Chapter 147 The Little House
Lu Shuangshuang's suggestion was approved by Sun Hong.
Sun Hong felt uncomfortable having Song Lubai stay with her in the ward.
“I’m an adult and I can take care of myself. I feel much better after sweating. You’ll definitely not sleep well if you squeeze in here with me tonight, and you’ll catch a cold soon because of my antics. So don’t stay here tonight, come back tomorrow morning.”
Lu Shuangshuang's eyes held an overly expectant look, which Song Lubai found amusing.
After listening to their persuasion for a while, she finally agreed.
She was certain that Lu Shuangshuang's enthusiasm was not without ulterior motives. She didn't plan to spend the night at the place Lu Shuangshuang mentioned. After finding out what Lu Shuangshuang was up to, she would come back and squeeze in with Sun Hong.
Hearing that she had agreed, Lu Shuangshuang was relieved.
“I caught a cold these past two days, but I’m afraid to take any medicine because I’m worried about getting pregnant. Sister Huijun said that taking medicine during pregnancy is bad for the baby. I just saw a doctor, but my symptoms are mild and the doctor didn’t recommend taking any medicine. I’ll just keep warm and see if I can recover on my own.”
The older woman in the bed next to me in the ward said, "There's no need to be so particular. You still have to take your medicine. A cold and fever aren't serious illnesses. You can get better with some medicine. Don't delay."
While the conversation was going on in the ward, a nurse came in, overheard a bit, and said, "Has any of you studied medicine?"
Everyone shook their heads.
The nurse said, "If you haven't even studied it, why are you listening to the doctor? Otherwise, what are the doctors in the hospital for?"
The woman next to her was unconvinced, "What's wrong with taking some cold medicine while pregnant? What serious problem could it cause?"
The nurse didn't know as much as the doctor, but she had seen pregnant women miscarry early in life. She couldn't pinpoint the cause, but it might be related to medication.
The nurse said to Lu Shuangshuang, "Don't listen to others, just listen to the doctor. If the doctor says not to take it, then don't take the medicine. I've seen miscarriages and babies born with problems. It's possible that they were all related to taking the medicine."
Lu Shuangshuang nodded, "I understand."
After the nurse left, Song Lubai asked Lu Shuangshuang, "You're all better now at the hospital, why aren't you going back to the company?"
Lu Shuangshuang had already prepared an excuse.
She said casually, "The hospital can't tell if I'm pregnant yet. I heard from others that there's an old barefoot doctor in the company who's very accurate at taking pulses. It's a bit late to go now. I'll go see him tomorrow. Besides, there's no bus back to the company right now. If I walk back, it will be dark by then."
The 25th Company was the farthest from the headquarters. Without tractors or bicycles, it was extremely inconvenient to travel back and forth.
Lu Shuangshuang's words sounded perfectly reasonable, but Song Lubai felt that every glance she gave her and every word she uttered was purposeful.
This premonition was too strong.
Lu Shuangshuang took Song Lubai's hand and said, "Come on, let's go check out that house first. If there's a stove, we can go out and gather some firewood, otherwise it'll be unbearably cold at night."
It was still light out, and Song Lubai wanted to check things out, so she followed her lead and was pulled away by her.
The house was less than a kilometer from the hospital, located between the school and a field, behind the school. It was a gray mud-brick house standing there all alone.
"What does your friend do? Which production team does that farmland belong to?"
Lu Shuangshuang said, "He is from the Seed Improvement Company. Most of the vegetables we ate before were grown by the Seed Improvement Company. Other companies are better off than our 25th Company. When it gets cold, there is not much work to do, unlike us, who still have to dig the irrigation canal."
“She took leave to go back to her hometown to visit relatives, and left the key with me.”
Song Lubai didn't know which of her words were true, so she stood behind her and watched warily as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
She held the dagger Li Guangming had given her in her sleeve.
She always carries a dagger with her whenever she goes out. She doesn't know if she would dare to stab someone with the dagger if danger arises, but she feels safe carrying it with her.
The adobe walls were inlaid with fine straw fragments, and the inner walls were just as dilapidated as the outer ones.
Inside the room was a small bed that wasn't very wide. The sheets and mattress on the bed were old, and a large cotton quilt was spread on top of it.
There was a stove in the middle of the room, and next to it was a broken wooden basin containing a little firewood and some coal, which seemed enough for the two of them to get through the night.
Lu Shuangshuang exclaimed with delight, "We don't have to freeze tonight!"
Song Lubai stood outside the door, looking at the furnishings inside. She felt that the house didn't seem to be inhabited regularly. There wasn't even a bowl on the broken wooden table, but there was coal next to the stove.
Having made up her mind, Song Lubai said to Lu Shuangshuang, "You pack first, I'm going to a restaurant to eat. I didn't eat lunch. I'll be back after I finish eating. If it gets dark, don't wait for me. Lock the door before I get back."
Lu Shuangshuang opened her mouth as if to say, "You're the only one who's hungry! Don't I need to eat? Why should I clean up all by myself?"
But thinking of her purpose today, she could only force a smile, "Okay, don't stay up too late, it's cold at night."
Song Lubai waved her hand: "Don't worry, I'll definitely be back once you've heated up the house."
After Song Lubai left, Lu Shuangshuang sat on a small stool and started to light the stove.
The room was as cold as an icebox; her hands were so stiff they were frozen like chicken feet.
How can we survive in this weather without a stove?
The smoke was unbearable, and she still hadn't managed to get the fire going by nightfall. Thinking about her purpose for tonight, she stood up angrily, cursing, "Am I your servant? You fucking made me light a fire! After tonight, will you still be able to laugh?"
Lu Shuangshuang once lived in this house.
This wasn't the place she told Song Lubai was her friend's place at all; it was actually Zhang Jian's territory, which he had brought her here twice before.
This place is a bit remote. In front is the school cafeteria, which is deserted at night. Behind it is a large, deserted field, so no matter what noises you make at night, no one will hear you.
Lu Shuangshuang went outside, looked around, and then left the door slightly ajar.
She was afraid that if Song Lubai came back and saw the door was locked, she would run away.
Then all the effort she put into getting that person here today would have been wasted.
It was already dark. Song Lubai, who had just enjoyed a delicious meal of meat dumplings at the restaurant, was sitting behind a large stone pier on the side of the school, feeling hot all over.
If you want to get from the mud-brick house to the farm headquarters, this is the only way.
She didn't believe that Lu Shuangshuang simply wanted to make her more comfortable to sleep.
She'll stay here and keep watch for a while. If Lu Shuangshuang doesn't make any move, she'll go back to the health center.
When Song Lubai was feeling bored, Lu Shuangshuang's figure came into view.
Between following and not following, she chose to stay put for a while.
Lu Shuangshuang will definitely come back.
If she follows, her footsteps will definitely make noise, and she might just notice.
What is Lu Shuangshuang doing out there now?
Song Lubai felt a little excited, thinking that she was about to catch Lu Shuangshuang by the tail.
If she behaves herself and doesn't cause trouble, she'll consider it a mistake she made before; but if she tries to harm her...
snort!
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