They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 298 Jiuzhou Shadow Wall

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 damage was not as severe as at the epicenter, and there were not many collapses.

It's not like there haven't been disasters, it's just that it's much better than the places they went to.

The waterwheels and towers of the Qiang village are very distinctive. Mianyang fellow Ye Jiahong introduced them to everyone on the road.

"This kind of wooden stilted building did not exist in the original customs. The Qiang people all lived in stone houses. The tower was a watchtower, used for command and signaling, and for war.

In the past, the Qiang people were an authentic fighting nation, especially the Xiqiang. They often fought in wars. When boys turned 18, they would give a knife as an adult gift. They were very fierce, so the buildings were all in a fighting style! "

Everyone listened and asked: "Captain Ye, where is your home in Mianyang? Is the disaster serious?"

Ye Jiahong waved his hand, a rare moment of serious sadness:
"My family is in Fucheng District. The only things that were affected by the disaster were property. Compared with these fellow villagers, it is really much better! Over the past few days, I feel that I am so lucky. The instructor talked to me and comforted me. Excuse me!"

Fang Huai couldn't help but joke: "You were the one who cried the most when we set off that day."

Ye Jiahong did not deny the matter to save face, but glared and said:
"Are you going to cry when your family suffers a disaster? Hey, I will cry for the two relatives who were smashed to death in my family!
Don’t worry, brothers, if you beat me to death in the future, I won’t cry anymore!Damn it, I'm so embarrassed and I betrayed the trust that the party and the people had placed in me. "

When everyone heard that two relatives of Captain Ye's family had died, they all expressed relief: "My condolences, Captain Ye."

Ye Jiahong waved his hand again without looking back: "Sorry, I only met her once when I was still breastfeeding. My mother cried quite miserably. I don't even recognize her."

Everyone was heartlessly amused.

Fang Huai's face turned dark.

Damn it, this guy admits his mistakes quickly. I know that no one in his family must have died to be so cheerful.

Gee tut.

I can't stand it.

After Lao Cao gets promoted and leaves, how about working with him on his own team?

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

When he drove to a place with signal near Mianyang, the driver made a phone call. He said a few words of um and ah, but couldn't hear what was said. Then he hung up the phone, parked the car, turned around and said:
"Heroes, we can't reach Hanwang directly right 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 zone, looking at the dilapidated, non-functional buildings with no electricity, as if it was the other day.

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

Hanwang is only a little better, not as miserable as Beichuan, but it's not a decent place either.

Mianyang is a city after all. Going to the city to experience the sound, light and electricity is a holiday for your spirit.

Moreover, in the next few days when conditions were better in Beichuan, search and rescue time was also tight. Most people still ate some bread and ham sausages, and even had little time to make bowls of instant noodles. With so many people, they had to take turns boiling water and fetching water, thief trouble.

Everyone is really hungry.

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

"Jiuzhou Gymnasium" is written on the building.

The crowd was full of people.

Passers-by were carrying large and small bags, and some were holding poles, drinking mineral water and eating the familiar Dali Garden bread. It looked like a temporary settlement.

The driver pulled Ye Jiahong aside when they got out of the car.

Soon, Ye Jiahong's voice came from over there.

"No, I'm going with the troops! Thank you, master!"

The driver also shouted loudly: "Hey, I finally got home, let's go take a look! In fact, many buildings here have cracks! I went home and took a look, so I can live with peace of mind in the future! Everything is finished over in Hanwang, Don’t worry, it’ll only take an hour, I’ll wait for you here!”

Now, everyone knew why the driver arranged to come here to have a meal, and they all started to persuade him:
"Go ahead, Team Leaf!"

"I saw the sign. This is Fucheng, right? We're all here, come and have a look!"

"That's right, you are going to make it three times without entering the house! If this was Dujiangyan, I would have gone home long ago!" Huang Yi, the captain of the first squadron, also came over and put his hand on Ye Jiahong's shoulder.

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

"Is everything okay at your house?"

"It's okay." Huang Yi said calmly: "I have contacted the old man, but the house collapsed. I am lucky that he is okay. I have a house in Guiyang. When I go back, I will put them here."

At this time, Cao Yi also came over and said:

"Let's go there to feel at ease, and also tell Auntie about the situation at home."

Seeing that everyone was trying to persuade him, Ye Jiahong could only sigh and walked angrily to the taxi place on the side of the road. As he walked, he said loudly:

"Look, look! I didn't even bring my keys with me. I even wore a rescue suit. When I got home, I had to go find the locksmith! The fire department has lost face!"

Everyone was amused again.

