长途车带着张春荣的焦虑不急不慢地朝日照驶去,柏油马路上没有留下任何痕迹,然而一些遥远的记忆却随着车轮的前进越发清晰。凛冽的风呼啸着,击打着窗户“吱吱”作响。走廊里,成义华紧张地走来走去,手搓得通红,不时地向紧闭的手术室的门那边张望。姐夫刘加宝呆坐在走廊的长椅上,抽着闷烟。此时此刻,手术室外的那个 Long-distance car with Zhang Chunrong anxiously hurried toward the sun, no traces left on the asphalt road, but some distant memory but with the wheel forward clearer. Cold wind whistling, hit the window “creak ” sound. In the corridor, Cheng Yihua nervously walked around and rubbed his hand from time to time looking out to the closed door of the operating room. Her husband Liu Jia Bao sitting in the corridor on the bench, smoking smokes. At this moment, the one outside the surgery