At present, it is still very difficult to get to the hardest-hit areas, most of the roads have not been cleared due to landslides, and many rescue troops have ventured over the mountains to enter on foot.

"It's raining again, and the weather is terrible." The editor said, "When it rains, it is easy to landslide, and it is even worse." ”

She brought a notebook and found that the hotel's broadband was unobstructed, so she went online to check the geographical location of the hardest-hit areas, as well as a very brief report sent back by a reporter who ventured to follow the rescue force into the disaster area. Looking at the latest pictures in front of her, she felt very uncomfortable in her stomach, and then she remembered that she had forgotten to eat dinner, but it was late, and she didn't want to eat anything, so she watched the computer and forced herself to sleep.

It had been raining outside the window, and she slept in a daze. I had a lot of dreams, but they were all fragments, blurry, blurry, intermittently waking up, waking up, waking up, waking up in a cold sweat. Maybe it was because she couldn't sleep well because of the change of environment, and finally she was suddenly woken up by a strong shaking: aftershocks!

It's really an aftershock! The windows were rattling, and the water glasses on the table were shaking violently in the dim light of the sleeplights. Before she could react, the lights of the residential building outside were all on, the hotel's fire alarm sounded sharply, and the waiter in the corridor was already shouting: "Aftershock!" Come on! ”

Many guests ran downstairs in a panic in their pajamas, and Du Xiaosu still remembered to bring a camera and laptop. In the early hours of the morning, hundreds of people suddenly poured out of the streets, and all the people from nearby residential buildings came down, bringing their families with them. Everyone was in shock, standing in the streets, some children were crying, and some were cursing. It was only then that her heart began to beat wildly, so fast and fast that she thought, probably frightened.

Standing under the hotel until about three o'clock in the morning, the earth was silent, as if it was just stretching out inadvertently in its sleep. Only by being in the scene can we know that in front of nature, people are so weak and powerless. The people on the road gradually dispersed, and the hotel waiter came to persuade the guests to go back to sleep. Du Xiaosu was originally not afraid of heaven and earth, and he had to go to the hardest hit area, so sooner or later he had to adapt to such a situation, so he was the first to run back to the room and fall asleep.

It was only in the morning that she learned that the aftershocks that had struck in the early hours of the morning were the largest since the earthquake, and that roads leading to several towns had been affected, and that landslides and landslides had interrupted the roads that had just been repaired, including the road to her destination. But Du Xiaosu still did not hesitate. Colleagues helped her make countless phone calls before she found an off-road vehicle that she was willing to go to. It is said that the car is chartered by volunteers, but there is still a place to pick her up.

As soon as she got in the car, she felt that it was a coincidence, because she happened to meet the person who was helping her carry her luggage at the airport. He also had two companions, three big men in a row, leaving the co-pilot's seat to her. The back seat of the car was stuffed with substances, mostly medicines, as well as tents and canvas that were in short supply in the disaster area. The man was also surprised to see her: "Ah, what a coincidence! ”

It was quite a coincidence, so after a brief chat, Du Xiaosu knew that his surname was Meng and he was a volunteer from Beijing.

After a two-hour drive, the mountain road has already begun to be rough and difficult, and along the way, there are constantly confronted with convoys for disaster relief or ambulances transporting the wounded. The road was very narrow, and in some places there were large rocks, so you had to make a careful detour. The further you walked, the steeper it became, and there were small rockfalls on the hill that made a loud noise on the roof. The crash plane drove cautiously, constantly cursing God in dialect. After walking for a long time, I suddenly saw a traffic policeman, who stood at the most steep curve and commanded the car. The traffic policeman was wearing a dusty police safety helmet, and there was an equally dusty police motorcycle parked not far behind him, his appearance was exhausted, and his gestures were not strong, but most of the disaster relief vehicles were able to pass quickly under his command, and when their cars drove by, Du Xiaosu raised the camera through the window and photographed the unsung hero who insisted on his post. Near noon, the car came to a slightly open place, so the driver stopped the car for a while. It was convenient for the driver to go to the river under the roadbed, and Du Xiaosu also got out of the car to move his numb legs. She felt nothing but heartburn, so she took a piece of chocolate and forced herself to swallow it. The three volunteers didn't get out of the car, they sat in the car and ate bread for lunch. The driver came back and swallowed a bread in two bites, then asked Du Xiaosu to get in the car and said, "Let's go." He looked at the sky and muttered, "A turtle son!" ”

The road was still bumpy, and Du Xiaosu began to have a headache, perhaps because he didn't sleep well yesterday. I went back to my room at three o'clock in the morning to sleep, and I got up again at six o'clock in the morning, and I really didn't sleep well. The car was still going around the mountain road, and she was also in a daze for a while, but she didn't fall asleep, but she closed her eyes for a while, and was suddenly awakened by the terrible sound of the whistle.

