The scenery along the road is beautiful.

The further you drive into the city, the more beautiful it becomes.

Because the buildings here are newer and stronger, the disaster is not as serious as the epicenter, and there are not many collapses.

It's not that they haven't suffered, it's just that it's much better than the places they went to.

The waterwheel and tower of the Qiang village are very distinctive, and Ye Jiahong, a native of Mianyang, is on the road and introduces it to everyone.

"This kind of wooden stilted building, the original custom is not there, the Qiang people live in stone houses, the tower, is the watchtower, is the command tower, the signal tower, the war.

In the past, the Qiang people were an authentic fighting nation, especially the Xiqiang, who often fought wars, and the male doll was 18 years old to give a knife as a human gift, which was very fierce, so the buildings were all fighting styles! ”

Everyone listened and asked, "Team Ye, where is your home in Mianyang?" Was the disaster severe? ”

Ye Jiahong waved his hand, and it was rare to be serious and sad:

"My family is in Fucheng District, and what has suffered from the disaster is nothing more than property, compared to these fellow villagers, it is really much better! In the past few days, I feel so lucky that the instructor talks to me and comforts me, and I feel embarrassed! ”

Fang Huai couldn't help but tease: "When you set off that day, you cried the worst." ”

Ye Jiahong didn't deny this to save face, but glared at him and said:

"Don't you cry when your family suffers from the disaster? Hey, I'm going to cry for my two relatives who were stoned to death in my family!

Don't worry, brothers, I won't cry when you kill me in the future! Damn B, I'm a dead man, and I have betrayed the trust of the party and the people in me. ”

When everyone heard that two relatives of Team Ye's family had died, they were relieved: "Condolences, Team Ye." ”

Ye Jiahong waved his hand again without looking back: "What is the sorrow, I saw it once when I was still breastfeeding, my mother cried very badly, I don't know it." ”

Everyone was very unconscionably amused.

Fang Huai's face darkened.

Uncle, this product is to admit mistakes quickly, Lao Tzu knows that no one in his family must die, so he can be so cheerful.

Tsk tsk.

I can't stand it.

In the future, Lao Cao was promoted and left, and he teamed up with him, so what's the matter.

The driver heard everyone's conversation, but turned around and glanced at Ye Jiahong.

When I drove to a place near Mianyang where there was a signal, the driver made a call, and I couldn't hear what I said, and then hung up the phone, pulled over the car, turned around and said:

"Heroes, Hanwang can't go directly to it now, we have to take a long detour, let's go to Mianyang for dinner first, and then send you to Hanwang later, okay?"

Everyone readily agreed.

In the past few days, I have been in the earthquake area, looking at those dilapidated and non-functional buildings, and there is no electricity, just like the next day.

Next, you may have to go to Hanwang for a few days.

Hanwang is just better, not as miserable as Beichuan, but there is no decent place either.

Mianyang is a city anyway, and when you go to the city to feel the sound and light, you should take a vacation for your spirit.

Moreover, in Beichuan, after the conditions are better, the search and rescue time is also tight, most of them still eat some small bread, ham sausage, and even have less time to soak in a bowl of instant noodles.

Everyone is really hungry.

After five o'clock, near a large building in the city, the driver drove the car into a temporarily planned open-air parking lot.

The building reads "Jiuzhou Gymnasium".

Voices.

Passers-by, carrying large bags and small bags, some of them holding flat poles, drinking mineral water, and eating the bread they are familiar with in Dali Garden, it looks like a temporary settlement.

The driver pulled Yegahun aside as they got out of the car.

Soon, Ye Jiahong's voice came from there.

"No, I'm with the troops! Thank you, Master! ”

The driver also shouted: "Eh, it's hard to go home and take a look!" In fact, a lot of buildings here have cracks! I went home to see it, and I was relieved to live in the future! Hanwang is all over there, don't worry, it's only an hour in the past, I'll be waiting for you here! ”

Now, everyone knows why the driver arranged to come here for a meal, and they have persuaded him:

"Go, Team Ye!"

"I saw the sign, this is Fucheng, right? It's all here, take a look! ”

"That's right, you're going to do a three-way house without going into a daze! If it was Dujiangyan here, I would have gone home a long time ago! Huang Yi, the captain of the first squadron, also walked over and put Ye Jiahong's shoulder and said.

Ye Jiahong listened, and looked at Huang Yi, a fellow Sichuan countryman, with some concern:

"Your home. You okay? ”

"It's fine." Huang Yi said freely: "The old man has been contacted, but the house is broken, and it is fortunate that people are fine, I have a house in Guiyang, and when I go back, I will settle them over." ”

At this time, Cao Yi also walked over with a voice:

"Let's go, settle down, and tell my aunt about the situation at home."

Ye Jiahong saw that everyone was persuading, so he had to sigh, and walked to the taxi place on the side of the road angrily, and said loudly as he walked:

"Look at it, look at it! Lao Tzu didn't bring the key, and he wore an emergency rescue suit, and when he returned home, he had to find the lock king! The face of the firefighters is gone! ”

Everyone was amused again.

Fang Huai looked at everyone's smiles, and suddenly felt that it was good for the squadron to have this pistachio captain, and couldn't help but joke loudly: "Team Ye, how many floors do you live on?" Take me, treat me to a meal, and I'll help you flip in! ”

Ye Jiahong raised his hand and gestured with his middle finger, but when he saw the people around him, he put it down again.

