Chapter 31 Sentiment

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Xiong Jun has been paying close attention to the epidemic. He applied for a volunteer pass, made unannounced visits to major hospitals, and then sent shocking videos or messages of the unannounced visits to the circle of friends. He has only one intention, to save innocent people, save unfortunate families, and save Wuhan and Hubei. Although the role of this kind of personal self-media is limited, it is very conductive on the cusp of the epidemic.

It was late at night and he parked his car near the hospital. In the dark, he saw a familiar figure, it was Cheng Dong, a volunteer who was a graduate student.

Cheng Dong carried a heavy body bag and trotted all the way. At this time, Cheng Dong accidentally fell on the side of the steps, he struggled to get up, and carried the heavy bag containing the corpse on his shoulder several times, but without success.

Xiong Jun hurriedly got out of the car and quickly rushed over: "Brother, I'll join hands." ”

Cheng Dong has lost a lot of weight, and his hair is a little unkempt, but the eyes behind the myopia glasses are persistent, radiating a resolute and calm light. He recognized it as reporter Xiong Jun and said, "Reporter Xiong, Brother Xiong, don't get close, it's dangerous." ”

Xiong Jun said: "You are not afraid of contagion, what am I afraid of!" ”

Cheng Dong carried the body bag and walked forward. His thin back seemed to be much shorter in the dark, but he was firm and steady.

Xiong Jun said: "I saw that others were dragging body bags, why did you carry them?" ”

Cheng Dong said: "Have love and reverence for the dead!" ”

Xiong Jun's heart felt like he had been cut by a knife, and thought: This young man, he is giving dignity to the unfortunate innocent deceased in this way. Maybe people can't pay attention to the dignity of their own death, but we should have the dignity and respect for the deceased, which is respect for life!

Xiong Jun asked: "Cheng Dong, what do you feel about carrying a body bag?" ”

Cheng Dong's melancholy thin face was covered with sad clouds, and his voice was a little choked and said: "Brother Xiong, I don't want to say this, although my heart is cold, I am not afraid, I believe that we can defeat the new coronavirus." ”

Xiong Jun said worriedly: "Brother, it is very dangerous for you to do this, you must pay attention to protection, you must not have an accident!" ”

Cheng Dong was very calm, he put the body bag into the funeral car, closed the door, and then clasped his hands together and stood silently with his head down until the funeral car drove away.

He looked at Xiong Jun and thought to himself, this reporter is a character and a trustworthy person, unlike some reporters who edit on the Internet and use modern computer technology to post some similar reports. People want to hear real voices, critical voices, voices from below.

He said: "Xiong Ji, now the Internet is full of carols, especially those poems that are self-composed and sentimental, which make people feel funny and pitiful. It's funny that they are pretending, what cheering, encouragement, what persistence is victory, those so-called carols are just! It's a pity that these people who write poems and shout cheers are drinking coffee drinks and eating bread at home, and they don't know the pain of fighting the epidemic at the grassroots level! Some people only like to sing carols and hymns, but how much do they know about the current situation of epidemic prevention and control? Some are even helpless and avoid silence! ”

Xiong Jun said: "Cheng Dong, good brother, you are right! But our power is too weak! ”

Cheng Dong said: "I believe that the country can overcome this sudden epidemic. Our nation has suffered a lot, but we have never been struck down by disasters and tribulations! It's just that the price we pay is too heavy! ”

Xiong Jun said: "The central guidance group has arrived, and the army is rushing to help. ”

Cheng Dong said: "The soldiers and horses have not moved, and the grain and grass go first. Now that the city is under lockdown, there is nothing to buy, and shopping malls and restaurants are closed. I haven't eaten rice for a few days in a row, and I make instant noodles every day, and lo and behold, my lips are rotten! I heard from the hospital nurse that my biggest wish was to get some sleep and eat a big meal! Sometimes they say this and suddenly fall asleep on a bench or on the floor! ”

Xiong Jun asked, "What do you need me to do for you?" ”

Cheng Dong thought for a while and said calmly: "Xiong Ji, if I fall in Wuhan, please sprinkle my ashes on the Yangtze River and the Han River!" ”

Xiong Jun, a strong man, heard Cheng Dong's words, his heart was shocked, and tears welled up. He hugged Cheng Dong and said affectionately: "Brother, auspicious people, good people are rewarded, there are gods on your head, you are fine, I am at ease." ”

He thought, a young man from other places, in a strange Wuhan, retrograde from the Chinese New Year's Eve, working as a corpse bearer in Fumin Hospital, he is too ordinary, so ordinary that he is silent, using his thin body to support a piece of the sky, but he is so great, this greatness is actually the ordinary of good deeds.

Xiong Jun posted Cheng Dong's work as a volunteer corpse bearer on the Internet, which caused a great shock. Luo Wu, a volunteer in Jiahe Community, called Xiong Jun and said that he wanted to help Cheng Dong and deliver him food.

