Chapter 84 The dead are gone, the living remain
Shi Ye had long thought that everything could be more peaceful, but the tears still could not be stopped, and his voice gradually choked up under the calmness.
She felt sad and heartbroken just thinking about it.
The story is plain but sad.
Everything started out as a normal and happy daily life.
The summer vacation when I was 13 years old.
Shi Ye was promoted to the first grade of junior high school, and Lou Muxiao was about to graduate from his senior year.
The earthquake surveying and mapping department of Handan University went on a geological survey in Tibet, and Lou Muxiao accompanied them as a member of the team.
Over the past four years, their scientific expeditions have covered every special geological type area.
During the hard times of sleeping outdoors, I also felt that my brother seemed to become darker every time he came back from going out. The darker his skin color was, the more he wanted to go on another "adventure".
The father asked about their harvest and what they saw and heard this time, and the mother kept complaining that he was going hungry outside again and had become so thin. How could compressed biscuits be eaten as a real meal?
But he would still ask the aunt to add a few more dishes he liked, and serve them to him while chatting with her.
What about her?
She will have special accessories bought for her by Lou Muxiao and beautiful little flowers representing the local geography and climate.
Inside the glass bottle is a preserved bloom with soil, and inside the book clip is an everlasting flower made from a petal.
Lou Muxiao received as many gifts as the places she visited during her four years at Handan University.
The list goes on.
At that time her name was Lou Zhao.
But the accident happened so suddenly. It was not a natural disaster such as a flash flood or mudslide that is easy to encounter in the wild.
It was an event that no one had expected.
It was an evening filled with the aroma of butter tea.
The surveying and mapping work has been basically completed and the team is about to return.
He met the little Tibetan girl chasing the kite on a country road in Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture.
When the out-of-control tractor rushed down the slope, Lou Muxiao pushed the girl away as naturally as he usually helped Lou Zhao brush away his bangs.
There was no rumbling crash.
How can a mortal body defeat steel armor?
All that was left was Lou Muxiao's earthquake monitoring team work ID card hanging on his backpack, which gently fluttered among the geraniums.
The Gesang flowers swayed in the wind, but Lou Muxiao's life ended here.
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It rains a lot in the south of the Yangtze River, and the winter is no exception.
The December rain was cold and humid, and Zhou Junheng couldn't bear to get wet and catch a cold again. He could also read the look in his eyes that showed hesitancy to speak.
The black umbrella was raised above her head, tilted towards her, so that not even a drop of rain could fall on her hair.
Shi Ye took the man's arm and walked down the stairs.
The stone road is not long or steep, but the slippery moss seems to give visitors a reason to slow down.
The rest of the story ends too long.
How could the story be told hastily on Cemetery Hill?
It was like the most incredible accident, ending a young life simply and hastily.
But the story that the accident brought to the family is so long that it has not ended yet.
The snowstorm at the Southern Railway Station at the end of 2008.
After being dispersed by the crowd, in this busy, messy and disorderly strange and cold place, night fell faster than the rescue team.
The blizzard, mountainous area, New Year's Day, and darkness, all combined together, made the rescue much more difficult.
The 5-year-old also cried. She was very tired, hungry and scared.
When the rescue team found her, she had already been frozen stiff, and the root cause of the cold body disease had been established from then on.
Even in the extremely cold environment of more than 20 degrees below zero outside, Shi still had a high fever.
At the same time, damage to the hippocampus caused by hypothermia leads to memory loss, and episodic memory before the age of 5 is already fragile.
The overwhelming roar of the avalanche and the bleeding scene of Shi Qing being injured by falling rocks were even more of a huge psychological trauma.
She couldn't remember any information about herself at the time. She didn't know her family, let alone where she came from.
At that time, information retrieval and DNA technology were not yet complete, and the police temporarily treated her as an orphan. The moment she woke up, she couldn't stop crying.
The Lou couple were the rescuers in this disaster relief effort. Both Lou's father and mother are professors at Southern Medical College.
They couldn't bear to see Shi Ye's tearful eyes, so they gave Shi Ye, who was abandoned by the whole world, a home and took her back to Jiangnan.
Named Lou Zhao.
"Zhao" means bright and brilliant, and the repeated use of "Zhao Zhao" strengthens the meaning of brightness.
The Lou couple didn't hope for much. They just hoped that little Zhaozhao would no longer be cold, but would be as warm and bright as the morning sun, with a bright future, full of hope and vitality.
So, Lou Muxiao had a younger sister from then on.
The Lou family was so nice. The whole family was so kind that they never treated her badly or showed favoritism to her because of her adopted status. They only showed her endless love and care.
