The permanent population of Huangcheng is close to more than 1 million, plus the floating population is close to about 2 million, and there are only more than 200,000 people sheltered here at the moment, how many lives died in the disaster? And how many lives are struggling to survive?

In the past, I have seen scenes of refugee camps due to famine and war in photos on the Internet, such as Syrian refugee camps in Lebanon, Egypt and other countries, and I have been deeply shocked by the scene of tents on the ground, but after all, it is only a picture, at most it is a video. But what is presented in front of you is a living intuitive, and this visual impact cannot be expressed in words. Miao Pu looked at the dense board houses and tents that could not be seen at a glance, and there were bursts of indescribable sadness and powerlessness in his heart!

There are more than 200,000 lives here, and there are more than 200,000 mouths, so many people eat, drink, and Lazar is terrifying to think about, this is really a real burden, and the only one who can provoke such a burden can probably only be a powerful group of the country's level.

In the face of this situation, everyone has no words, and any language is pale and useless at this moment. What can be said? What can be expressed? Everyone only felt a slight feeling of suffocation.

After everyone came down, it took a while to feel less stuffy in their chests.

Han Lili said as if reminiscing: "It looks much better now, when we first arrived here, the situation was really bad, all kinds of messy ......" as if to relieve the mood after a pause before saying: "Liu Wenbing and Wang Lin disgusted Zhang Wang and others because of their performance in the poison gas incident, and even kowtowed in public afterwards to admit their mistakes just to have a slightly better living conditions...... As if suddenly returning to his soul, he shook his head and smiled miserably, rubbing his face vigorously: "Look at me, what are you talking about." ”

Miao Pu patted Han Lili's shoulder to comfort her, he really couldn't find words to comfort her, some things didn't need to be said, and some things were useless.

Han Lili's words seem to evoke some memories of Huang Fatzi, maybe he has a similar experience.

You Bao looked at the people in the sigh with a strange expression, and directly threw out a sentence: "You have too many ideas, Sister Han wants me to say, if you can survive now, you can think about the things in front of you, and thinking so much is to make trouble for yourself." ”

Life experiences are different, like You Bao, who obviously only understands the so-called rivers and lakes, brotherhood and then seeks more blessings, and the rest of the right and wrong are all idle. Like Miao Pu and Han Lili, bookish and childish, immature, delicate, and sensitive ideas, that made him feel cold when he heard it.

Wandering through the so-called streets of the refugee camp.

Miao Pu found that the order was not as bad as expected, and under the premise of stationing a large number of armed forces to maintain order, people used what little reason they had to maintain the last bit of decency and dignity belonging to human beings. It is said that the people here are not idle, in addition to the official demand for some work, many people also take the initiative to find something to do.

There is no such thing as currency buying and selling, in order to make their lives better, many people will rely on some specialties to do things in exchange for some living goods that they do not have, of course, this also includes bartering. Most of the people who can still live here with peace of mind have some relatively positive fantasies or dreams in their hearts, and are willing to make various forms of running for that goal.

There are tasks in the camp, some of which are directly assigned by the government, such as cleaning the camp or a construction project, etc., and the participants can get a certain amount of daily necessities. Some of them are privately published, and the participants can also get the agreed things, and these private tasks are more varied, and the remuneration is also varied, from cigarettes and beer to their own bodies.

Miao Pu shook his head for a while, and only after asking did he realize that basically the official does not interfere with this kind of private communication, provided that it does not conflict with official needs and does not affect the safety of the camp. In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that there are more than 200,000 people living here, and the length of residence is uncertain, so this is not a prison that cannot restrict personal freedom. Of course, fighting, making trouble, rape and stealing are not allowed.

Miao Pu's eyes were really heavy at the moment, and he couldn't bear to look at it for a long time, he took a deep breath of the slightly turbid air, held it for a long time, sighed, and seemed to sigh out of the helplessness in his heart, and said to everyone heavily: "Let's go!" As he spoke, he left first, as if fleeing.

The unbearable disinfection process Miao Pu didn't feel anything, his head was full of messy emotions at the moment, after witnessing all kinds of refugee camps, Miao Pu once again couldn't suppress his thoughts about his family, how were they doing? Did you encounter an accident or did you suffer in a refugee camp?

In this long process of disinfection, Miao Pu completed a certain sort of mental combing, and the result was to get the information of his family as soon as possible no matter what, this kind of longing and suffering was not something he could bear, and he even clearly felt that he was on the verge of losing his mind and running away. His intellect told him that such emotional thoughts would not help him, but it was easier said than done to control emotions, and people were not machine switches on and off.

Fortunately, after these days of life and death, Miao Pu has learned patience and restraint, which are all the growth he has exchanged for blood and tears. He clenched his fists and admonished himself: "Based on survival, impulsiveness is meaningless, and only by living can it be possible to fulfill your wishes!" In order to completely calm down his thoughts, Miao Pu formed his hands into claws during the bath at the end of the disinfection, pressed them on his chest left and right, and vigorously pressed the sharp left and right pulls......

Miao Pu's blood flowed out of the left and right chests like a wound cut by a knife, and the sharp stinging pain and strong blood of "Ho ......" made Miao Pu a little excited, and at the same time relieved the entanglement and struggle in his thoughts. Although he knew that self-harm was not good, and he had no habit of self-harming in the past, he needed to make sure that he regained his composure after walking out of the bathroom, and he didn't have time for this kind of mental entanglement that he knew was meaningless.

He looked down at the blood marks on his chest that seemed to be "eight", four on the left and right, and muttered to himself: "Mature faster, this is not good!" He bowed his head and quietly let the water from the shower wash over him.

When he returned to his residence, he saw Wei Pingping, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, Miao Pu caught something in an instant, and he knew that the road might have turned around.

Wei Pingping, who saw Miao Pu from afar, had a smile on her face, didn't say any greetings, and went directly to the door and sat down.

Miao Pu looked at Wei Pingping with a smile and said nothing, and Wei Pingping also looked at Miao Pu with a smile, the room was silent for a while, but strangely Miao Pu didn't feel embarrassed at all, and the interesting thing is that Wei Pingping seemed to be even more so.