Heart has a thousand knots

Chapter 28

Market.Fortunately, An An took a few days off because of a cold, and his father accompanied him to receive injections.In order to protect his grandson, the father was injured a little.The whole family lives in the temporary resettlement site.The eldest sister also called to report that she was safe.

(42) If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old

At night, lying in the tent, texted Jiang Qiuyue to report her safety.Less than a day after leaving her, I can't wait to take over my brain.The text message only has eight words: everything is fine, don't worry about it.

The magnitude of the earthquake has been revised to 8.0.The scene of devastation is unbearable to look at; the mournful cry is unbearable to listen to.When an old man surnamed Zhang saw his father, he called out "Uncle Shen", and his voice choked up.One of the old men who often faced each other under the yellow jue tree at the entrance of the alley has passed away.Rescuers raced against the clock and fought for a full three hours, but still failed to run the clock of his life.His family members, except his son and daughter-in-law who worked in other places, are all gone.

Earthquake!Uncle Zhang scolded.Old tears ran all over his face and wet his clothes.

God, it should be severely disabled, right?Deaf, blind, demented, heartless.

The life under the ruins is still struggling.Witnessing the grief of losing a loved one, I feel that the safety of the whole family is such a luxurious happiness.This kind of luck is obtained in the comparison with other people's misfortunes. Although it is unconscious, it makes people feel a kind of guilt in their hearts.

Landslides and collapses continued, and Yingxiu and Mao counties have become isolated islands.The living people waited for the aftershocks in the tents, straining their hearts to be spectators of the tragedy.

Unable to sit still any longer, I said to my father, I want to go out.My father thought I was going to Yingxiu, so he was anxious: The armed police can only walk into the mountain, what can you do?Add chaos!We also need help here.

Yes, excavators roar all day long, life and death are uncertain under the ruins; heart-piercing on the ruins.A living tragedy that tore nerves: a girl cried and wiped her mother's face: "Mom, wait a minute, wait until the car from the crematorium arrives and pick you up to see your father... a little boy of four or five years old, half His whole body was crushed and his neck could not turn. He said to his mother who was one meter away from him: Mom, I am in pain, help me!The mother could only cry incessantly, and then watched her son close his eyes... When the faint breath of life came from the bottom of the ruins, there was a surprise on the ground, and the surprise immediately fell into the deep valley: on the ruins, has it collapsed? Excavators can only speed up the speed of death... An old man in his seventies kept digging bricks with his bare hands until his flesh was bloody.Under the bricks, her grandson called her in a faint voice.The old man's tears dripped silently in the dust of the ruins.Three hours later, the grandson finally came out, but it was a corpse that had stopped breathing... The bodies of a mother and daughter hugged each other tightly, and the rescuers did not separate them, nor did they separate on the way to heaven... …

Death, the rising number, made the living lose their sense of fear.What makes people feel even more terrifying and heartbreaking is that some of the remains have not been claimed by anyone.

Disaster is no longer an imagination in words. Once it is so close to you that there is no distance, the sadness you feel in your heart is enough to make the words pale.Once again I found myself not strong enough inside.Facing the tragic scene, breathing the pungent smell made me suffocate and dizzy.

I went to the hospital, and I also went to the CDC, and found that the order inside was a bit chaotic.Medical staff and volunteers lack unified arrangements and coordination.I don't know what I can do, except what I can see and what I need to reach out.As for where people are needed and what needs to be done, no one told me.

In the corridor leading to the operating room in the Central Hospital, I saw an old man with blood on his face following the cart, crying.In the car lay a little girl, about three years old, with her eyes closed.The dusty hand is holding a hip-hop monkey that is also dusty.The door of the operating room was closed, and the old man refused to leave, so the nurse had to clean her wound on the spot.

"Yanmo, my good grandson..." the old man muttered absently.My footsteps are nailed to the ground and cannot be moved.Another sad story.

When he was rescued, the old man's wife had stopped breathing. In order to protect the mother-in-law and grandson, the wife was hit by a cement block.Now, the granddaughter is dying.

After the door of the operating room was opened, the expressions on the faces of the medical staff made the old man faint.

When I left the hospital, the old man followed her good grandson, and her Yan Mo left, suffering from a cerebral hemorrhage, and the rescue failed.

Looking up at the May sky in Dujiangyan, the sun hurts my eyes.In the end, I still couldn't stop the tears from attacking again.

After nightfall, the thoughts became more active.Walking out of the tent, facing the direction of Shanghai, I said: Yueyue, I miss you.Do you hear me... I dare not call her, I am afraid that in her voice, I will reveal my fragility and sadness.