In the past eight years, Lou Zhao never shed tears of sadness again.
Lou's parents are busy with work, but they always try to accompany her as much as possible.
Lou Muxiao is eight years older than her. He was 13 years old when she came to the Lou family. He was at the age when he was young and playful, but he has fulfilled the responsibilities of an older brother ever since then.
On campus, he accompanied her all the way during those years in the affiliated school. Even though the school was only a few buildings away, she never walked alone on the way to school.
In life, he would give her surprises, help her with her homework, teach her musical instruments, take her to paint and collect folk songs, and even help her tie her hair...
It’s too much, but he truly cares for his sister.
Such a good Lou family.
Such a good Lou Muxiao.
In an instant, everything changed...
At the Tibetan post office, the last postcard Lou Muxiao sent to Lou Zhao was a photo of the vast starry sky at his latitude.
On the back was written, "Zhao Zhao, the starry sky here looks a lot like the crayon drawings you made as a child."
The postmark date is the day the incident occurred.
The last entry in Lou Muxiao's phone memo was, "Base station signals in Tibet are weak. Remember to report safety to Mom and Dad and Mingyu every day."
Mr. Lou never ate any barley cakes again because that was the food his son praised with a smile in his last video.
He will be reminded of people when he sees things.
Shi Ye choked up several times. She didn't know why God would give such a script to the kind-hearted Lou family.
What logic does this have?
Zhou Junheng gently patted the girl's back. He had never experienced this before, so he felt sad just by listening. How could he feel better and not shed tears if he experienced it himself?
The Lou family, who have shown kindness and care to Shi Ye all the way, are truly great.
"In fact, we all know that even if time could go back, he would still save that girl."
Lou Muxiao is too kind, so kind that he is unconditional and is a stranger to her.
"What you saw that day was what the Master said to me: 'The dead are gone, the living are still here, and all is well in heaven and on earth.'"
Time is indeed upon us, but has everything been relieved?
I don’t know anyone else at the time, but my brother’s lover, Mingyu, is always trapped in that summer.
Campus lovers walked through each other's youthful years hand in hand.
In Lou Muxiao's wallet was a photo of the two of them wearing graduation gowns, with the background of the photo being a graffiti wall with the words "Get married after graduation".
They are about to walk into the marriage hall hand in hand.
Lou Muxiao's graduation thesis acknowledgments were still unfinished, and the final part read: "...Special thanks to my girlfriend, Ms. Mingyu, who always came back from night tests..."
This acknowledgment will never be completed.
Mingyu continued writing on the back and dropped it into the mailbox of the old library, the place where they had met countless times: "May you in the parallel world receive this belated love letter intact."
Seven days after the funeral, Mingyu received the 7th anniversary gift that Lou Muxiao had ordered: the amulet and bracelet that he had requested for her at the Potala Palace.
He wrote in the shop at the foot of the Potala Palace that he wished to stay with his lover Mingyu for the rest of his life.
Summer clothes forever winter, their love stays in that summer from then on.
The mint green shirt that Lou Muxiao wore when he left is still hanging on the outermost side of Mingyu's closet.
During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, she would replace the dehumidifier box with his favorite moth-proof sheets with the scent of snow mountain pine, even though the clothes no longer had his scent.
But as long as someone remembers it, it is not completely forgotten or gone.
Among Lou Muxiao’s belongings was a contour map stained with blood. Because it was placed close to his body, the blood stains soaked through it.
The ink marks were intermittent at an altitude of 2,800 meters - exactly where he pushed the Tibetan girl away.
On the back of the drawing was a circle with pencil written on it: "The longitude here is just a little bit away from Mingyu's birthday."
How can anyone let go of such delicate love?
The following year, when the Gesang flowers in Tibet were in full bloom again, Mingyu, the attending physician who came to Tibet for support, was walking out of the emergency room with a stethoscope hanging around his neck when he suddenly heard someone shouting "Mamba" in Tibetan.
She turned around suddenly and knocked over the treatment tray, and the iodine soaked through the hem of her white coat.
That was the only Tibetan word he taught her during his lifetime, and he also used his death to explain this word to the Tibetan girl again, meaning "savior."
In the corner of the infusion room, the Tibetan girl he had rescued was waiting for her with air-dried cheese.
The Tibetan girl knew that her brother had passed away to save her, and her sister loved him, so she also came to save them.
The ring engraved with their student numbers was always on Mingyu's finger.
Now, Mingyu would go to the Yangtze River on the fifth day of every month and strike a copper bowl. The sound startled water birds and flew over the ferry where he proposed to her.
As he always said: "Earthquake waves can penetrate the earth's core, so love can certainly penetrate life and death.
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