too." Old Zhao from the boiler room washed his face on purpose. Due to long-term exposure to the wind and sun, his skin color was darker than that of ordinary people.
"I, Old Zhao, am not well educated. I don't know whether your writing is good or not, but I know that your writing touches the hearts of ordinary people."
Lao Zhao has been shoveling coal all his life, and his job is also a part-time job. Unexpectedly, he was remembered by Secretary Xiao Jiang in his photo.
Xiao Wang, a power distribution worker, was an educated youth sent down from a big city. He used to keep to himself and had a withdrawn personality.
In the past few days in the family compound, many people took the initiative to greet him, and an old lady even gave him steamed bread.
Those eyes curved with a sincere smile, and he thanked sincerely: "If my mother could see the newspaper, she would be so happy and would cry less in the future. Thank you, Secretary Jiang."
Jiang Ningning smiled shyly, revealing her sweet dimples. "I'm a publicity officer. Taking photos and writing articles is my job. You don't have to come here to thank me."
"That's different!" The round-faced nurse held her hand tightly, her eyes almost red. "That time I almost fell into the water, luckily you helped me hold up the medicine box."
Others also rushed forward to express their gratitude:
"I didn't have lunch that day, and you gave me a piece of compressed biscuit."
"Secretary Jiang, your military coat is still with me..."
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The big guys surrounded Jiang Ningning, and their eyes were full of sincerity and gratitude.
Secretary Xiao Jiang is not like others who think they are superior just because they come from the military region. She treats little people like them equally.
When I see someone in need of help, I will lend a helping hand.
When they notice someone is tired and discouraged, they will encourage them firmly but gently.
Although these were all "helpful" assistance from Secretary Jiang, for them, they were like the long-awaited spring rain in the dry land and a handle that illuminated the way forward in the darkness.
Of course, the most important thing is that she can see everyone's silent dedication.
Just like what she wrote in her last article published in the provincial newspaper - the burn scars on the palms of the kitchen staff, the worn-out gauze scissors in the health center, the crusted mud in the truck beds of the transport team... these are the real flood prevention drawings!
"Secretary Jiang, this is the grape juice I brewed myself." Head nurse Li Chunxia handed the ceramic jar that had been prepared long ago to Jiang Ningning, "I wish you a safe journey."
"Thank you everyone!" Jiang Ningning took it and drank it without thinking.
The grape juice was sweet, and she couldn't help but drink a few more sips. It's just a small cup, and I still feel a little bit reluctant to finish it.
"Secretary Jiang, have a safe trip!"
All of a sudden, everyone raised their Little Red Book in unison. Hidden between the pages was red paper cut into the shape of plum blossoms, which billowed in the wind like a scorching sea.
Jiang Ningning's eyes suddenly felt a little hot, and her chest was filled with an unknown substance.
There was emotion, shock, joy, and confusion...all kinds of emotions mixed together.
Later she understood that being a propaganda officer in this era was not just a job but also a heavy responsibility.
Shoulder the heavy responsibility and forge ahead.
After waving at them, Jiang Ningning turned and walked towards Huo Donglin who was already waiting outside the corridor, holding the children.
"go home!"
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When the last star of the kerosene lamp exploded, Huo Donglin finally coaxed the two kids into bed.
Even the most mischievous Manman, her long black curly eyelashes trembled slightly when she was sleeping, and her little face was rosy and adorable, just like her sister Xia Xia.
The two little balls were side by side, sleeping soundly.
Huo Donglin's heart softened when he saw this. He tucked in the corners of the quilt gently to prevent any wind from getting in. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Ningning leaning on the camphorwood box.
The third button of his military shirt was undone, revealing half of the moon-white edge of his undershirt.
The ceramic jar fell at her feet, and the malted milk seeping out was winding along the cracks in the cement and flowing over the pair of rubber shoes with worn soles.
"Is Secretary Jiang using himself as a disinfectant cotton ball?" He squatted to pick up the ceramic jar, and suddenly a foot stretched out from the shadows and hooked the leg of his rolled-up military trousers.
Jiang Ningning giggled, the scent of jasmine and grapes in her hair wafting over: "Heidan Zhi... your collar badge is crooked."
The hot fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple and circled around the second collarbone. Huo Donglin had the illusion that the fingertips were touching his throbbing carotid artery.
"Bang, bang, bang!" My heart almost beat out of my chest.
Then she suddenly pulled down hard.
Huo Donglin was forced to bend his whole body downward, with his left hand supporting the lid of the box and his right hand pressing against the wall, his muscles suddenly tensed.
That posture trapped the petite girl in the middle.
He was meeting her upturned face—the peak of her lips was only half a finger's distance from the bead of her lip, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes trembled between his lips.
She suddenly poked his chest with her fingertips and laughed in her throat: "Hey, your heartbeat is louder than a tractor..."
Her red lips opened and closed slightly, and the distance was so close that it seemed as if she had brushed his lips, and the wind she brought up gave him a surprisingly tingling sensation.
Huo Donglin finally smelled a faint smell of alcohol, "Have you been drinking?"
Before he could finish his words, she covered his mouth with her cold palm, and the ends of her hair brushed across her forearms with bulging veins.
The moist breath sprayed on his Adam's apple, startling him and shuddering: "No! I drank sweet grape juice! Do you want to taste it?"
The flickering candle wick cast a shadow on Huo Donglin's brow, and his black eyes gradually deepened, like a vicious wolf that had locked onto its little prey.
But Jiang Ningning was unaware of anything; the alcohol made her brain confused.
After a long time without a response, a layer of grievance appeared in her eyes, and her red lips pouted, "Do you want it?"
She was angry and tried to kick his bulging biceps, but was grabbed by the ankle instead.
The rough palm of his hand brushed against her cold ankle, causing her toes to curl up uncomfortably.
"How to taste it?" Huo Donglin heard his own voice and asked.
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