In the global war of resistance in 2003, the young Xia Hanqing could not feel the "disaster" at all. She would talk to Chen Ping on the phone and listen to them tell them interesting stories about people in the village rushing to buy banlan root and drinking vinegar every day; she would know from Zhao Buliang that the students of Qianjin Primary School wash their hands with 84 disinfectant every day, but if they have a little headache and brain fever, they don't have to go to class immediately; she will also go to the park with her parents to play.

In that incident, most of the people in the water did not really realize that the Grim Reaper had come. When the atmosphere in the country is at its most tense, the streets near the water are still full of people.

A few years later, when the eyes of the people of the whole country focused on Xichuan, Xia Hanqing suddenly understood that it was also a kind of luck to be calm because of ignorance.

Time passed slowly, reports about the earthquake were constantly updated, truth and rumors flew together, Xia Hanqing didn't want to go to school, he was only willing to stay at home, wait for the TV report, and wait to watch the news on the computer.

Waiting, Mom and Dad called home.

Xia Hanyu silently accompanied her.

At two o'clock in the night of the 14th, the phone in Bi Aihua's room suddenly rang, Xia Hanqing ran out of his house directly, without wearing shoes, and knocked on the door desperately: "Grandma opened the door, did your mother call back?"

Zhao Buliang opened the door and let Xia Hanqing into the house, Bi Aihua pressed the speakerphone, and when the "Mom" came out of the phone, Xia Hanqing burst into tears: "Why not Mom?"

The voice was full of tiredness that could not be concealed, and Xia Hanqing knew that the person who spoke was his uncle Zhao Twelve.

"Uncle, uncle......"

Xia Hanqing wanted to say that her parents were in Xichuan, Xia Hanqing wanted to say that there was a terrible earthquake there, and Xia Hanqing wanted to say that she was very worried about her parents.

But she was so sad that she only knew how to cry.

When people are most helpless, they can't hold back their tears, whether they are children or twilight.

Hanqing didn't cry. Zhao Twelve comforted Xia Hanqing, and spoke to Bi Aihua again: "Mom, I'm in Xichuan, I will find my sister and brother-in-law as soon as possible, don't worry." ”

"Good, good ......" Bi Aihua, who has always been the most indifferent, completely lost that calmness at this time.

"It's not easy to communicate here, I'll ...... when the time comes. Earthquake again...... Mom, I'll hang up first. ”

The sound of "doodoo" sounded in the room, Zhao Buliang picked up the earpiece and put it down, and the room was suddenly quiet.

Bi Aihua leaned on the head of the bed, silent, Xia Hanqing was silent for a long time, and suddenly cried: "Why is it another earthquake, another earthquake......"

It was also said in the news that after the worst earthquake, there were many aftershocks, and the destructive power of aftershocks should not be underestimated.

Xia Hanyu couldn't do anything, so he could only hold his sister in his arms, let her cry, let her be sad, let her be exhausted, and finally fell asleep.

After this short call, there was a long loss of contact.

Television, radio, newspapers, networks, and all kinds of media are reporting on this incident, donating money, materials and blood are being organized everywhere, and Qianjin Primary School has also launched a donation campaign to show love to the disaster area. But Xia Hanqing no longer paid attention to all this, she only guarded the telephone, waiting for its ringtone to ring again.

I waited for a lot of phone calls, but I was always disappointed.

Sometimes it's Grandma Chen Ping, who asks if her parents have contacted the family, and sometimes it's Xia Wuyi's grandfather, who swears that her parents will be fine, and he calculated.

Xia Hanqing no longer believed in Xia's unintentional words: If the fortune teller is really spiritual, why, can't he calculate this crisis?

But Xia Hanqing also hopes that Xia has no intention of saying right.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the 17th, Xia Hanqing finally waited for a call from Xichuan.

Listening to the voice of her mother Zhao Hongsleeve, knowing that her father was also safe, Xia Hanqing didn't want to hear more, but shouted over and over again: "Come back, go home!"

It's like a crash.

The Xichuan earthquake did not break Zhao Hongsleeve, and the difficult more than 100 hours did not exhaust Zhao Hongsleeve, but her daughter's crying voice made her instantly lose control of her emotions.

Far away in her hometown, her daughter who hasn't seen her for four years, was still coquettish with her the day before, hoping that she would go home early, and then received the news of the Xichuan earthquake, these days, how anxious and worried should she be?

Many people like to say that "children are not sensible", and the more they talk, the more they hear, as if children are really not sensible. Perhaps, it is the sensitive heart that adults don't understand, hidden under the child's immature face.

The third call was on the 22nd, in which Zhao Hongsleeve told Xia Hanqing that she now has tents and supplies, and she is taking care of patients with her father Xia Jingyi. At this time, the communication in the disaster area has been basically restored, and it is no longer difficult to make phone calls. She went back to school and was already up to date.

Mom wouldn't tell her what kind of hardships she was going through, but the reporter would.

Collapsed and broken roads and bridges, undeliverable supplies, unprepared aftershocks, bloody wounds and ashes of corpses......

News programs are not the same as cartoons, they are not good at all. But Xia Hanqing stayed in front of the TV whenever he had time. She wanted to see her parents, she wanted to see her uncle. Perhaps, in the corner where the camera sweeps, there are their figures.

The search and rescue work gradually ended, the number of casualties slowly stopped renewing, the initial turmoil of the earthquake stabilized, and the post-disaster reconstruction work gradually began.

When schools began to reopen, Zhao Hongsleeve called back and told her daughter that she would not be able to go home until the summer vacation, and Xia Jingzhi was the same as her.

After experiencing a mental journey that seemed to be lost, Xia Hanqing became no longer anxious, she was able to talk to her mother very calmly, let her mother protect herself, safety first, and it didn't matter if she came back on the last day of summer vacation.

The campus where Zhao Hongsleeve teaches is in the mountains, a small basin surrounded by several mountains. She is the best high school teacher at Linshui Middle School, but she teaches elementary school here. On the day of the earthquake, she fled to an open field with her children, and no one in the school was injured, but all roads around the school were blocked by the earthquake. Without enough food and no bedding, she and a group of teachers struggled with the children to survive, and even went to catch the panicked wild boar.

On the night of the earthquake, Xia Jingzhi climbed over the obstacles to find her. The next day, they opened the road and walked out, and met people outside, only to know how terrible the earthquake was, just nearby, a village she had been to was flooded by falling rocks in an instant, and it was the only survivor who told her the news.

Except for the unfortunate village, the casualties around it were not heavy, and later data also showed that this was not the hardest hit area, but when the communication was interrupted and the road was blocked, it seemed to be stuck on an island. Fortunately, Xia Jingzhi was by her side.

met his brother Zhao 12 on the 17th, which was unexpected. With such a big disaster, the state will naturally send troops to the rescue. After not seeing each other for several years, reuniting in the disaster area, such a picture, Zhao Hongsleeve felt sad when he thought about it.

Do you regret teaching but don't leave when the year is up, but continue to stay for three years, do you regret it?

Do you regret this catastrophe that has claimed countless lives?

Zhao Hongsleeve later said to Bi Aihua very calmly: I am afraid, but I have no regrets.

At the end of July, Zhao Hongsleeve and Xia Jingzhi finally went home.