Aftershocks continued, and sleep became worse and worse.I often get confused for half an hour, then wake up again, and it is difficult to fall asleep for a long time.

On the second morning of the national mourning, the 10-minute silence ended. In the temporary shelter, I picked up a piece of mineral water. My legs were a little numb, and I staggered. .

"Junior Sister?" I saw a pair of surprised eyes.Unexpectedly, at this time, here, I saw Lei Yunfei again.

Lei Yunfei is now a host on a TV station, and this time he is here for an interview.

"An exclusive interview for you?" Lei Yunfei asked for my opinion after briefly recounting the past, "Volunteers who came back from Shanghai, very good subject." My face turned red all of a sudden, I am neither a noble hero, Nor are they eligible volunteers.For those victims who have lost their loved ones, I cannot use professional knowledge to provide them with psychological intervention.Even, I am not as good as some of them. They can carry out active assistance activities to those who need rescue around them in a very short time after losing their loved ones.And I, insomnia every night, close my eyes, always unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.I think if I go on like this, I will become a burden to others.

"Take some time to read Xiaoshi." Lei Yunfei looked at me and said seriously, "She needs you as a friend very much now."

What happened to Xiaoshi?I looked puzzled.

"It seems that you don't know either," Lei Yunfei smiled wryly, "She and I agreed to divorce last year."

"Why?" I widened my eyes.

"She's a good woman." Lei Yunfei crossed his arms and tapped his arms with the microphone with one hand, "But, I can't make her happy. I can feel that she is not happy. Why don't you just let it go?" Her." I conceived for a long time, but couldn't say a word——Xiaoshi, are they divorced?

"My child, I'm only three years old..." Lei Yunfei hugged his head suddenly, his voice trembling, "It took a lot of effort to dig it out, but...it couldn't be saved..."

He stretched out his hand and placed it on Lei Yunfei's shoulder.All words of comfort are useless.

After a long time, Lei Yunfei calmed down and said: "Xiaoshi's parents have also left. The day before yesterday, after finishing the funeral, I sent her back to Chengdu. Junior sister, go and see her. You, you were so good before. In the past few years, she has been unable to contact you, and she often talks about it. The child's name is 'Nianmo'. I think, now, the person who can comfort her the most is you."

Someone greeted Lei Yunfei.Lei Yunfei left in a hurry.

In my ears, Lei Yunfei's words "The child's name is Nianmo" kept echoing.

Nianmo, Nianmo... In Sichuan dialect, the word "Nian" is often pronounced as "Yan".The old lady with blood on her face chasing the ambulance, the little girl with her eyes closed...

I laughed: In life, are there more coincidences or irony?After laughing, my mouth was full of salty taste.

(43) Things are people, not everything

I walked up to the second floor slowly and stood there for a while before I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

No one answered the door.Listen carefully, there is silence.

A head stuck out from the door, an old lady in her 60s, looked me up and down: "Sister, who are you looking for?" "Yang..." Before I finished speaking, she nodded: "Looking for Teacher Yang?" nod.

"I'm at home." The old lady came out and raised her hand to knock on Yang Xiaoshi's door, "Mr. Yang, I'm Madam Wang, open the door."

This old lady is very familiar.After thinking about it for a while, it turned out that it was the old lady dancing the baba dance I saw when I came last time, and invited me to her house to sit and wait for Xiaoshi.

"I haven't eaten for several days, I can't bear it." Madam Wang sighed and said in a low voice, "Okay, all of a sudden... which one can bear it."

The door opened, and the person who appeared in front of me was not Xiaoshi.Xiaoshi would not look like this - messy hair, pale cheeks, empty eyes...

However, I had to stare into her eyes again, restrain my heartbeat like a drum, and tell myself that she is Xiaoshi.

On the floor, clothes, books, broken wine glasses, wine... a mess.Madam Wang saw the untouched food on the table, and while tidying it up, she muttered, "Why don't you eat? How much, eat some..." She prepared the food and brought it over.

"Madam Wang, I don't need to bring food over from now on, I'll do it." When Madam Wang left, I said.

As soon as I entered the door, Xiaoshi didn't look up at me, she curled up on the sofa quietly, holding a pink hip-hop monkey in her arms.

The floor was cleaned, the clothes were washed and dried, and the sky darkened little by little.Open the refrigerator, it is empty.Go to the supermarket closest to the community to buy something, and hurry back.Xiaoshi still maintains that posture, letting the darkness swallow her loneliness.Turning on the light, her thin figure was projected on the wall, floating silently.