Meals in the Jiuzhou Gymnasium.

The staff of the resettlement office were very welcoming and gave them great care.

The victims were given instant food, and they were given hot box lunches.

There was even chicken thighs in it.

Although the special service soldiers were very hungry, they were not embarrassed to eat, and they all took box lunches and wanted to exchange them with the affected people around them, but none of them agreed to change them, and they had to add ham sausages to their dishes.

This firefighter's suit was given special care by everyone here, and many people wanted to stuff local petite cigarettes into their pockets, but they couldn't avoid it, so they had to walk outside the gymnasium with a boxed lunch and go outside to stand and eat.

This feeling of being taken care of made them feel both touched and ashamed.

As for what to be ashamed of, they don't know.

Maybe it's because they wore this garment, but they couldn't turn into supermen and save everyone.

The people's expectations of them and their self-expectations are not at the same level at all.

They feel that they are not capable enough and are ashamed of the people, but in fact, in the eyes of the people, they are gods descending from heaven.

How can there be such a force, willing to exchange life for life.

Now that it's all spread, Yingxiu, Beichuan, those dangerous roads that no one wants to approach, when the green uniforms go in, it's like dumplings.

When a special feature was opened on the news about how huge and dangerous the dammed lake in Tangjiashan was, and that it was about to flood Mianyang and might cause millions of people to suffer floods, everyone's hearts were just raised, but the host said that troops had already ventured into and blown up the dammed lake.

The program describes the process of blasting in Tangjia Mountain, thrilling, 800 warriors carried explosives into the dangerous mountain, pulled the rope from the two or three hundred meters high mountain and jumped down, the thrilling process, no less than the 15 warriors who parachuted.

If Fang Huai now said that he participated in the blasting of the dammed lake in Tangjiashan, the people and staff around him now would probably be able to stuff his big backpack with proud cigarettes, Luzhou wine, Beichuan moss tea, Pingwu walnuts, Fucheng wheat winter, Xianshan rice dates...

A few days ago, Beichuan stayed in the depressing place for a long time, and too many local people fell into despair, which really suppressed some of the brilliance of human nature.

And there, the common people are also short of food and clothing, and most of the troops are taking care of the common people.

And here, it's the other way around, including those affected by the disaster from Beichuan, who are trying to give them their limited supplies.

The situation between the military and the people is infinitely stronger in this feedback.

Fang Huai hid the gifts of the common people all the way, and when he arrived outside the museum, he just wanted to eat quietly.

There really is a quiet place.

people, but a lot.

It was a huge carved wall, and there was a word written next to it, called the Shadow Wall.

It was supposed to be a nice carved wall, but now, it's covered in dense paper.

There was a man, still holding glue, and pasted a notice on the side to find his mother.

Fang Huai approached and looked intently, there were such missing person notices on the side, but in the middle, there was a unified list.

Those lists have their names written on them, where they worked (studied) before the earthquake, where they lived, and where they were sheltered after the earthquake.

After looking at it, he also understood.

These should be the survivors rescued from the earthquake area, who may have been sent to medical treatment because of their injuries, or they may have been taken to a safe place by the government or the military after the earthquake to be resettled, and this list has been posted to facilitate the search of relatives.

Those names are too small, too many, at least a few thousand, and many people can only grope on them and look down one by one.

Many names have been blackened and blurred.

Some people touched the list to the end, and did not find the names of their loved ones, so they covered their faces and cried silently for a while, and then returned to the beginning of the list and touched it again.

This wall carries at least thousands of hopes.

Most of the people around him looked at the list intently, and there were words in their mouths, but their voices were very small.

Like the students who are cramming the texts that the teacher wants to check in the morning reading class, although everyone is in a hurry, they try not to disturb each other.

Next to Fang Huai, a woman was also touching the list one by one.

"Lee..."

"Sun..."

"Liu."

Suddenly, her hand froze.

The woman, staring at one of her fingers, looked at it for a long time.

Fang Huai looked at the past, it was a girl's name, from Pingwu County, and now placed in a middle school in Mianyang.

The woman's mouth suddenly opened wide, and she made a hoarse "ah" sound, and tears came down at once, and her hands were raised high, and she was about to scream with strength.

Suddenly.

A man's elbow, stretched out from the woman's back, grabbed the woman's throat tightly, grabbed her violently and dragged her out!

Fang Huai was frightened.

Robbery? It's impossible, right?

Domestic violence?

He couldn't help but follow out with a boxed lunch.

I saw that the man viciously pinched the woman out of the crowd and directly put her to the ground.

Fang Huai frowned and was about to speak.

But he saw the man staring down at the woman's face, and said in a low voice:

"What's your name? Happy what? Yes? Our daughter has found it, and there are so many things that haven't been found here! You're yelling and jumping, what are they going to do? ”

Hearing this, for a moment, the sadness in Fang Huai's heart surged up.

No wonder.

No wonder it's so quiet.

The sad do not want their voices to disturb others, and the lucky ones are also afraid that the sad people will be more sad.

Legalism locks the throat, and Confucianism pinchs the ribs.

This is not only a wall of hope, but also a place of Confucianism.

(3000 commuter pass stamp)

(End of chapter)