Zhao Yuan saw Lin Wenxi.
At first he only saw a hunched shadow. He thought he was overworked and hallucinating. He tried to persuade himself not to be blinded by emotions and to stay awake. Stay awake, he thought. When the shadow stood up and held several earthen jars in his hands, Zhao Yuan could even clearly see the crystal clear sweat dripping from his eyebrows. The owner of the shadow may have noticed something, and turned his face to look at Zhao Yuan. His face suddenly turned pale, so pale that the joy on his face was diluted. The earthen pot almost fell, and he hurriedly packed it up, not forgetting to smile at Zhao Yuan with joy and even happiness. Through the window of the wall, Zhao Yuan saw Lin Wenxi standing there behind the ruins, as if he had always stood there, from the very beginning to the very end, he stood there.
There were tears in Zhao Yuan's eyes. He rushed towards Lin Wenxi, but he staggered and fell to the ground sideways. Zhao Yuan touched the trembling earth, and the walls and soil in front of him fell one after another. Zhao Yuan ducked sideways and exclaimed "No" in despair.
The earth trembled and shuddered in pain, as if it could no longer bear the weight of a certain corner of the world. Such deep pain quickly hit Zhao Yuan's heart. He saw the broken wall, and the ash on the wall continued to vibrate. Large chunks of bricks fell like rain and tears, dust scattered in all directions, and Lin Wenxi's back disappeared behind the smoke in an instant.
Zhao Yuan found himself trapped in darkness, unable to see anything or hear any noise. After a long time, he heard someone commanding from a distance outside: "Two rescue comrades, a war reporter, the injured, and the ones just now The man who rushed in was blocked inside by five people."
"Everyone, evacuate to a safe location first"
The shaking continued. Zhao Yuan found a table, got under it, and faced an unknown wall with his back, tears streaming down his face.
"Wenxi" Zhao Yuan felt a tearing pain in his heart. He had never endured this kind of pain. If possible, he would rather die than endure such pain again.
Zhao Yuan called Lin Wenxi's name repeatedly. He felt that he still had many words that he had not said to Lin Wenxi. These words were in his heart every day like mosquitoes dormant in winter. Although he knew they were there, he never felt them deeply, nor did he feel them. Try to eliminate them. Naturally, over time, I became symbiotic with them. Now, at this moment, those mosquitoes seemed to have come to life as spring turned to summer, and there were thousands of them, showing their ferocious faces, and they attacked Zhao Yuan overwhelmingly with their claws and teeth bared. Zhao Yuan somewhat hated this feeling, as if he had been trying to disperse the dust in front of his eyes, but he could not get rid of these beasts that followed them everywhere. They were everywhere, all the time, and Zhao Yuan seemed to feel that they had chilled the previous winter with their ferocity. The cruelty doubled and retaliated against him at this moment, making him feel as if he was riddled with wounds in just a few seconds.
"Wenxi!" Zhao Yuan howled loudly. In the dark night, his voice sounded like a night owl, shrill and shrill.
A week ago, Lin Wenxi arrived in Dongchuan with the team. His task was to write a manuscript for the rescue frontline of the Dongchuan earthquake. On the one hand, it served as a record, and on the other hand, he had to contact his alma mater and the university joint department to provide the latest news. The disaster caused by the earthquake, the suffocation during the rescue, the joy of rescuing life, and the sadness of the death of loved ones are intertwined in this gray sky. Even if I have thousands of words in my chest at this moment, the color of those words is too green. Astringent, or colorful, unable to describe the world in front of you.
In addition to writing news, Lin Wenxi could only roll up his sleeves and carry a stretcher like other boys, but he couldn't do heavy work. He could only carry a stretcher specifically to carry children. However, when the task was urgent, he had to do it.
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sp; Lin Wenxi once struggled to carry a fat middle-aged woman, but he almost fell down. From then on, Lin Wenxi saved the effort. Lin Wenxi couldn't sit still, and while the medical team was busy, he chatted with each injured person one by one, listening to their stories, the stories of their families and friends, only then did he realize the joys and sorrows, and the true affection. Lin Wenxi inexplicably remembered that if he had just come here to play during the earthquake, would Zhao Yuan be worried about him and would he come here for him? He even wished that he was buried in the soil and that Zhao Yuan dug him out with his own hands. At a glance, besides seeing the sunshine of life, I saw Zhao Yuan's worried but happy smile. Lin Wenxi kept thinking about it, and while chatting with an injured person, he talked about the volunteers.
"Are you really volunteers here to help?" the man asked.
"Yes."
"You don't want a penny? Then what are you trying to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe in this way, we can find some meaning of life ourselves."
"The meaning of life, is that child the same?" the injured said with a wry smile, saying that he was from Xichuan and only suffered some injuries in the county. After receiving care, he followed a convoy to come east after all the hardships because he was worried about his relatives. Sichuan, who would have expected that on the first day in Dongchuan, there would be an aftershock and he would be injured by rocks.
Lin Wenxi thought of the aftershock that happened the day before yesterday. When he fell asleep in the earthquake-proof shed, it was like being shaken so hard by a stepmother in a cradle that his internal organs almost fell off. One of the volunteers who came with him was injured by a collapsed beam, but fortunately he was not seriously injured.
The injured man was very happy when he heard that Lin Wenxi was from Kio University. He said that the person carrying him on the stretcher was also from Kio University and his name was Zhao Yuan. He also mentioned that Zhao Yuan never seemed to take a break, and she was deeply impressed by how distressed the nurse girls were when she heard them say it.
"He's very handsome. He was carrying her. There was a girl who said that even if she got hurt, it was worth it. She said it was a gift from God to comfort her. You see what nonsense she was talking about."
Lin Wenxi was confused by concern and hurriedly asked about Zhao Yuan's situation. The injured person doubled the words that the girls said when they were looking sad and told Lin Wenxi, while raising his thumbs and praising Zhao Yuan.
At that time, Lin Wenxi was preparing to apply to go to Xichuan.
The ruins in front of us, the hard work of rescuers, the injured officers and soldiers, the sacrifices of volunteers and rescue team members are everywhere every day. Apart from the disaster areas that need to be reported, how can their stories be forgotten
Lin Wenxi chose to stay.
A few hours ago, Lin Wenxi heard a senior from his team holding a special walkie-talkie saying that alumni from Dongchuan were coming to support him. It seemed that there was one named Zhao Yuan, who should be coming to Hongxing Road.
Fool, Lin Wenxi laughed.
If the last child is rescued, he may no longer be needed here in Dongchuan. A few days later, although aftershocks continued, a large number of reporters and media people from regular newspapers had already flocked here. Lin Wenxi planned to go to the volunteer headquarters of Kio University overnight and apply to Nishikawa.
The injured child kept crying and it was not convenient to use a stretcher inside, so Lin Wenxi held the child and kept coaxing him.
During the aftershock, Lin Wenxi jumped up and threw the child to the rescuers in front. A piece of soil fell in front of him and he fainted.
What he remembered was the warmth of spring when Zhao Yuan held him in his arms when he jumped down from the building.