Chapter 360 An Ancestor
Taking a deep breath, Xia Wange rubbed her solar plexus to calm herself down a little. She had been depressed for so many days and had seen so many separations and deaths. She was very agitated now, as if something was blocking her heart and it was difficult to relieve it. She knew this was normal, but Lu Qiu's behavior of disregarding her own life made her angry and distressed.
Before, she told Lu Qiu that he could only send blessings before or after the disaster because he could not bear two doses of gratitude in return, as that would directly crush his body. If he was unlucky, he might be directly corroded by the purple energy and lose all vitality.
Intellectually, she knew that this was his choice, and there was nothing wrong with it. It was great love, the right way, and no one could say it was wrong. But emotionally, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to slap him.
Sure enough, since ancient times, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial, and it has been difficult to balance the big and small families.
Xia Wange had accumulated too many negative emotions in the past few days. Before the disaster, she had tried her best to hypnotize herself, telling herself that everyone has their own destiny, natural disasters are ruthless, and she just need to do her best. After all, she had been involved in the affairs of the underworld before, and had seen too many unjust, false, and wrong cases, joys and sorrows, separations of life and death. But when the time really came, she found that no matter how much she had seen, she was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with emotions.
Taking the yellow rose beside her, Xia Wange twisted it in her palm.
"In memory of lost love..." Muttering these words, Xia Wange put the rose back to its place.
As soon as the road is opened, she will rush to Beijing to see Lu Qiu. He is lucky to be alive now.
Trying hard to put away all the negative emotions and slowly exhaling the air in her chest, Xia Wange tried hard to suppress the noisy emotions in her heart. With an empty attitude, she picked up her phone, opened Lu Qiu's WeChat, organized her words in a calm and emotionless way, and sent them to him.
Xia Xia: [You little bastard, are you still alive?! ]
After sending it, Xia Wange saw a small red exclamation mark after what he had sent.
She blinked and walked around the tent with her phone, only to find that the signal was full.
So she sent another question mark, still with a small red exclamation mark at the end.
Xia Wange walked around the tent in confusion, and then she asked the person sitting next to her, "Is the signal here bad? Why did the things I sent turn into exclamation marks?"
The person next to him stood up in confusion and said, "That shouldn't be the case. I've been using my phone and it's working fine. How come... No, you've been blocked."
"Blocked?" Xia Wange, who had never been blocked by anyone before, felt her temples throbbing. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes. Every time we quarrel, my girlfriend will block me. I will definitely not admit my mistake..." When he said this, the voices of the people next to him became smaller and smaller. He had just experienced the earthquake, and then was blocked by someone. It was really miserable.
After taking several deep breaths, Xia Wange held the railing of the iron bed and tried to control her emotions. After a long while, she asked, "Is there any news? When can the traffic be restored?"
"I heard it will be soon." The person next to her saw that the other person's face looked very bad, which was very similar to the look of being blocked by her boyfriend, so she whispered to comfort him, "Don't be angry, you have been blocked by someone, and you have been through such a big thing, there is nothing you can't get over. If this boyfriend is not good, just change him, a friend in need is a friend indeed..."
"He's not my boyfriend." Xia Wange let go of the slightly deformed iron railing and narrowed her eyes. "He's an ancestor who is looking for death."
The person next to him: “…”
"Xiao, why are there so many flowers in the tent here? I didn't see any in other places. Where did they come from?" A uniformed, bearded man walked in and looked around the tent.
"Oh, I asked about this. It was sent here by people who donated the supplies." The person next to him said quickly.
"It's a waste of manpower. Even if it's a donation of supplies, you shouldn't waste energy on these flowers. It's hard to get the necessary supplies, and yet you're doing this."
"I heard that these flowers were there before the earthquake, so they were sent here together." The person next to him explained, "At that time, the psychologist also said that it is a good thing to look at something fresh and alive at this time, which can give people some strength in their hearts."
"That's true." The man nodded. "Once I came to this place and saw these flowers, I felt a little better and not so depressed. I thought too little. Alas, ordinary people have never experienced a disaster in their lifetime. The golden rescue time has passed. Everyone alive now is a miracle..."
Xia Wange heard the person at the door talking, looked up, and happened to meet the person's eyes. The person at the door recognized Xia Wange at a glance, "Xie, I remember you, you are the one who always told us where people were buried. Little girl, you have saved a lot of people these days. Can you tell me how you did it?"
Xia Wange remembered this person. He should be the person in charge of this area. She often saw him working when she was out. After a moment of silence, she made up an excuse and said, "I smelled it."
"Smell it with your nose?" Several people said in unison, but soon they all nodded together. There are all kinds of strange things in the world, and many people do have extraordinary abilities.
"But I can't smell it now." Xia Wange said.
A whole bag of jade has been used up, some destroyed, some broken, and the disaster has slowly and orderly entered another stage.
The other party showed a regretful look, "I was originally going to ask if you were willing to work with us, what a pity."
He had seen with his own eyes this little girl pointing to a place. Wherever she said there was something, it was there. If she said someone was alive, it was alive. To put it bluntly, her nose was more sensitive than that of a search and rescue dog. With her help, she saved many people. Sometimes it was even more useful than a life detector.
"Excuse me, I want to go out of the city, what should I do?" Xia Wange asked, "I'm not from here, I want to go to Beijing."
"There's a bus to the airport in the next city at six tonight. If you want to go, you can squeeze in."
Xia Wange nodded, looked at the time, and walked straight out of the tent.
She glanced at the red exclamation mark on Lu Qiu's WeChat again and turned to send a message to Zhang Song.
Xia Wange: [How is Lu Qiu? ]
Zhang Song seemed very excited and quickly replied: [Xia Jie, you finally contacted me. Mr. Lu fainted in the afternoon of the first day after the earthquake. After he was finally sent back to Beijing, I have no idea what happened to him.]
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