The people of Hong Kong City, thousands of miles away, once again realized the seriousness of the disaster, and it was when the Prime Minister personally went to the scene of the disaster area to serve as the commander-in-chief of the earthquake relief. The prime minister wept several times, and the people in Hong Kong in front of the TV also wept.

On the TV screen, Qiao's family also saw a star. Jolene didn't know what kind of big man this was, so she just heard her father muttering: "This kind of general-level hike into the disaster area, how serious is this!"

At that time, the official earthquake scale had not been revised to 8.0, and no one could have predicted that this would be the worst earthquake since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

On the third day of the earthquake, No. 2 Middle School organized donations. High school students are shy in their pockets, and most of them donate five or ten yuan to express their hearts, like Xu Na and Zhao Linlin, who have better family backgrounds, donated 100, but Qiao Lin, who has always been thrifty, unexpectedly donated 300, which is all the pocket money she has accumulated.

The life commissioner was surprised: "Why do you donate so much?"

Jolene replied truthfully: "I think that if I donate more, my brother will be safer." ”

If the logic of this statement is explained, it is probably to donate a little more money, more hope in the disaster area, and my brother can retire as soon as possible. Xu Na and Zhao Linlin didn't say a word, took out their wallets again, and donated all their pocket money.

Zhao Linlin still didn't get in touch with Su Su, so in order to hear the disaster relief news in time, she brought a radio to school so that she could listen to the radio during self-study.

On the evening of May 14, Zhao Linlin wrote a note to Qiao Lin: "15 airborne troops have successfully entered Mao County and have contacted the local government. ”

The children did not know that these 15 airborne troops, without any ground command and without any understanding of the ground situation, jumped from a height of more than 4,000 meters, which was no different from sending them to death. It was this earth-shattering jump that opened up the connection between Maoxian County and the outside world. Moreover, the sky has eyes, and none of these fifteen soldiers were killed or wounded.

Qiao Lin was also relieved, and replied, "Susu is about to have news." ”

Zhao Linlin waited anxiously, but Su Su's avatar was always gray. The number of casualties is increasing, but this number does not numb people, on the contrary, many news anchors weep silently when the death toll is broadcast. After all, those huge numbers are life!

In such an atmosphere, an old lady like Grandma Chenglin also stared at the TV every day, wiped her tears with the anchor, and lamented: "God is evil!"

Although everyone is concerned about the disaster area, the most anxious person in Jixianglu is definitely the Qiao family. Whenever Qiao Nan lost contact, Li Lanzhi was particularly afraid of receiving a call from an unfamiliar number, for fear that as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he would ask if it was Qiao Nan's family member. Such a formal beginning is bound to have a very bad result.

As a result, Li Lanzhi silently recited in her heart every day -- no news is good news! After his son withdraws, he will definitely use his mobile phone to make calls.

The clouds of the disaster area spread across the country, grief finally overcame fear, people forgot about the rumors, those tents disappeared, and everyone took action to do what they could.

Song Yizhi's mantra is "entrepreneurs' sense of social responsibility", his slogan is loud, and his action is also very strong. The Gangcheng Entrepreneurs Association raised a lot of materials, and he and several backbones served as representatives to send all these things to Sichuan.

When they were loading the car in the community, the baby who came back from school saw it, and she begged Uncle Song to wait for a while, she also had something to send over.

About a quarter of an hour later, the baby appeared downstairs, pulling a basket of dolls, and her mother pulling a cart of toys in the back. She pulled things under the big truck and said, "Uncle Song, these are the things I like."

Toys, give them to the children in Sichuan for me!"

Song Yizhi glanced at it and said, "These are all new, are you willing to give them away?"

"It's a little reluctant, but the children there don't have a home, and with these toys, they won't be alone. Also, there are a lot of brushes in there, and my mom used to say that if you draw something colorful, your dreams will become colorful!"

Song Yizhi leaned down and pinched her cheek lovingly: "Thank you, little friend Sun Jiaoyang, uncle must bring your heart!"

As soon as Song Yizhi set off, he received a call from Min Jia, who said that she was at the door of a big supermarket and asked him to bring a few more people over.

Song Yizhi was full of suspicion, and when he arrived at the door of the supermarket, he saw Min Jia and her good friend standing there, and there were ten boxes in front of them, looking at the packaging, they should all be female products.

The supermarket employee on the side was sweating profusely: "Ouch, this classmate bought all the sanitary napkins of this brand in our supermarket, and a few boxes of paper towels or something." We were very strange at first, but later we found out that she was going to be sent to the disaster area. ”

Song Yi thought to himself, sure enough, she is still a girl with a careful heart, how could she think of these things? But the car is already full, and there is really no place to install it.

Min Jia said: "Dad, everyone went to the disaster area to get food, so I think these things are more scarce than food. You don't know, it's embarrassing for a girl to not have these necessities. ”

Song Yizhi reloaded the car very decisively, and he hugged his daughter approvingly: "You are still delicate!"

Min Jia smiled lightly and said, "It was Min Rou who reminded me, and the money to buy these things was also made up by the two of us." She's been busy lately, but she's also very worried about the disaster area. ”

"My daughters are amazing! Daddy is proud of you. ”

"Daddy......"