As the car drove around the mountain road, and the mobile phone signal was up and down, she tried to send another text message to Shao Zhenrong, but still didn't tell him that she had come to Sichuan, just wrote: "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Du Xiaosu has never been able to think about how he received that call that day, but he always remembers that vague and scattered fragments do not become memories, just like a tsunami, coming from mountains and seas. No, no, it wasn't a tsunami, it was an earthquake, an earthquake that shattered the heavens and the earth, and all the mountains in this world collapsed, and all the cities in this world collapsed, and she was buried there, under the ruins of several hundred meters, and she could never turn over. Her soul stays forever in that dark place, with no light, no future. All the lights of hope were extinguished at that moment, all eyes were blinded at that moment, all the gods and Buddhas, all were extinguished, only at that moment.

The call was from a director of Shao Zhenrong Hospital, her mobile phone signal was very bad, she was still in the car at the time, the call was intermittent, there were always a few seconds in between, mixed with a lot of noise. The voice on the other end was buzzing, and she heard it many times before she understood that something had happened to Shao Zhenrong.

From the beginning to the end, she only asked one sentence: "Where is he?" ”

She doesn't remember everything that day, and she doesn't remember what the phone call was answered. It's like a broken camera, except for the blink of a flash, everything is blank. She only remembered that she was crazy and wanted to go back to Chengdu, she talked upside down, and she didn't know if the people in the same car understood. But the driver immediately stopped the car, and they helped her stop the car, one by one, speeding in front of her, she couldn't think of anything, and she didn't even shed a tear. Finally they stopped a pickup truck, and the cab was full of people, all women and children, and some people were wrapped in bloody bandages. Without the slightest hesitation, she climbed into the back box to sit, and the volunteer surnamed Meng was very uneasy, hurriedly took out a ballpoint pen and wrote a number in her palm: "If you encounter difficulties, you can call this number." His surname is Li, and you say that it was Meng Heping who asked you to find him. ”

She didn't even have time to say thank you before the van started. The volunteer, Meng Heping, the driver, and his companion were standing on the side of the road, gradually disappearing from view. She had never felt that time had passed so slowly, so slowly. The truck was driving on a winding mountain road, and she sat in the carriage, so torn that she could only cling to the pillar with her hands, which was the railing of the carriage. The wind blew her hair on her face, and it hurt a lot, but she didn't cry.

She didn't cry all the time. By the time we arrived at Shuangliu Airport, it was already dark. She rushed to all the counters and asked, "Do you have a ticket to Shanghai?" ”

Everyone shook their heads at her, she asked one by one, everyone shook their heads at her, until they were desperate, but she didn't cry. Flights are irregular, except for those transporting rescue personnel and materials, all flights are delayed, and the flights to other places are currently full. There's no way for her to go back, there's no way for her. She put her head on the counter in despair, her palms were sweaty, and she suddenly saw the number in her palm, which was written on her palm by the person named Meng Heping.

She had to give it a try anyway, but there was already a number that was so blurry that she couldn't see it, and she tried twice before she got through to the phone, and she wasn't sure if it was or not, so she just puffed up: "Hello, is it Mr. Li?" My surname is Du, and it was Meng Heping who asked me to find you. ”

The other party was surprised and polite: "Hello, is there something wrong?" ”

"I'm going to Shanghai." Her voice was already hoarse, but she didn't care about it, "I'm at Shuangliu Airport, no matter what, I must go to Shanghai tonight." ”

The other party did not hesitate, but asked, "How many people?" ”

She seemed to see the last ray of light in despair: "I'm the only one." ”

"Then you stay at the airport and don't move, I'll have someone come to you. Is this mobile number your contact number? ”

She nodded desperately, not caring that the other party couldn't see it at all, and it took a while to react, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes." After hanging up the phone, all her strength seemed to be drained, and her whole body was shaky. She could still remember to call Lao Mo, and before she could speak, he had already rushed to ask, "Where have you been?" ”

"Deputy Mo," she tried to calm her voice down, "please arrange for someone else to come over, I can't go to the front line, I want to go back to Shanghai." ”

"What's wrong?"

She couldn't say it, that name, she couldn't say anything, she was holding the phone, her whole body was shaking, she couldn't speak. Lao Mo was anxiously yelling over there, and she couldn't hear what he was shouting clearly, so she hung up the phone in a hurry, and the whole person seemed to collapse. She can't think, she can't cry, she can't do anything, she has to hold back, she wants to see Shao Zhenrong. He was fine, he must be fine, he was just injured, just accidentally injured, so he was rushed back to Shanghai. She was going to see Shao Zhenrong in the hospital to see how he was doing, no, she didn't have to look at her to know that he was okay. But she must see him, she must see him before she can feel at ease.

She called the hospital again: "I can rush back tonight, please take care of Shao Zhenrong." Without waiting for the other party to say anything, she hung up the phone. She didn't cry. Lao Mo called many times, but she didn't answer, and finally a very unfamiliar number dialed closely, she was afraid that it was the hospital calling, what changes had happened to Zhenrong's injury, and she hurriedly pressed the answer button. It turned out to be a strange man who asked, "Miss Du, right?" Are you going to Shanghai? Where are you? ”

She held back all her tears: "I'm at the entrance on the first floor of the departure hall, at the counter of China Eastern Airlines. ”

"I see you." The uniformed man put away the phone, strode up to her, and asked, "Where's your luggage?" "I don't have any luggage." She clutched a bag with only a camera and an interview machine in it, and she forgot her laptop on the SUV.

"Please follow me."