Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

Chapter 121: Warm scarf

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The aftershocks were equally turbulent. Almost after another violent shaking, another penthouse in the huge ancient temple collapsed, and other places that had collapsed became a complete ruin.

The host and the other monks just closed their eyes silently when they saw this scene.

Add a touch of solemnity to this bleak scene.

The peaceful Buddhist scriptures washed the hearts of people who had just gone through the disaster. Many people were gradually relieved of their fear of restlessness, but what followed was uncontrollable tears.

Everyone hugs each other, wives hug husbands, parents hug children, children hug the elderly, friends encourage and celebrate each other.

Grateful, just because they all survived.

Ou Qing was walking around with his mobile phone, looking for traces of the signal.

Fortunately, the earthquake did not destroy the signal tower, and weak signals can be felt close to the cliff.

He was immediately ecstatic, and quickly called the fire brigade, police, and emergency numbers.

But the earthquake affected not only the ancient temples, but the entire city of G, and possibly even places outside G city, all suffered from a natural disaster.

Although the incident took less than an hour, these state agencies must have long been messed up.

They may be overwhelmed by themselves, or they may have rushed out to rescue the victims, no one has the intention of answering this call for help.

When Ou Qing wanted to give up disappointedly, the firefighting number that had been dialed was connected, and there was a panting voice. The background was very noisy. It is not difficult to guess that the other party rushed to pick up the call on the way to save people. .

The other party did not have any greetings, only a straightforward command: "Hey, tell me your specific address, how many people are around, and are there any injuries? Don't talk nonsense, report everything to me carefully!"

At this time, one more second delay may miss a life that should have been saved.

Ou Qing was very cooperative, telling each other clearly and extremely calmly about their situation.

"We were trapped in the open space in front of the ancient Boshan Temple. There were 354 people trapped, 90 of whom were slightly injured and 26 were seriously injured. No one died. We requested rescue."

"So many people?" The firefighter on the other side of the phone was really utterly exclaimed, and then instinctively heaved a sigh of relief: "It's great."

The next moment he became serious again: "The aftershocks are not over yet, and the mountain roads are dangerous. Don't go down the mountain without permission. Please rest assured that we will send rescuers to rescue you."

"

Ok... "The word could not be sent out because the weak signal was interrupted.

Putting away the phone, Ou Qing looked back, and not surprisingly saw many people around him.

As early as the moment he found out that he was on the phone, many people immediately surrounded him and listened to the response of the rescuers on the opposite side with hope.

When the other party said that they would come to rescue them, everyone's tense expressions instantly relaxed, followed by uncontrollable joy.

"Great dad, we can go home in a while."

"Mommy, hold on, you will go to the hospital soon!"

"After I go back, I must take a good shower. The dust all over my body is so uncomfortable."

"Hi, don't touch my hand, I was injured when I dug the stone."

Everyone was talking in twitter, and with hope, the originally depressive atmosphere became much more relaxed.

The most obvious change is that the snacks around Qingqing have become more piled up.

No one is a fool, of course knowing that they can stay here safely, and none of them have died, they all rely on Qingqing.

A few men are very imposing, and one of them is even more difficult to provoke if they look coldly. Many people don't have the guts to approach them to thank them, so they simply change the target and give all the'thanks' to the Qingqing who seems the best to talk. .

Some people thanked them, some gave snacks and drinks, some gave valuable jewellery, and some even picked up their mobile phones and wanted to transfer money directly to Qingqing.

These people were all rejected by Qingqing, only verbal thanks and a small portion of snacks were left by Qingqing.

Saving people is an obligation, and you shouldn't ask for anything in return.

If Qingqing were not hungry and didn't want to eat the hard compressed biscuits that Wang Shuzhi brought, she would not take other snacks.

"Huh, so tired!" After all the wounded were finally bandaged, Wang Shuzhi sat beside Qingqing in sweat, too tired to stand up.

"Here you are." Qing Qing gave Wang Shuzhi a packet of spicy strips.

"Thank you sister." Wang Shuzhi was suddenly moved. He didn't expect to know that after less than two days, Qingqing knew that he loved spicy sticks.

In fact, he doesn't know anything at all, it's just that the blind cat met the dead mouse Qing Qing: "..."

The two sat together sharing snacks, blowing the wind from the mountain, ignoring their gray cheeks and messy hair.

"It's a bit cold." After rubbing his hands, Wang Shuzhi shivered.

There was only one beige senior sweater left on him, and that thin and warm down jacket was contributed. It was close to the end of the year, even if City G was in the south, the temperature was too cold.

"I'm cold too." No

Gu Lan, who knew when he was sitting on the other side of Qingqing, stretched out her palm that was a little stiff from the cold.

A pair of warm little hands stretched out and took Gu Lan's big cold hand.

