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Generally speaking, only Sima Fang can make such a big movement when he walks.

This woman has a heavy tonnage, the domineering momentum of two elephant legs, and she walks like a hurricane crossing the border, sweeping thousands of armies, which can create the immediate visual sense of the Tyrannosaurus rex in "Jurassic Park 2".

No one in the entire magazine dared to mess with her.

Because she said that whoever provokes her, she will sit on that person when she is not paying attention, and she is a human being, and she can't bear the weight of this life.

I looked back and saw Sima Fang sitting in a chair, crooked his neck quietly shopping for Taobao.

Then, the water on top of the boiler began to shake as if frightened.

I felt a little dizzy, the floor was shaking from side to side, it wasn't an illusion.

At this time, colleagues noticed something strange and looked at each other.

"Yo yo yo!" Che Zhen was the first to stand up and exclaimed, "It's an earthquake!" Hurry up, everyone! ”

"Earthquake?" After reacting, everyone rushed out of the office in an orderly manner.

Although Feng Yuqiang is a bit of a petty literati, at the critical moment, he still shows the temperament that a leader should have.

He immediately ran out of the office to maintain order, and when we were all out, he checked the office to make sure that no one was there, and then went downstairs alone.

"There was a big earthquake in Wenchuan!" A colleague received the latest message.

At this time, Brother Mei called over and cried his father and mother on the other end, saying that he couldn't get through to his parents, and he was afraid that something would happen to them.

I reassured her that she would be fine.

Just after comforting, Yin Deji called again, also crying dad and calling mother, I comforted again.

simply called everyone and summoned F4 and Mei Ge to meet in Beihai Park.

On the way, I received a call from Chen Fei, who said that she learned about the earthquake in my hometown as soon as possible and asked about the safety of my family.

I told her that she couldn't get through the phone and that the communication infrastructure might have been damaged, because the epicenter was far away from her hometown and it should be fine.

As soon as F4 met, Yin Deji yelled to buy a ticket and fly back.

Then, Brother Mei arrived, she said no, something must have happened at home, such a big earthquake, the small building at home that was already a dangerous house would definitely not survive.

I told them not to panic first, with a little scientific common sense, the epicenter is far away from their hometown, and it is unlikely to cause large-scale damage.

Lu Zejun and Geng Hao agreed.

By the evening, each of them had contacted their families and was safe and sound.

When disaster strikes, people think of the people closest to them first, and when the news of the hardest-hit areas spreads, we are shocked.

Only then did I realize that none of us could escape this catastrophe no matter what.

There is no difference between "us" and "them", and under the ruthless natural disasters, the insignificance and nobility of human beings are vividly displayed.

The torn, bloody picture makes us ponder.

Geng Hao said that he was going to the disaster area for disaster relief, and we each donated a few months' salary to Geng Hao, and he was responsible for getting in touch with a reliable public welfare organization and buying a few truckloads of relief materials into Sichuan.

Brother Mei said that she was going to go with Geng Hao.

Geng Hao glanced at her: "I'm here to help, do you think it's a trip?" Don't mess up if you don't have professional knowledge! ”

Brother Mei blushed and had no choice but to give up.

After Geng Hao came back from Wenchuan, he said that the situation there was not good, and our supplies were just a drop in the bucket.

He said he wanted to earn more money to help the victims there.

Now, I stand at the entrance of Mulong Village, piles of grassy ruins, like lonely graves of memory, burying people's pain and my past.

Looking up, the clouds and old trees in the mountains suddenly came to life and drilled into my head.

The avatar was shocked by electricity, and there was a sharp pain.

I crouched down, leaned against the hood of the car, and gasped ferociously.

When I opened my eyes, I was at peace: I have been to this place!

I must have been there, but the vision in my memory is blurry, and I still can't remember what I did here.

Park at the entrance of the village and follow the renovated concrete road towards the village.

On both sides of the road, the newly renovated exquisite townhouses have an indescribable sense of disobedience.

A little Tibetan girl looked at me intently, and the plateau red on her face was full of vitality and love.

I smiled at her.

She suddenly ran over: "Brother Xiaoyu! ”

I was taken aback and stared at her for a moment at a loss: "Hello, we ...... Do we know each other? ”

"I'm Mima, you forgot?" Her voice is childish and cute, with a slight local accent.

"Mima?" I looked at her face and was unimpressed.

"I have an elder brother named Pubu, and when there was a mudslide in the village that year, you and your friends came to help, have you forgotten? We also played hide and seek together. My brother even took you to the mountains to pick mushrooms. ”

"Oh, yes." I looked at the little girl in front of me suspiciously.

She took my hand and ran forward.

Arrived at that place: Mulong Village Elementary School.

We took a photo here, and according to them, the mudslide washed away the elementary school. Today, why is it still a pile of ruins.

Could it be that after all these years, the school has not been repaired?

On the playground, inside a row of dark blue simple tents, the sound of reading aloud can be heard.

"Mima, why hasn't the elementary school been repaired for so long?"

"The mudslide washed away the mudslide, it was repaired a long time ago, but the earthquake destroyed our school again." Mima lowered her head, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

I crouched down and helped her wipe her tears.

She pulled me up again and rushed into a tent.

I was standing in the back row, and the teacher on the podium was reading "Autumn Rain": "Autumn rain, there is a box of colorful paints. You see, it gave the yellow color to the ginkgo tree, and the yellow leaves were like a small fan, fanning away the summer heat. It gave the red to the maple tree, and the red maple leaves were like stamps, wafting wah, wah, wah ”

Her voice is smart and tactful, like a babbling stream on the plateau, just like the "Autumn Whisper" that year, which made me thrilling and out-of-body.

When she saw me, she didn't stop reading aloud until she finished reading the text, and then she said without being surprised: "Students, you should review by yourself first, recall what the autumn rain is like in your memory, and you can share it with you later." ”

I looked at her intently, except for the tiredness on my face, everything was exactly the same as the second she turned away from me.

The flood of time erases only the youthful face, but it can't erase the thoughts like maggots.

My tears slipped unconsciously, and in an instant, the lost, scattered fragments of memory seemed to be sucked into my brain by a giant vacuum cleaner, and they were reassembled.

Everything about my graduation trip miraculously fell back in my memory.

I think of our rejoicing along the way, of my intimate encounter with her in the dark, of our miraculous resurrection from the dead in a terrible mudslide, of the brothers and sisters Pubu and Mima, of the simple Tibetans, and of her attachment to this place.

She didn't stand up, she was in a wheelchair.

She came to me, smiled and asked, "You're here?" ”

"You're here."

"Hmm."

"Why?"

"Let's go out and talk."