Lovely Allergen

When the earthquake occurred, Song Yu was operating the drone in the measurement and control vehicle with oxygen.

At that time, the tremor was very strong. It was obvious that the car was shockproof, but it was still shaking. In order to keep the special machine designed for high-precision surveying and mapping in the alpine region, Song Yu was still operating the console until a heavy instrument fixed on the right smashed down.

He injured his hand, and also smashed the mobile phone on the console that was playing and transmitting images.

When the instrument was removed, there was a heavy pain in the arm for an instant, half of the body's strength was almost taken away, the alarm sounded in the car, the screams of the same group of people around, and the sound of the communication device suddenly interrupted. .

Very confusing.

Song Yu was calm, and saved the machine data for the first time. With the help of the senior, he left the test and control car. When he got out of the car, he found that his mobile phone was still in the car and wanted to get it up, but was stopped by another senior. Forced him to wait in an open place first.

Everyone in the emergency surveying and mapping team did emergency training when they joined the group. Everyone found a safe place to hide. Only Song Yu was injured in the entire team. There were also two seniors who were responsible for the work of individual soldiers on the ground. worry.

It is located on a plateau, backed by snow-capped mountains, and its geographical location is relatively remote. A few signal base stations have been damaged by vibrations, and the signal has been almost interrupted.

"No call, no signal."

"Neither can I."

There were ten people in the same group and Professor He. The two left the team and went out. Only five people were left with a mobile phone, and there was only one power bank, and no one dialed the phone smoothly. There were not enough oxygen cylinders and Song Yu was injured. They can't even find medical rescue now.

Professor He was accompanied by the director of the office of the local Earthquake Administration. After the earthquake, he immediately asked for support from Professor He's team.

It takes time for the provincial surveying and mapping expert team to come to the local area, and now time and disaster monitoring and control are the most important for their rescue work. Professor He's team is their best choice now.

In the extreme danger, Professor He did not immediately agree, but said to the young people he brought: "You have to hurry back now, otherwise no one will predict what will happen next."

"Especially you." Professor He glanced at the injured Song Yu and felt embarrassed in his heart. This is what he thinks is an excellent seed for doing this business. He doesn't want this incident to make Song Yu panic about emergency surveying and mapping.

"I can ask them to send you out in a car, and prepare now."

No one wants to leave.

"I won't go back." The first one who spoke was a senior sister. "We are doing emergency. Now we run as soon as something happens. What's the matter?" She took out paper and pen from her bag and wrote an agreement by herself. , Signed the name at the bottom and handed it to Professor He.

"Teacher, I won't go if you don't go." Although she said so, her hands were shaking.

The disaster came completely unexpected, and they suddenly shouldered the mission, which was not what they should have done.

No one is really not afraid.

Before he could take the paper, Professor He was taken away by other students. They signed one by one at the shaky temporary shelter, and finally it was Song Yu, who had just joined the group.

He didn't say a word. Enduring the pain and handwriting his name on the left is the most scribbled.

They didn't even have time to cheer themselves up, so they put on shock-proof rescue suits and rushed to the battlefield in a panic. After following the director to the temporary gathering place arranged by the command center, the emergency surveying and mapping team finally found the medical staff who could diagnose and bandage Song Yu's arm.

"I have a broken forearm. I want to fix it for you. Be careful."

Song Yu frowned slightly and said nothing. Just keep asking, "Is there a signal?"

"No, there is still no signal. Aria's phones are turned off, and they said there was heavy snowfall in the afternoon report." He was worried, "We must collect enough disaster images before it snows, otherwise nothing will be captured by then."

Another senior sister was using a laptop to model the previous images, and did not look up, "Satellite phones are also okay, I have to give us one."

"Satellite phones are the most in short supply now, and the command center and medical team are not enough. It is said that they will help us get one before noon tomorrow."

"I really want to call my mother..."

"They will send out the intercom in a while."

"That walkie-talkie is an internal radio that communicates with the command center. The operating frequency does not support external calls, and there is no connector."

The elder sister dealing with the data suddenly noticed a program error, "There is a problem with this. Who of you can program?"

"I. I wrote the remote sensing program." Just as Song Yu raised his arm, he plunged into the emergency mission, debugging the program with only one left hand, and re-controlling the special machine in the turmoil.