When Luo Wu met Cheng Dong, he was cleaning in a corner of the hospital corridor. Luo Wu gave a hot boxed lunch to Cheng Dong: "Brother, you have suffered, this is a part of our volunteer team's heart." I'll send it to you every day from now on! ”

Cheng Dong gratefully took the lunch box and said: "Brother Luo, now the medical staff of Fumin Hospital are more difficult than me, they commute to and from work every day and walk home, and some are afraid of infecting their families when they go home, so they live in warehouses or clinics, and their daily meals have become the biggest problem." Now that the medical staff of foreign aid have arrived one after another, it is still a problem for a rescue team from other provinces to eat yesterday, buying instant noodles everywhere! Can you find a way to solve the food, travel and some urgently needed daily necessities of the medical staff, helping them is more effective than helping me, helping them is helping Wuhan and the whole country. ”

Luo Wu nodded and said, "As soon as you reminded me like this, my knots were untied, and I immediately went back to Jiahe Community to discuss with the volunteers and work together to do more things." ”

Cheng Dong looked at Luo Wu gloomily and said: "Sending a boxed lunch to the front-line epidemic prevention and anti-epidemic personnel at such a moment is more meaningful and effective than meetings and instructions!"

Luo Wu nodded and said, "Yes, the logistics support of the superiors cannot be missing!" ”

After Luo Wu finished speaking, he quickly left, came to the Wanjia community, and found Fang Jia.

Fang Jia is struggling with the logistics of more than 10,000 people in the community. The list of statistics, food, medicine, daily necessities, etc., can only buy back some of them, and half of them cannot be bought. She is anxious, and so are the residents. Some residents were so anxious that they scolded the streets and communities on the Internet, and for a while, the "Han curse" spread. Some saw that their needs were not met, went downstairs to break the card, went out to buy on their own, some stores lined up in long queues, and there were no temperature measurement protection facilities in the stores, and the guards at the door stopped people who were not wearing masks outside, and there would be some conflicts every day.

Jinghe Street, Linjiang District, urgently closed restaurants and shops that operated without authorization or on their own to prevent the spread of the epidemic. But after closing these stores, how to solve the problems of ordinary people's oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and even rolling paper, sanitary napkins for women, etc.? Residents have to look for the community. The community can't be satisfied, only angry and scolded! Pressing from above, scolding from below, this kind of work is really not a taste! She is strong and capable, but she is also a little discouraged!

Luo Wu said: "Secretary Fang, don't worry, the pressure of the community is the pressure of our volunteer team!" Don't be afraid, I have a way. ”

Fang Jia looked at this bald man in his early forties, and asked eagerly: "Master Luo, do you have any method, say it quickly, let's discuss." ”

Luo Wu said: "I came to organize a relay team of love to solve the problem of hundreds of medical staff in Fumin Hospital near us commuting to and from work, in addition I have contacted the relevant units, recently put 2,000 shared bicycles in the hospital in our jurisdiction, all in place tonight, the nearest medical staff can ride to and from work, far away our volunteer team pick-up, and now this team has more than 130 people signed up to participate." ”

Fang Jia said: "This is a good idea, in fact, this should be done by our relevant departments!" ”

Luo Wu said: "Wang Xinyu's fast food restaurant is too small, and there are thousands of medical staff in our area who have to eat and drink, and we have to have 18,000 boxed lunches a day to meet the demand, which is probably the most difficult thing." ”

Fang Jia said: "Yes, it seems that the superior has not made a move. I'm in a hurry! ”

Luo Wu said: "At the moment of the pandemic, our logistics service for front-line medical staff cannot be slow, we must be fast, and if we are slow, we may lose this battle. ”

Fang Jia said: "Master Luo, I support you, you go to Zhang Luo first, if you have any difficulties, please contact me at any time." ”

Luo Wu, Rayson and others left quickly.

As night falls, hundreds of millions of people will spontaneously mourn the "whistleblower" Gan Zitong on the Internet, which will be held at eight o'clock. This event is divided into two phases. In the first stage, people turn on their mobile phone flashlights on their balconies as electronic candles to pay their respects. In the second stage, "National Anthem" and "My Motherland and Me" are sung. This spontaneous contract of the mind is the embodiment of a heroic spirit.

At this moment, in the streets and alleys of Wuhan, there are more than 7,000 communities, tens of thousands of buildings, and mobile phone lights are shining on the balconies. These tens of millions of lights are shaking, shining, looking from afar, like the stars of the Milky Way in the nine heavens, and like the overwhelming fireflies. Behind every beam of light is a pair of anxious and expectant affectionate eyes, a heart full of vicissitudes, haggard and sad, but full of hope. The lights of the city and the mobile phone lights on the balconies of tens of thousands of buildings are blended together, merging into a sea of lights.

At this moment, the song sounded, "Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall! The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous time, and everyone is forced to let out the last roar. Get up! Get up! Get up! We are all united and brave the enemy's fire! Brave enemy fire! Advance! Advance! Enter! ”

Singing, lights, and heartbeats converge into a powerful wave, rushing and colliding in the Yangtze River, the Han River, the three towns of Wuhan, and the land of Jingchu. "I and my motherland cannot be separated for a moment, and wherever I go, a hymn flows, I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river, the smoke of the cooking, the little villages...... You tell me with your mother's pulse, my motherland and I are like the sea and the waves, the waves are the children of the sea, the sea is the support of the waves, whenever the sea is smiling, I am the whirlpool of laughter, I share the sorrows of the sea, share the joy of the sea... Always give me the blue waves and clear waves, and always give me the song in my heart. "The boundless huge waves of singing echoed over Wuhan and in the land of Jingchu and China.

At this moment, Fang Jia, An Daoji, Wang Bo and others are also listening and singing. Their hearts rose and fell with the song, and at the same time they were filled with an incomparably sublime sacredness.