Looking at everyone's smiles, Fang Huai suddenly felt that it would be good to have this pistachio captain in the squadron. He couldn't help but joked loudly: "Captain Ye, which floor do you live on? Take me there and treat me to a meal. I will help you." Turn in!"

Ye Jiahong raised his hand to show his middle finger, but when he saw people coming and going around him, he put it down again.

Receive meals inside Jiuzhou Stadium.

The staff at the resettlement office were very enthusiastic and took great care of them.

The victims were given convenience foods and hot lunch boxes.

There are even chicken legs in it.

Although the special service soldiers were very hungry, they were not embarrassed to eat. They took their lunch boxes and wanted to exchange them with the surrounding victims, but no one agreed to exchange them with theirs. They also added ham sausage to their dishes.

This fire fighter's uniform received special care from everyone here. Many people came up and stuffed local Jiaozi cigarettes into their pockets. They simply couldn't avoid it, so they had to walk outside the gymnasium with their lunch boxes and stand outside. eat.This feeling of being taken care of made them feel touched and ashamed.

As for what they were ashamed of, they didn't know.

Maybe it's because they wear these clothes, but they can't turn into supermen and save everyone.

The people's expectations of them and their self-expectations are actually completely different from each other.

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 like gods descending to earth.

How can there be such a troop who is willing to trade their lives for their lives?

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

There was a special topic on the news, saying how huge and dangerous the Tangjiashan Barrier Lake was, and that it was about to flood Mianyang, possibly causing floods to millions of people. As soon as everyone was concerned, the host said that troops had already ventured in, Blow up the barrier lake.

The program described the blasting process in Tangjiashan, which was thrilling. 800 warriors carried explosives on their backs into the dangerous mountain, pulled ropes from two 300-meter-high mountains and jumped down. The thrilling process was no less thrilling than the 15 warriors parachuting.

If Fang Huai now said that he participated in the blasting of the Tangjiashan barrier lake, the people and staff around him would probably fill his big backpack with pride cigarettes, Luzhou wine, Beichuan moss tea, Pingwu walnuts, and Fu City Ophiopogon japonicus, brand new mountain rice jujube...

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

Moreover, the people there also lacked food and clothing, and most of the troops were taking care of the people.

But 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 fish-water situation between the military and civilians has grown infinitely through this feedback.

Fang Huai avoided the gifts from the common people all the way out, and when he got outside the museum, he just wanted to eat quietly.

There really is a quiet place.

There are many people.

It was a huge sculptured wall with the words "Shadow Wall" written on the side.

It should have been a pretty carved wall, but now it was covered with densely packed paper.

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

Fang Huai came closer and looked at it attentively. There were missing persons notices like this on the sides, but in the middle, there was a unified list.

On those lists were written each name, their place of work (study) before the earthquake, their residential address, and where they were sheltered after the earthquake.

After looking at it, he also understood.

These should be the survivors who were rescued from the earthquake area. They may have been sent to the hospital for injuries, or they may have been taken to a safe place by the government or the military after the earthquake. This list has been posted to make it easier for relatives to find them.

Those names are too small, too many, and there are at least thousands of them. Many people can only fumble on them and look down one by one.

Many names have been touched in the dark and blurred.

Some people touched the list to the end and didn't find the names of their relatives, so they covered their faces and cried silently for a while, 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 were looking at the list attentively, muttering something in a low voice.

Just like the students in morning reading class who rush to recite the text that the teacher wants to check randomly, although everyone is very anxious, they try not to disturb each other.

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

"plum…"

"Sun..."

"Liu."

Suddenly, her hand froze.

The woman stared at a spot on her finger for a long time.

Fang Huai looked over and saw that it was a girl's name, from Pingwu County, now placed in a middle school in Mianyang.

The woman's mouth suddenly opened wide, and she made a hoarse "ah" sound. Tears fell down immediately, and she raised her hands high, ready to scream.

Sudden.

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

Fang Huai was frightened.

robbery?It's in full view of everyone, it's impossible, right?
Domestic violence?

He couldn't help but follow him out with his lunch box.

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

Fang Huai frowned and was about to speak.

But I saw the man looking down at the woman's face and teaching him a lesson in a low voice:
"What's your name? Why are you so happy? Huh? Our daughter has been found, and there are still so many that haven't been found! You are yelling and jumping, what will they do?"

After hearing this, for a moment, Fang Huai felt sad in his heart.

No wonder.

No wonder it's so quiet here.

Sad people don't want their voices to disturb others, and lucky people are afraid that sad people will be even sadder.

The Legalist locks the throat, the Confucian pinches the ribs.

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

(3000 monthly ticket plus stamp)

(End of this chapter)