Chapter 52: Chronicle of the Sixties 12
In carriage No. 8, Gao Nanting lined up to receive dinner. The soldier who distributed the dinner even looked at him deliberately and gave him an extra steamed bun.
Zhong Hansong leaned against the wall of the carriage, eating the steamed bun in his hand in small bites.
The two of them sat on their own sides and had almost no communication throughout the whole process.
For a young man in his twenties, two steamed buns for a meal are really not enough. In just a few minutes, Gao Nanting finished the steamed buns in his hand.
Gao Nanting touched his still empty stomach, but he didn't care as he was used to being hungry. He lifted the curtain and saw that everyone was wolfing down the steamed buns.
Gao Nanting moved his body and leaned close to Zhong Hansong and whispered softly, "Grandpa, how do you feel now? Can you bear it?"
Zhong Hansong was also shocked when he first saw his grandson. Instead of staying in Shanghai, the child became a labor camp prisoner.
The old man was so angry that he wanted to whip this troublesome descendant to death.
When I calmed down and thought about it, I felt sad and worried about my eldest grandson.
Since his daughter died of a serious illness, his cheap son-in-law found a divorced woman with a child.
As the saying goes, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. This child is not liked by the couple in that family. He has been living in poverty for the past few years without being loved by his father or mother.
Pretending to cough, Zhong Hansong patted his grandson's arm soothingly. His voice was so low that Gao Nanting had to get closer to hear it clearly.
"It's okay. I took some medicine and had an injection, and I feel much better now."
After carefully observing the old man's expression for a while, Gao Nanting finally let go of his worries.
When he thought about the girl he liked, who was a kind-hearted girl, who not only cured his grandfather but also took good care of him without fear of the risk of infection, he couldn't help feeling sweet in his heart, and the corners of his lips, which were originally tense, would rise from time to time.
When he saw the girl he had been thinking about day and night standing in front of him, Gao Nanting still looked up at Feng Wu foolishly, not daring to blink, for fear that he would not be able to find her when he opened his eyes again.
Two soldiers with guns followed behind her. Feng Wu didn't say anything, but just blinked at the stunned man, with a warmth in her eyes that she herself didn't even notice.
Gao Nanting was dizzy from Feng Wu's flirtatious glances. He tried hard to suppress the cough caused by choking on his saliva. He sat there at a loss, like a wooden stake.
What does that mean? Winking at me, is he attracted to me? Of course, I'm a well-known and popular figure in the compound!
Gao Nanting began to imagine various plots in his mind.
After asking some medical questions, Feng Wu helped the old man tidy up his quilt, then stood up and said to the soldier behind him, "The patient is recovering well. He just needs to remain isolated."
The soldier nodded to show that he understood and said he would convey this to Battalion Commander Huang.
Feng Wu came and went in a hurry. She left carriage No. 8 after only a few minutes. In everyone's mind, Feng Wu successfully played the role of a dedicated nurse.
"Come back to your senses. The nurse has left, why are you still standing there like an idiot?" Zhong Hansong glared at his useless grandson in annoyance. He didn't know how to behave well when the nurse was around, and now he is standing there like a man waiting for his wife, which is really hurtful to the eyes.
No wonder a twenty-year-old guy has never seen a partner.
Gao Nanting's back collapsed instantly after being hit by his own grandfather. This was really his own grandfather. Was it necessary to be so obvious about gloating?
This was not too sudden for him, and he was not able to recover for a while. The next time he met someone, he would definitely not lose face like this.
If Grandpa Zhong knew that his eldest grandson was so confident, he would definitely laugh at his grandson. The old man had already remembered the useless look of this guy who almost drooled when he saw a female comrade just now.
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The train stopped and started along the way. Four days later, it had entered the northernmost province of H. The area here is vast and sparsely populated. There were almost no people wherever the train passed. There were only vast fields or lush forests.
In November, H Province was covered with a layer of knee-thick snow early on. The temperature in the sealed car was close to minus ten degrees Celsius. The large iron stove in the car was also burning coal, and everyone sat around the stove to warm their hands.
Feng Wu hasn't had the chance to see Grandpa Song and the others these days. Fortunately, Feng Wu had spent half a month helping them to recuperate. They can endure this little bit of torture on the road by gritting their teeth.
After eating steamed buns and soybean soup for several days, Fengwu's stomach is about to sour.
Listening to the north wind whistling outside the carriage, the train suddenly slowed down.
Another temporary stop?
Feng Wu stamped his frozen feet. Not long after the train stopped, the door of the carriage was opened from the outside.
There was no one around here and no bus stop in sight, so everyone was hesitant about whether to get off the train to rest.
After all, it is really cold outside, and it only takes a blink of an eye for water to turn into ice.
Huang Lianyun, wearing a Lei Feng hat, a thick military coat and velvet leather boots, stood on the open snowy ground, holding a large green loudspeaker and shouting into the carriage.
"Due to a snowstorm in the next two days, the train can't move. There's an abandoned factory twenty kilometers ahead. All the staff and prisoners on the train must walk twenty kilometers to the factory to keep out the cold. The train can only move after the snowstorm passes. Okay, everyone, pack your bags as quickly as possible. We'll try to get to the factory before dark."
The environment in the north is cold and harsh. Just by standing at the door of the carriage, everyone can feel the power of minus twenty degrees Celsius. They all stopped arguing and had to obey orders if they didn't want to starve or freeze.
In such a cold environment, people can really freeze to death.
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