North Wudang Mountain

Yun Song has passed the year of ear shun. In the past few years, I can feel the impact of the old injuries in my early years, and when it rains, those injured areas are always faintly painful, and I can only feel more comfortable by hammering them with my hands.

"Senior brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it soon. Anyway, I have to go down the mountain and go to Tangshan. There is such a big disaster in Tangshan this time, I am afraid that Jinfei and Jincheng will always have to go to see it. "Yun Song is no longer as crisp as when he was in his prime, and his speech is also verbose, and it is easier and easier to recall the past, and he is also sad and pessimistic.

"Okay, senior brother won't stop you. It's good to put your mind to it. Yun Hui heard all kinds of meanings from the radio, and always felt that there would be a big change. I believe that Yun Song should be fine if he goes for a run.

When Yunsong arrived in Tangshan, it was already the end of the disaster relief. It's no longer a rescue, it's more about enduring grief and cleaning up the rubble. It's really ruins

Yun Song only listened to the radio and knew that there was an earthquake here, and he also knew that he was calling on the people of the whole country to support. But until you get to the ground, you can never imagine what the scene will be.

The railroad is like a twisted flower, the highway is cracked, and there is no living house to be found. Except for those who have fallen, they have fallen halfway.

People were still beating with sticks, stopping and listening carefully every few times. Repeat it a few times, and if you don't respond, you will leave disappointed. Change places and continue this action.

The roads were cleared by the People's Liberation Army, and most of them came and went by the People's Liberation Army. They must have not rested for a few days and nights, and Yun Song could tell that they were tired. Purely supported by a spirit, I always hope that if I hold on for a little longer, it will be possible to produce some living people.

It's been seven or eight days, and Yun Song feels that even he may not be able to survive buried in the ruins.

"Daoist, what are you doing, don't go inside anymore and aftershocks. Go to the shed in the center of the city, the country will not give up Tangshan, and the people will not give up Tangshan" A People's Liberation Army saw Yun Song walking all the way to the ruins, so he quickly drank him.

"My family was originally here, and I heard about it in the view, and I wanted to come and have a look. If there is a grandparent alive, I have to raise him. "Yun Song is grateful to the PLA, really. Speaking of which, he is really from Tangshan. This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the PLA did not suspect him of bad intentions, but was worried about his safety.

Yun Song saw the big jujube trees from a distance, and they also fell crookedly. This is Zaoying Hutong.

"The troops searched for several days, and there was no response below. Don't be sad, maybe you can find your relatives in the tent of the wounded. ”

Yun Song didn't respond. He stood in the former courtyard and listened intently.

There was no trace of the yard anymore, just a piece of collapsed bricks and dirt, and smashed household belongings.

"Huh" Yun Song could hear a faint breathing sound below. There are still people alive

Yun Song couldn't care about the People's Liberation Army anymore. He thought that he was the descendant of Jinfei Jincheng, and now he was buried underneath, and it was possible to live.

Yun Song climbed to the ground, feeling the approximate location of the sound of breathing, and carefully moved the masonry pressed on it.

Indeed, the sound of breathing could be heard clearly by Yun Song.

The People's Liberation Army was originally passing by, but looking at Yun Song's appearance, he thought he was uncomfortable. But later, he found that the Taoist priest's movements seemed to have discovered something, and his hands were getting faster and faster. He leaned over too.

"What's wrong with someone"

"It's like someone I started thinking that I don't care if I live or die, I have to see the face of the descendants. But when you open it, you can hear the sound of breathing. You listen."

The People's Liberation Army also picked up the ground, with bricks on their ears, and listened carefully to whether there were really people alive

The two looked at each other, both with delighted faces.

Pulled out. Like a husband and wife, bent over and hugged each other tightly, and below them was a boy of five or six years old. There are also ups and downs.

"Pick up the child alive and quickly. "The People's Liberation Army first went to break the hands of the husband and wife, like pulling the two apart, so that the child could be taken out. found that he couldn't pull away from the couple he was hugging at all.

"When I died, I was still worried that my son would let me come" Yun Song didn't break it, nor did he pull it, just holding one in one hand and slowly moving away.

"Rest in peace, you child, I raised it" Yun Song silently recited the Taoist scriptures, he didn't dare to speak, I don't know if he will be questioned.

The child woke up, and it took a little more than a day to wake up. The People's Liberation Army told the doctor that Yun Song was the child's elder, which saved Yun Song from having to explain.

Yun Song touched the root bones of this child, a very good seedling, Jinfei Jincheng can't compare. He thought about raising this child himself, and this is a good inheritor.

The child's eyes are rolling slightly, and he knows that he is smart at a glance.

"What's your name?"

"Chen Cheng. ”

"How old are you?"

"Six years old. Is it that all the people in my family are dead, and no one cares about me?"

"Your father and mother are very great, I will take care of you after I save you. No, no."

"Is there any sugar?"

"Yes, there is" Yun Song was happy, he didn't expect that he would fool the inheritor in this way.

Feng Di met Zhao Renfeng again when he was worshipping in the main square.

The three guiding lights went out in the same year, and people felt as if they had lost their way in their hearts, and they suddenly felt lost. The moment the radio came, almost everyone who heard it cried bitterly.

There is no way for people to vent their grief anymore. Different forms of worship activities have been organized in various localities.

Feng Di now belongs to the villagers of Guishan Forest Farm, and his household registration is like this anyway. He was walking in line with the queue of villagers in the forest farm when he suddenly heard someone calling out to him softly.

"Xiaodi, you are also back to the city" Zhao Renfeng squeezed forward and squeezed side by side with Feng Di after seeing Feng Di.

"Well, I didn't go back when I came back from an accident at home. You came back that year."

"I also heard from my father about that. Alas, unexpectedly, that Tang Jianguo heard that he committed suicide, which can be regarded as retribution. I've been back for three years, and I've been in my dad's class. Ren Rui went to work in the cotton mill. What about you?"

"I didn't do anything for a while. Feng Di was also happy to see Zhao Renfeng. It's just that such an occasion is not suitable for expressing one's own thread.

"Don't talk like you two talk about it, put the focus on the village" No, someone will scold you later.

Feng Di was notified by the security director to come to the main square to worship. This time, all neighborhood committees and villages will set up mourning halls for everyone to worship, and they don't necessarily all come to the big square. I didn't expect to meet Zhao Renfeng.

Zhao Renfeng also noticed the woman next to Feng Di, who was very familiar and beautiful. It's just that the occasion is not appropriate, so I didn't ask much. The two followed the crowd and began to mourn and bow.

The whole of Wuhan, it should be said that the whole country is in mourning. Everyone's feelings are sincere, sadness comes from the heart, and tears flow with it.

After Feng Di finished worshipping with the team, he could no longer see Zhao Renfeng's shadow. But he can't leave the team, and he needs to follow all the way back.

I think I haven't seen the third uncle for a few years, and I'll see you when I go to see the elders. I didn't look for Zhao Renfeng again and went back.

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