At this moment, Zhou Jiao, who has been with Zhang Guoqing for two lifetimes, Ping An, and even the relatives of the Zhang family.
They unanimously chose to stay away from the front command tent, concealing the fact that they were so close, and immediately threw themselves into the rescue work without taking a rest.
As night fell, a voice blared from the loudspeaker: "Comrades, let us observe a moment of silence for the people who died in this great earthquake."
This is a sentence Zhang Guoqing repeats every day. He feels that whether it is a superstitious act to comfort the soul or to boost morale, it is necessary.
But the distorted voice made it impossible for people who knew him, even Zhou Jiao, who accompanied him every night, to recognize it.
At this time, Zhang Guoqing had not closed his eyes for more than a week. Two of his communicators had fallen one after another, and only Xiao Wang had been following closely behind him.
In just a few days, Zhang Guoqing became noticeably thinner and his voice became severely hoarse. It was only thanks to Xiao Wang who forced him to drink some water and eat some dry food that he finally recovered.
Fortunately, Zhou Jiao and Ping An were blind and could not see, otherwise how could they devote themselves to the rescue work with peace of mind?
Of course, it wasn't just Zhang Guoqing. All the commanding officers at the forward command center had bloodshot eyes and were all visibly losing weight rapidly.
Time is life. In order to save more lives, everyone is in a sleepless state, facing corpses and broken limbs...
Under such heavy mental pressure, who can relax when faced with the specific data reported by all parties?
Even Zhang Guoqing, who is familiar with history, after comparing historical data, realized that there were many survivors in this war with nature, but he still couldn't express the heaviness in his heart.
He had already heard rumors and complaints from the survivors, but he didn't dare to imagine, let alone delve into who was responsible.
In addition to the couple spreading rumors, there were also people who saw strange phenomena in the sky and suggested natural disasters, but there were always people who said that this was to create public opinion and was counter-revolutionary.
A small number of people who saw that the situation was not right fled, while more people were half-believing and half-doubting and chose to continue going to work. Whose fault is this?
Many times it really is a matter of time and fate!
It all just happened to fit together.
Ping An was busy until late at night, and only then did he have time to look deeply at the tent in the distance that was still lit. He sighed secretly, thinking that his father would not be able to sleep again tonight.
Then he frowned slightly, wondering if it was because of his dizziness and tinnitus. Why did he seem to hear his mother's voice when he was busy in the afternoon?
Probably not!
How could someone with such a mysophobia stand the sight of blood all over the floor? I must be overthinking it.
Ping An, holding a glimmer of hope, leaned against his buddy. Before he could even close his eyes for long, the day was almost dawn. Thinking of what he had seen in his dream, he still felt uneasy.
Ping'an went back to the place he was at yesterday, looked at the landmark, and quickly found a familiar elder. He also soon learned that his biological mother had really come.
He was immediately shocked!
If I remember correctly, what did his mother say before he left? - Oh, don't worry, dad, I'm really at home, I'll wait for you and your dad to come home safely!
Oh my god! You are so brave, does my dad know?
Ping'an thanked the elder and ran all the way to the place in the direction she pointed. He saw a familiar figure bending over to bandage the wound. He was stunned for a moment, stood quietly for a while, and then left quietly.
Since she didn't want him to worry, why wouldn't it be okay for him, her son, to follow her wishes? It was enough for him to know that his mother was not far away.
I have to say, the son resembles his mother.
For example, Zhou Jiao had known that her son was there for a long time. She had once secretly taken a look and saw him busy with his friends, but she didn't want to disturb him.
As long as the child is safe and sound within sight, that's all that matters! Just like the man in the tent, as long as he knows everything is going well, that's all that matters.
The three members of the family were busy with their own work, and no one disturbed you except Zhang Guoqing who was unaware of the situation.
It was not until half a month later, when the rescue work was handed over to the local authorities and Zhang Guoqing began to lead his team back to Beijing, that he learned from Xiao Wang that his wife and son had left on the day they escorted the orphans.
orphan?
Yes. The most unfortunate people in this disaster are the children.
If it weren't for this damn earthquake, they would still be acting like spoiled brats in their mother's arms... They shouldn't have known the warmth and coldness of human nature so early, and they shouldn't have known so many pains that even adults can't explain.
Tengshan was in chaos. This city, which had become a ruin, was filled with a large number of police and militiamen by Zhang Guoqing. However, they could prevent robbers but not the distant relatives of these orphans.
According to the rules he set, all the relics were to be inherited by the immediate family first. One of the most important rules was that all the inheritances of orphans had to be registered, but it was still not enough.
The local education system was severely damaged by the earthquake and the losses were enormous. The city no longer has the capacity to take care of so many children in the short term, and asking disaster relief units to adopt the children is not a long-term solution after all.
Therefore, it was extremely important to send the children out of Tengshan City in a timely manner. However, some children were only four or five years old, and they were wearing two watches left by their parents on their little arms, and even carried with them huge amounts of wealth they had dug up.
Orphans from poor families were easy to deal with, but what about these children? They were like a child crossing the street with a golden bowl in his arms. How could he keep it?
It would be fine if the children grew up in an orphanage. When they reach adulthood, they would naturally return the belongings according to regulations. But what if they were adopted by so-called "kind-hearted people"?
Zhou Jiao and Ping An will escort the orphans away on this day. Zhang Guoqing can understand their feelings very well. It is estimated that his wife is still discussing these details with the relevant departments.
These children have already lost their only relatives in the world, and the next step is to never let them lose the support they rely on for survival in the future.
If we don't raise these issues at this important juncture, who will care about these poor children in the future?
Whether you persuade them with reason or pressure them with force, God is unfair and someone has to take action.
Regarding the fact that his daughter-in-law and son broke the contract and ran to Tengshan without permission, Zhang Guoqing, like his father-in-law Zhou Xiaozheng, was reluctant to beat them up and could only shake his head helplessly.
The weather in Beijing in August was still scorching hot. At this time of year in previous years, Zhang Guoqing would have felt irritable and disliked the oppressive heat, but now that he had returned to this familiar ancient capital...
Looking out the car window once again at the familiar streets and the crowded crowds of people leaving get off work, he never felt it so deeply before...
He really returned to the human world!
Especially the fresh air, there is no longer the suffocating stench of corpses under the scorching sun, and there is no longer the mixed smell of hexachlorobenzene and other medicines filling the nose.
Life is so wonderful!
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