Evening Festival
by Li Qingyuan
About This Novel
Except for Lao Qin, everything in the ward is white: the walls, ceiling, curtains on both sides, the liftable hospital bed, and the radiator that continuously emits heat. Even the woman in the next bed is white and fat, like a pampered mature silkworm. The sheets and quilt were as white as snow, and the quilt was light, warm and comfortable. In comparison, the quilt at home was just a pile of dirty, rusty iron. Lao Qin was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and nestled uneasily on the snow-white hospital bed. He felt like an old dog that had gotten into a pile of cotton, enjoying treatment that he shouldn't have, and might be kicked out at any time. Through the clean window glass, he saw the bamboos and palm trees in the garden outside the ward building swaying wildly, and the roar of the north wind could be clearly heard. It must be very cold outside. Lao Qin thought of home.
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