Chapter 52: There’s an earthquake, Song Lehan!
The earth is still shaking.
The doors and windows also swayed up and down.
Xu Jiangcuo slammed the door of Song Lehan's room and shouted urgently: "Song Lehan! Wake up! There's an earthquake!"
No response.
"Wake up! Song Lehan!! There's an earthquake!!!"
Still no response.
Time is running out. If we don’t get her out, she will be buried in the rubble!
Xu Jiangcuo chose to break the door open.
Song Lehan had a habit of locking the door, and he couldn't open it from the outside. He had no choice but to bang his body against the door, trying to knock it off.
Bang bang bang
Each sound is louder than the last.
The old wall of the house began to fall off and hit Xu Jiangcuo's shoulder.
He frowned in pain and took a few steps back, trying to force the door open with the force of his sprint.
Fortunately, this is just a wooden door, which is relatively easy to kick open.
After going back and forth twice, the door finally opened with a "Duang".
Xu Jiangcuo ran in, dodging the falling objects, picked up Song Lehan without saying a word and ran out.
"Song Lehan, wake up, there's an earthquake."
He ran and tried to wake her up.
But the person in his arms was still sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up at all.
If he couldn't feel Song Lehan's body temperature, Xu Jiangcuo would really suspect that she was dead.
He carried Song Lehan to an open area, and people nearby also ran over to avoid the earthquake.
"Oh, didn't the earthquake happen somewhere else?"
"Aftershocks. There will always be aftershocks nearby after a major earthquake."
"It looks like an aftershock from the big earthquake. Otherwise, how could we have escaped? We would have been buried in the ground!"
The crowd gradually gathered, and the popularity dispelled the fear brought by the earthquake.
Xu Jiangcuo listened to the discussions around him and gradually calmed down. He put Song Lehan on the ground and supported her so that she could lean on him to avoid catching a cold.
"Wake up, Song Lehan." He shook her arm gently, and when she didn't respond, he shook it a few more times. "Did you eat something? Why are you sleeping so soundly?"
Xu Jiangcuo knew that antidepressants would contain some sedative ingredients, but they would not make one sleep so deeply.
No matter how I called him, he wouldn't wake up.
Feeling scared, Xu Jiangcuo stretched out his index finger and probed at Song Lehan's philtrum.
Huh, there’s air.
"Song Lehan, don't sleep anymore. You will catch a cold if you continue sleeping." He chattered in her ear.
Gradually, the shaking of the earth became smaller.
At this time, the village chief took out a loudspeaker from somewhere and began to calm the crowd.
"Everyone, don't panic. Stay here for a while and wait until the earthquake is completely over!"
"Um... Is there anyone who would like to volunteer to come with me and get some thick blankets and tents?"
"For everyone's safety tonight, I think we should sleep here for the night and wait and see what instructions our superiors give us tomorrow."
Xu Jiangcuo wanted to go over and help get the things, but he was worried about leaving Song Lehan here alone.
While hesitating, Song Lehan moved his hand.
Then, she opened her eyes, looked around confusedly, and murmured, "Am I dreaming? Why are there so many people..."
"Awake?" Xu Jiangcuo replied, "There was an earthquake just now. I kept calling you but you didn't respond, so I broke the door open and ran here with you in my arms."
Before his brain fully woke up, Song Lehan sat up, scratched his head and yawned.
"Why did you bring me here?"
She asked repeatedly, not yet fully reacting to what Xu Jiangcuo had said.
Xu Jiangcuo sighed, and when he heard the village chief still asking who wanted to go over to get something, he immediately stood up and raised his hand to signal.
"I'll go!" After saying that, he lowered his head and told Song Lehan, "Don't move here. I'll go get some things and come back."
Before leaving, he still worriedly said: "Don't sleep, don't sleep!"
Song Lehan nodded blankly, but was wondering why he wanted to leave.
The temperature difference between day and night in northern Tibet is huge, with nighttime temperatures more than ten degrees lower than daytime. The weather is already getting colder, and the temperature only gets lower at night.
Song Lehan was only wearing thin pajamas, which could not withstand the invasion of the cool wind.
Soon, she began to shiver in the wind, and her mind became much clearer.
"Hiss~" Song Lehan rubbed his arms, curled up into a ball, and waited quietly for Xu Jiangcuo to come back.
It turned out that there was an earthquake just now.
After hearing the discussions of people around him, Song Lehan realized that Xu Jiangcuo had carried him here to avoid the earthquake.
But the door of her room was locked, how did he open it?
Oh oh oh, he said it was knocked open.
That must be so painful!
Song Lehan thought that when he came back, she must take a good look at his back, as it would not be good if it was injured.
While everyone was daydreaming, someone suggested making a fire. Otherwise, if things continued like this, those who didn't die from the earthquake would all be frozen to death.
"Come on, come on, everyone, gather in a circle and sit together."
The village secretary directed the crowd to disperse into two large circles. He then turned around and led the group to collect some firewood and started a fire in the middle of the circle.
Only people from East Village came here. People from West Village and South Village went to another open area closer to their village.
There aren't many people in East Village, only elderly people. Therefore, the circle isn't particularly large, and you can feel the warmth of the fire while sitting inside.
The firewood was lit, and the heat slowly dissipated, and Song Lehan gradually felt warmer.
The villagers all knew each other and had already started chatting with the people around them at this time.
Song Lehan looked around and didn't see many familiar faces.
When she came here before, she lived in the school dormitory. The only people she knew were the teachers and the students' parents.
She didn't really know many people in East Village.
"Miss, you look unfamiliar. Are you from here?" The old lady next to her took the initiative to talk to her.
Song Lehan looked back. The old lady had white hair and no flesh on her face, only dry wrinkles. When she looked at her, the wrinkles were squeezed together, making her look kind and amiable.
She smiled and nodded, "Yes, grandma, I came here to teach, I'm not a local."
"Our village is full of old men and women, with very few young people. You're so young and beautiful, you can't tell at first glance that you're not from here." Grandma kept smiling and said to herself, "It's good to be young. You can do whatever you want. At our age, we don't have the energy to do anything we want."
Song Lehan was curious, "Grandma, how old are you?"
Grandma smiled mysteriously and made a "nine" gesture with her hand. "This year I am exactly ninety."
"Ninety?!" Song Lehan exclaimed, his eyes widening. "I thought you were at most eighty!"
Grandma laughed a few times and waved at Song Lehan, "Let's not talk about age anymore. You won't want to talk to me soon."
"So where do you live now? Isn't there any dormitory left at the school?"
Song Lehan: "I live in Xu Jiangcuo's house."
After she finished speaking, her eyes flashed and she asked, "Grandma, do you know Xu Jiangcuo?"
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