The built-in low-level code of the special machine was also rewritten by Song Yu. Without him, there really was a problem, and no one could solve it in a short time.

A team of less than ten graduate students and doctors supported the first-line emergency surveying and mapping mission at the first time of the disaster. The remote sensing drone hovered over the turbulent land, so that the command center's rescue was the most accurate. Guiding, successfully rescued many people trapped in the epicenter.

"Romania and Chenchen are back!"

This was the first good news they got this day, even though both of them were injured somewhat. But they also brought back very precious ground data, which was provided to the two seniors of the data processing team to model the disaster situation together with Professor He.

After the tremor subsided, they returned to the mobile measurement and control vehicle and built an emergency mobile monitoring platform in a short time. Each of them is undertaking multiple tasks and lacks skills. After working for six hours in the afternoon, Song Yu used one hand in front of two laptops and a drone console, and he couldn't even drink a sip of water.

But as long as there is a chance to breathe, he will repeatedly ask: "Is there a signal?"

The heavy snow fell and the temperature dropped sharply. Many people's mobile phones were frozen and turned off. Song Yu's mobile phone screens were broken, and it was too late to check whether it was broken or turned off. Later on, volunteers came to deliver water, and Song Yu, who was monitoring, listened to them, and seemed to be able to make a call with an old phone. He got up quickly, hanging his arms to trouble others to lend him a use.

"Try it, it's good and bad."

He has always been too calm. Whether it's a broken hand or a multitasking overload, he has been well-trained, unlike an ordinary student, but like a real emergency surveyor.

But when he got an old mobile phone that might be able to communicate with the outside world, Song Yu's fingers suddenly trembled when he typed a string of numbers that he almost memorized on a small button with one hand, his brows were tightly frowned, and his hands were clasped. Hold the phone close to your ear.

Still can't fight out.

"You try to send a text message. They send text messages, but they may not be able to send them, but sometimes luck is fine." The volunteers were not sure, "I also heard..."

Song Yu thanked him, saved time, and quickly edited a text message to Lezhishi.

[I’m Song Yu, I’m very safe, my phone can’t contact you temporarily, don’t worry about me, wait for me at home. ]

Looking at the spinning icon, there is this message. Song Yu couldn't help but posted two more.

[Do you remember what I said before? Your sense of direction is too bad, don't come to me, just wait for me where you are. ]

[Baby, I love you. Don't come. ]

In the past two decades, apart from occasionally wishing that Lezhi would also be able to express his feelings beyond his brothers, Song Yu had such strong hopes for the second time, just wanting this weak signal to be better for a while. Son, let Lezhishi see his news, can you come over?

A conversation between Yang and Qizhe seemed to be a sign between them.

Song Yu constantly went to Lezhishi when he needed it. The only thing he needs to do when Lezhishi is to wait in place, especially in the face of disaster, he is afraid that Lezhishi cannot bear it.

But he didn't understand that waiting in place was the last thing to do when Lezhi.

He will always come to him.

He didn't know whether the two messages sent between the heavy tasks were actually transmitted to Lezhishi's eyes. He could only repeat them to the volunteer. If there is any news, please contact him.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the command center keeps feedback on the number of rescued people. Every more of their emergency teams will breathe a sigh of relief, and the emergency mobile monitoring that they have been struggling to support has gradually shown its disadvantages.

The heavy snow covered most of the landscape, and the effective images sent back by drone aerial photography were constantly declining.

Fortunately, after dark, the emergency surveying and mapping team of dozens of people in the provincial capital finally came to the epicenter, brought more mobile measurement and control vehicles, and finally set up a larger area of ​​the ground individual system. The injured Song Yu could not go to the ground to perform the shooting mission like the others. The senior sisters and seniors in the group left under the command one by one. When the last person left, Song Yu stretched out his left hand and grabbed him.

He handed him the phone that he couldn't turn on, "Senior, if you can find someone who can charge or repair the phone, please help me."

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to start it for you."

Song Yu worked with emergency surveying and mapping personnel in two provincial capitals and a firefighter on a mobile monitoring platform. The right hand that was lifted was not fixed enough, and it hurt when shaking. The command center kept confirming the position on the walkie-talkie, and he couldn't stop. , So he asked the surveyor around him to use a bandage to help him tighten again, and continue to complete the positioning and transmission with the other hand.

