Lovely Allergen

When the earthquake happened, Song Yu was dangling oxygen to control the drone in the measurement and control vehicle.

At that time, the shock was very strong. Although the car was anti-vibration, it was still shaking.In order to keep the special machine for high-precision surveying and mapping in the alpine region, Song Yu was still operating the console until the heavy instrument fixed on the right fell down.

It hurt his hand, and also smashed the mobile phone that was playing the transmitted video on the console.

When the instrument was moved away, there was a heavy dull pain in the arm for a moment, half of the body's strength was almost taken away, the alarm sounded in the car, the screams of the people in the same group, and the sudden interruption of the communication device .

Very confusing.

Song Yu was quite calm, saved the machine data immediately, and left the measurement and control car with the help of the senior. When he got off the car, he found that his mobile phone was still in the car. He wanted to go up to get it, but was stopped by another senior. Forcibly take him to an open area to wait for emergency.

Everyone in the emergency surveying and mapping team did emergency training when they joined the team. Everyone found a safe place to hide. In the whole team, only Song Yu was injured, and there were two seniors who were responsible for individual ground work. They were out of the team. Worry.

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

"No phone calls, no signal."

"Neither can I."

There were ten people in the same group plus Professor He. Two of them left the team to go out. The remaining five had mobile phones and only one power bank. No one successfully dialed out the phone.The oxygen tanks are not enough, Song Yu is injured, and they can't even find medical assistance now.

Accompanying Professor He was the office director of the local earthquake bureau. After the earthquake, he immediately asked Professor He's team for support.

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 such a critical situation, Professor He did not agree immediately, but said to the young people he brought along: "You must hurry up and go back now, otherwise no one can predict what will happen later."

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

"I can ask them to send you a car to take you out. Get ready now."

No one is leaving.

"I won't go back." The first one to speak was a senior, "What we are doing is emergency response. What is it if we run away if something happens?" She took out a paper and pen from her bag and wrote an agreement by herself. , signed at the bottom and handed it to Professor He.

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

This disaster came completely unexpectedly. They were suddenly on a mission, which was not what they should have done.

No one is really not afraid.

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

He didn't say a word.Enduring the pain and writing my name with my left hand, it was the most scribbled one.

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

"The forearm is broken. I want to fix it for you. Be careful."

Song Yu frowned slightly the whole time, but didn't speak.Just kept asking, "Is there a signal?"

"No, there is still no signal. Xiaoyue's mobile phones are turned off, and they said that there will be heavy snow in the afternoon." He was worried, "We must collect enough images of the disaster before the snow falls, otherwise we will not be able to take pictures by then."

Another senior sister was using a notebook to model and process the previous images, without looking up, "Satellite phones are also available, you have to give us one."

"Satellite phones are the most scarce thing right now, and the command center and medical teams are not enough. They say they will help us get one before noon tomorrow."

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

"They'll be on the walkie-talkie in a minute."

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

The senior who was processing the data suddenly found a program reporting an error, "There is something wrong with this, who of you can program?"

"Me. I wrote the remote sensing program." Song Yu just raised his arm and threw himself into the emergency mission. He debugged the program with only one left hand and regained control of the special supply machine amidst the turmoil.

The built-in low-level code of the special supply machine was also rewritten by Song Yu. Without his presence, if something really went wrong, no one could solve it in a short time.

A team of less than ten people, consisting of graduate students and doctors, supported the first-line emergency surveying and mapping tasks at the first time of the disaster. Remote sensing drones hovered over the turbulent land, allowing the command center to provide the most accurate rescue. Guidance, successfully rescued many people trapped in the epicenter.

"Xiao Luo and Chenchen who went out are back!"

This was the first good news they got that day, even though both of them were somewhat injured.But they also brought back very precious ground data, which were provided to the two senior sisters of the data processing team and Professor He to carry out disaster map modeling.

After the shaking gradually subsided, they returned to the mobile measurement and control vehicle and built an emergency mobile monitoring platform in a short time.Each of them takes on multiple tasks and has no skills at all.After six hours in the afternoon, Song Yu was working on two laptops and a drone control console with one hand, not even having time to drink a sip of water.

But as long as he had a chance to catch his breath, he would repeat, "Is there a signal?"

The heavy snow fell and the temperature plummeted. Many people's mobile phones were frozen and turned off. Song Yu's mobile phone screen was smashed, and there was no time to check whether it was broken or turned off.Later, volunteers came to deliver water. Song Yu, who was monitoring them, seemed to be able to make calls with an old-fashioned phone.He got up quickly, hanging his arms and begging others to lend them to him.

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

He's always been too calm, and whether it's breaking his hand or multitasking, he's disciplined, not like a normal student, but like a real emergency mapper.

But when he got an old mobile phone that might be able to communicate with the outside world, and entered a series of numbers on the small keys with one hand that he could almost memorize, Song Yu's fingers suddenly trembled, his brows were tightly frowned, and he held Hold the phone close to your ear.

Still can't get out.

"Try sending text messages. They send text messages, but they may not be able to send them out, but sometimes they are lucky." The volunteers were not sure, "I also heard..."

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

[I'm Song Yu, I'm safe, I can't contact you on my phone for now, don't worry about me, just wait for me at home. ]

Looking at the spinning icon, there is this message.Song Yu couldn't bear it, and posted two more.

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

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

In the past 20 years, apart from the occasional hope that Le Zhishi could show him some affection beyond brotherhood, this is the second time Song Yu has such a strong hope, just to let this weak signal be better for a while, Let Le Zhi see his news, can you come over.

A conversation between Yang and Qizhe seemed to be some kind of omen between them.

Song Yu kept looking for Lezhi when he needed it.The only thing he needs to do when he needs to know is to wait in place, especially in the face of a disaster, he is afraid that he will not be able to bear it when he knows.