"Huh?"

"The earthquake came so suddenly, and many of my peers lost their lives in an instant...... It's really sad. In comparison, none of the things I've encountered are nothing. Dad, in the future, I will cheer up, cherish life, and live a meaningful life. ”

Song Yizhi's eyes were full of expectation: "I believe...... My Song Yizhi's daughter, as long as you make up your mind, there is nothing that you can't do. ”

"Dad, stay safe!"

On the third day of Song Yizhi's departure, a week after the earthquake, Su Su's portrait finally became colorful. Because she was so excited, Zhao Linlin jumped up directly in class.

Before Jolene could persuade her, she saw that her expression was a little sluggish, and her phone fell to the ground.

Jolene picked up her phone and saw a line of words on the screen: "I'm Susu's mother." Su Su is gone, with a friend like you caring about her, she will not be afraid on the way to heaven. ”

Although she didn't know Su Susu, when Jolene saw this message, tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

The messages were sent one by one: "Su Su was found after being buried for four days, she went to the school where her father worked, and went to heaven with her father. So don't worry, Daddy will protect her. ”

"When she was rescued, she still had a painting in her hand that read 'For Linlin'...... This must be something very important to her...... Give me your address and I'll send it to you. ”

"Linlin, the college entrance examination is coming, go all out for your dreams, bring Susu's share with you, and Auntie will cheer for you. ”

Qiao Lin later saw the painting, two little girls, one petite and playful, the other round and cute, they stood hand in hand at the gate of the "Central Academy of Fine Arts", smiling brightly.

The following reads: "Move forward towards your dreams with Linlin! Gather in Beijing in September!200."

8/5/12. ”

Su Su's death became news. For us, it was just a few lines, but for the person involved, it was a fate that she could not rewrite.

Zhao Linlin locked herself in the bathroom and cried for a long time, Qiao Lin and Xu Na had been waiting for her outside, afraid that she would cry until she was physically exhausted, or do something stupid.

After Zhao Linlin came out, her eyes flashed with unprecedented firmness: "I must take the Central Academy of Fine Arts, if I don't ...... for one year, I will take the exam for two years, and if I can't do it for two years, I will for three years."

Jolene hugged her: "You can, you can." ”

Zhao Linlin cried again, the three good friends hugged each other, and the cry floated far away in the May wind.

On that day, the children of Jixianglu experienced the first National Memorial Day. At 2:28 p.m., a sharp air defense siren pierced the sky, cars on the road and ships on the sea honked their horns together, and everyone stood up to mourn in silence for the deceased compatriots.

Qiao Jianjun was at the wonton restaurant, and after a sigh, tears flowed down his cheeks, and Lao Dong next door and Grandma Cheng Lin in the supermarket also burst into tears unconsciously.

Sun Jiaoyang's children smashed their tears on the textbook. As the female overlord of Jixianglu Primary School, why did she cry when she didn't cry when she knocked out her front teeth in a fight with a boy? Even the boys who were competing with her for supremacy were crying profusely.

Zhao Leilei, who was still messing around in the second middle and junior high school, when he bowed his head in silence, remembered the two teammates who suddenly dropped off that day. He slapped himself in the face, filled with remorse: "Dude, I'm really sorry, I'm such a fucking bastard, I shouldn't have scolded you...... Your avatars are lit up, I still want to play Dota with you......"

Sun Ruiyang, who was far away in Beijing, Qiao Lu and Xu Wei who were far away in the United States, and Qiao Nan and Wen Jing, who were standing on the ruins, all bowed their heads and sobbed silently under the half-lowered national flag.

The second middle school did not unify to the playground for silent mourning, but held it in their respective classrooms. Because I knew in advance that there was going to be a moment of silence in that class, everyone was in a heavy mood. Jolene remembers very well that she sharpened the pencil with a knife, and as soon as the alarm sounded, she panicked, and the knife cut her hand and threw the pencil aside. The May sun shone on the table, shining on the unsharpened pencil and a little blood.

Jolene stared at the table, and a thought flashed through her mind - many lives were hastily buried under the rubble before they were finished.

As a result, the originally brilliant sunlight has also become distorted.

The silence was over, and they were just about to sit down, when a boy suddenly shouted at the back of the classroom: "Come on Sichuan! Come on China!"

Then four or five people shouted, and then the whole class shouted. The shouting was faster than the speed of light, and it quickly spread throughout the school, and the entire teaching building was a cry that shook the ground.

"Come on Sichuan! Come on China!"

It is thousands of miles away, and the vast majority of people in Hong Kong will never go to that place in their lifetime, let alone have anything to do with it. But when the disaster occurred there, the people of the port city wept, and the people of other places also wept.

In Jolene's view, people cry not because grief is contagious, but because ...... In essence, we all belong to the same kind of people, that is, Chinese.

Nation, Nation, Cohesion...... These words that appear in political textbooks are all alive. That disaster, which allowed the post-80s and post-90s generations in this country to grow overnight, not only left unforgettable pain, but also taught us one thing - the cohesion of our nation can really create miracles.

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