"It's rescued, it's rescued!"

"Here is one!"

The voice of the rescue team on the walkie-talkie was vague, but at least it was a relief.

"Fortunately you are here this time. It is really a savior." The firefighter drove the test and control vehicle and said to Song Yu, "You have recovered at least twelve hours of rescue time. So far, there is only one death toll. It is fortunate."

Song Yu doesn't think this is a good thing. He doesn't even want to hear the death toll, but he is the one who confirms the casualty every ten seconds. Very untimely, he thought of Lezhi when he could not finish watching the movie in the cinema.

It is always said that Le Zhishi is stressed to disasters, but Song Yu thinks he should be too.

I experienced Uncle Le’s departure when I was a child, and kept watching the news about disaster relief. Repeated stimulation was a manifestation of my psychological stress. Until he found a life plan to participate in rescue, Song Yu felt that he had found a way of self-healing.

He wanted to drink water, but couldn't open the water bottle with one hand, so he had to give up.

"I hope this number will not increase any more."

Add one more, and there will be one more broken family.

But the disaster is ruthless, and he understands that his hope can only be hope.

"Hope. It's too difficult." The firefighter is also very young, probably in his early twenties, wearing a bright orange firefighting suit, and his skin is dark. He sighed, "Damn...do it, I My girlfriend broke up with me."

After a while, he laughed at himself again, "Fortunately we broke up..."

The surveyor is also very emotional: "You are the front line, the most dangerous."

"What's not dangerous? Those young nurses are small, and they can't afford to carry a stretcher if they are short of people. I saw them rescued on the spot, and many of them saved people while crying." He shook his head and the car continued to move Drove forward, "It's all human, who is not afraid. I really participated in rescue for the first time when I was nineteen, and my hands were shaking.

"When this kind of **** happens, there is always someone who wants to go, otherwise, you can't watch everyone die together."

Song Yu listened in silence, suddenly felt that his anxiety was calming a bit, and no longer repeatedly confirmed the death toll. Being in it and doing a job that could save people, Song Yu finally did not resist the disaster so strongly.

Because he has the initiative, he is the one who can get on when he gets **** the most.

In the early morning, when I arrived at the individual point, I picked up a surveyor with a camera. As soon as the opponent came up, he asked if there was a person named Song Yu here.

Song Yu, who was immersed in the data collection, did not look up, but turned around after being slapped on the shoulder.

"A volunteer who collects missing persons is looking for you." The surveyor put down the instrument and shouted down, and they picked up another volunteer.

"Are you Song Yu?" The volunteer hurriedly crossed out Song Yu's name in his disappearance record, very thankful, "It's great, great, one is missing..." He reported to the firefighter. This place happens to be the concentration of disaster victims where they are going to monitor and control their safety.

The volunteer handed him another old mobile phone in his hand, "Someone is looking for you, like your boyfriend. Can you please call him back now."

At that moment, Song Yu's heart throbbed violently, as if being stabbed by a sharp object. It took a few seconds before he could speak.

"Is he safe?"

"Safe, with my friend."

But his phone failed to get through, and Lezhishi shut down.

Song Yu had never been so worried before, and the short two-kilometer journey had become extremely long. When he finally arrived, he put on a down jacket with the help of volunteers, and rushed down to find Lezhishi with his mobile phone.

It was too dark, and there were big blue tents everywhere, blocking his vision.

His gaze searched flusteredly, and Lezhishi's name was silent in his heart.

Until a certain tent was taken apart, the stiff waterproof cloth slowly fell, and an unreal figure appeared in front of him. Song Yu almost lost his strength for a moment.

Le Zhishi was wrapped in thick assault feathers, carrying a bag that seemed to crush him, holding a portable oxygen cylinder in one hand, and holding a tent frame in the other, which looked like a real Of volunteers.

He didn't expect that the reunion would be like this. He who came along the way thought he would collapse when Lezhi, become ill due to over-emotion, or get lost on the road, or even get frozen because of not being prepared enough.

But Lezhishi is more brave and sensible than he thought. He even provides very important help to others when the manpower is most scarce.

"Song Yu..." Le Zhishi hugged him, and suddenly realized something was wrong. He touched his arm through the down jacket, and his voice was trembling, "What happened to your hand?"