Gu Lan twisted his eyebrows, trying to get rid of these little hands: "My hands are cold, don't get cold to you."

"It doesn't matter, Qingqing warms up his brother."

He let out a sigh of relief at Gu Lan's big hand, poking and poking in a posture of drilling a log to make fire, and after a while, it really heated Gu Lan's big hand.

"Okay." Holding Qingqing's hand, Gu Lan withdrew his own, subconsciously lowered his head and glanced, then his pupils shrank slightly.

He grabbed Qingqing's hands abruptly, and saw that there was dust and blood stains all over it, and there was no good place in his ten fingers.

These were the scars left by the time he dug a stone to save people. Not only Qing Qing, but Gu Lan and Ou Qing were also injured, but Qing Qing's hands were whiter and more delicate, making these injuries more shocking.

It makes people feel irritable just looking at it.

"Are there any mineral water and disinfectant?"

"There is a little left."

Wang Shuzhi also saw Qingqing's hand. While annoyed by his carelessness, he quickly pulled out a bottle of unopened mineral water and a few packs of alcohol cotton tablets from his bag.

These cotton pieces were originally used by Wang Shuzhi to wipe the ear studs, but now they are used separately.

He didn't bring much, and other people brought some stock medicines with disinfection effect, so he didn't turn out these few tablets.

It's just for Qingqing now.

"Can this be used by others?"

"Yes, it's all medicinal alcohol, which is universal for human body utensils."

Take two pieces of clean paper, pour clean water, and then clean the hands of Qingqing little by little. They are the wounds. You must not leave a little bit of sand, otherwise it will be easy to get infected.

"It hurts..." Qingqing is not a painful person.

I didn't feel much feeling when my hand was sore and numb just now. Now I was grasped by my hand, and the wound was touched all the time. Even though Gu Lan was already very careful and gentle, Qingqing still had tears in his eyes.

Especially afterwards, you have to use alcohol cotton pads to sterilize it. That irritation... directly caused Qing Qing to cry.

She burst into tears, struggling to withdraw her hand, and was stubbornly clasped, unable to withdraw it. In the end, she choked and choked until she was put on a hemostatic sticker.

"Don't cry." Gu Lan helplessly took the remaining clean tissues and gave her tears.

"I... hiccup, I want uncle." It seems that when he was three years old, the aggrieved Qingqing wanted to find Fu Heng.

It's best to throw him in his arms for comfort.

To kiss

Hug and hold it high can you not cry.

But she was wronged.

Rubbing Qingqing’s head, making her stray long hair even more messy, Gu Lan looked at the road leading down the mountain blankly, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "I don’t know what else Can't meet."

As long as they are not moved to an absolutely safe place, their danger will always exist.

He was afraid that they were too lucky to be able to go home alive.

As soon as his neck warmed, Gu Lan turned his head subconsciously, and saw that Qingqing's eyes were still with tears, the tip of his nose was red, and his tightly bound hands were still awkwardly wrapping herself with a scarf.

Wang Shuzhi pulled Ou Qing out from behind Qingqing, and he could see a circle of pink plush scarves around their necks.

You can see that it is the same at a glance.

Now after the scarf was wrapped around three people, the remaining end also fell on his neck.

Among the few of them, Qingqing was the only one wearing a long scarf. What Qingqing didn't want to wear was mainly because Gu Lan was worried that she would be cold, so he just surrounded her.

And now this scarf actually became a warm connection between them, and even Gu Lan had to sigh the magic of this fate.

He didn't refuse Qingqing's kindness, and worried that the scarf was not long enough.

Gu Lan tilted her upper body closer to Qingqing, and lowered her head so that she could surround herself.

The fluffy scarf is very warm, and it also carries the temperature of Qingqing's body, mixed with a light floral and fruity scent, which is Qingqing's favorite shower gel.

It smells very good, but also very comfortable, and the tension that makes people can't help but calm down.

As time passed by, the sky that hadn't been too early gradually darkened.

At night, the cold wind was so cold that everyone couldn't stop trembling, low and deep sobbing sounded, and some people couldn't help crying.

It's not going to work like this.

Gu Lan knew this well, he stood up, moved his stiff hands and feet, and walked to the host.

"We have to go to the temple to get some supplies out. Even if we don't get the other items, we have to bring out some warm items such as quilts or curtains, otherwise everyone can't stand it."

"But the aftermath has not passed yet."

Before the host spoke, a little monk sitting beside him spoke weakly.

He looked very young and didn't experience much. As a result, he was terribly frightened by the earthquake, and he had already broken his guts.

Even if his hands and feet were paralyzed by the cold, he refused to step into the temple any more.

Aftershocks will last for several days. If there is another aftershock after entering the temple, the house will collapse...

With a pale face, the little monk trembled all over, not knowing whether it was because of fear or the cold.