"It's okay, a little injury. I was hit by the instrument." Song Yu helped Lezhishi's head and kissed his forehead several times, and quickly took Lezhishi into the car and let him sit down, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "

Le Zhishi shook his head and didn't cry anymore, "I took anti-hyperreaction drugs and vitamins, and now I feel more comfortable." He couldn't help but emphasize, "Song Yu, I don't have the disease, I can control it. Very good. I bought a lot of useful things on the way and brought you water and food. Did you not eat? How about your seniors? I bought them too..."

When he saw Lezhi showing his backpack to him, Song Yu was suddenly speechless. He didn't expect that Lezhishi would be so sensible, doing this in such a short time, and his mood was complicated for a while.

Discovering Song Yu's silence, Le Zhishi also put his backpack aside.

"You definitely don't want me to come."

Le Zhishi lowered his eyes, his voice was very weak, "Maybe I also think I will only cause trouble, but I really can't bear to wait for you without doing anything...I can't wait."

Song Yu finally couldn't help it, stretched out his left hand to hold Lezhishi's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I worried you."

He explained in a flustered manner, "My phone was smashed in the beginning, and it is not in my hand now. I sent you a message halfway through, but it may not have been sent..."

Le Zhishi hugged him gently, touching his shoulder and back comfortingly, "It's okay, brother."

"I am not afraid of seeing you."

Like so many people in the disaster, they comforted each other like weak and trapped beasts, and the lucky ones can hug each other. Unfortunately, perhaps only the fingertips under the ruins are close to each other.

But love gives the power to survive.

Solved the problem of the physical layer code of the special machine. Song Yu, who had worked continuously for more than ten hours with injuries, was replaced. He repeatedly checked the high reaction situation of Lezhishi and found that it was better than he thought.

Lezhishi distributed many of the anti-rebellious drugs he bought to Song Yu and the others in the car, and gave them biscuits and bread. Volunteers didn't have their turn to distribute food before. There was only water. The firefighters didn't eat anything all night and stuffed a few buns while driving, which made them hungry.

"Thanks to you, otherwise I will be dizzy when driving, which is too dangerous."

Le Zhishi kept shaking his head, "I'm causing you trouble."

"Multiple people have more power." Another surveyor said with a smile.

They leaned in the car for a short rest for a few hours. When the sky was dark, Le Zhishi woke up with a headache and took some medicine. Then they leaned in the car and supported Song Yu, who was so tired that he was not conscious, to lean on. Sleep on your own lap. He bent over, gently covering his head and shoulders.

Aftershocks came later than they thought, and there were early warnings. One time was 8:10 in the morning, the warning time was 16 seconds, and the estimated intensity was 3.2 degrees. The other time was only one and a half hours apart, the warning time was 18 seconds, the estimated intensity was 3.0 degrees, and the tremor was slightly weaker.

There were early warnings on both occasions and everyone remained vigilant. The casualties were far smaller than the first high-level earthquake.

At noon, they drove to the centralized tent area to pick up their lunch. Song Yu was injured, Le Zhishi stood in line for him, and suddenly heard someone shouting on a loudspeaker among the volunteers and the disaster-stricken area, "Are there anyone who can speak foreign languages? College students are also okay. Is there anyone who knows the law? Shortage of manpower!"

Standing at the front of the line, Lezhishi looked in that direction, and saw that the person holding the trumpet found nothing.

The staff in front of the line sighed, "This place is so biased, except for tourists, there are no college students or lawyers..."

Another said, “I heard that foreign tourists were injured, and some local victims of the disaster are now seeking compensation from them. Every year, earthquakes are like this. It’s too late to save people before, and there are people making trouble in the back. I couldn’t be too busy, and there were too few volunteers who could provide legal advice."

When the two people left and only Lezhi was left, he took the meal that was handed over and left the team.

It is really difficult for him to face the scene of the disaster.

The volunteer eldest brother who asked for help shouted into the megaphone again: "Are there anyone who understands foreign languages? Are there volunteers who can provide legal help? You don't need a lawyer, as long as you understand the process! If so, please contact the Volunteer Headquarters! We are right here..."

Halfway through, a pale-faced young boy walked up to him, "Hello."

"I should be able to help a little bit."