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

He will always come to him.

He didn't know if these two messages sent between heavy tasks had actually been sent to Le Zhishi, so he could only repeat them to the volunteer. If there is any news, please contact him.

As the snow fell harder and harder, the command center kept reporting back the number of people rescued. Every time there was one more of them, the emergency response team would breathe a sigh of relief, and the emergency mobile monitoring that relied on their hard work began to show its disadvantages.

Heavy snow covered most of the landscape, and the number of effective images sent back from drone aerial photography was decreasing.

Fortunately, after dark, the emergency surveying and mapping team of dozens of people from the provincial capital finally came to the epicenter, brought more mobile measurement and control vehicles, and finally established a larger ground individual system.The injured Song Yu couldn't go to the ground to perform shooting tasks like the others. The seniors in the group left one by one under the command. When the last person left, Song Yu stretched out his left hand and grabbed him.

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

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

Song Yu, two emergency surveyors from the provincial capital, and a firefighter were working on the mobile monitoring platform. The hanging right hand was not fixed enough, and it hurt when it shook. The command center kept checking the location on the walkie-talkie, and he couldn't stop. , so he asked the surveyor beside him to help him tighten it with a bandage, and continued to complete the positioning transmission with the other hand.

"It's saved, it's saved!"

"Here's one!"

The voice of the rescue team on the intercom was muffled, but at least it was a relief.

"Fortunately, you are here this time. You are really a savior." The firefighter said to Song Yu in the control vehicle, "You have saved at least [-] hours of rescue time. So far, there is only one death. It is a blessing."

Song Yu didn't think this was a good thing. He didn't even want to hear the death toll, but he was the one who confirmed the number of casualties every ten seconds.It was very inappropriate, he thought of Le Zhishi when he failed to watch the movie in the cinema.

He always said that Le Zhishi was stressed about disasters, but Song Yu thought he should be too.

When I was young, I experienced Uncle Le’s departure, constantly watching the news of disaster relief, repeated stimulation, all of which were manifestations of my own psychological stress.It wasn't until he found a life plan to participate in the rescue that Song Yu felt that he had found a way to heal himself.

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

"Hopefully that number doesn't increase any more."

One more, and one more broken family.

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

"I hope. It's too difficult." The firefighter is also very young, maybe in his early twenties, wearing a bright orange fire suit, and his complexion is very dark. He sighed, "Damn... for this job, I Girlfriends broke up with me."

Not long after, he laughed at himself again, "Fortunately, we broke up..."

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

"What's not dangerous? Those young nurses are small, and if they are short of people, they need to carry a stretcher. I saw them rescue people on the spot, and some of them shed tears while saving people." He shook his head, and the car continued on. Qian Kai said, "They're all human, no one is afraid. The first time I really participated in a rescue at the age of 19, my hands were fucking shaking."

"When this kind of fuck is happening, someone always wants to do it. Otherwise, what should I do? I can't watch everyone wait to die together."

Song Yu listened silently, and suddenly felt that his anxiety had calmed down a little, and he stopped repeatedly confirming the death toll.Being in the middle of it and doing a job that can save people, Song Yu finally did not have such a strong resistance to the disaster.

Because he has the initiative and is the group of people who can get on at the worst time.

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

Song Yu, who was immersed in data collection, didn't look up, and turned around after being patted on the shoulder.

"Volunteers who collect missing persons are looking for you." The surveyor put down the instrument and shouted down, and they picked up another volunteer.

"Are you Song Yu?" The volunteer crossed out Song Yu's name in his missing record in a panic. He was very grateful, "Great, great, there is one less..." He reported to the firefighters This location happened to be the concentration of disaster victims where they were going to measure and control the safety.

The volunteer handed him another old mobile phone in his hand, "Someone is looking for you, it seems to be your boyfriend. See if you can call him back now."

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

"Is he safe?"

"Be safe and stay with my friend."

But his phone didn't get through, Lezhishi turned off.

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

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

His eyes frantically searched, silently reciting Le Zhishi's name in his heart.

Until a certain tent was disassembled, the stiff waterproof cloth slowly fell down, 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 down, carrying a big bag that looked like it would crush him, holding a portable oxygen cylinder in one hand, and a tent frame in the other, looking like a real volunteers.

He didn't expect the reunion to be like this.He who came along the way thought that he would collapse when he was happy, and he would fall ill due to excessive emotions, or get lost on the road, or even suffer from cold because he was not prepared enough.

But Le Zhishi is braver and more sensible than he imagined, and he even provides very important help to others when manpower is the most scarce.

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

"It's okay, a little injury, I was hit by an instrument." Song Yu supported the back of Le Zhishi's head and kissed his forehead several times, then quickly took Le Zhishi into the car and asked him to sit down, "Are you feeling unwell? "

Le Zhishi shook his head and stopped crying, "I took anti-hypertensive medicine and vitamins, and I feel better now." He couldn't help emphasizing, "Song Yu, I didn't have an illness, 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? Where are your seniors and sisters? I bought them too..."

When he saw Le Zhi and showed him his backpack, Song Yu was suddenly speechless.He didn't expect Lezhi to be so rational, to do this in such a short time, and his mood was complicated for a while.

Noticing Song Yu's silence, Le Zhi also put his backpack aside.

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

Le Zhi lowered his eyes and said in a weak voice, "Maybe I think I'm only here to 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 Le Zhishi's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

He explained in a panic, "My phone was smashed at the beginning, and it's not in my hands now. I sent you a message halfway, but it may not have been sent..."

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

"I'm not afraid when I see you."

Like many people in the disaster, they comforted each other like weak and trapped beasts. Those who were lucky could hug each other, but those who were unlucky might only have their fingertips trying to get close under the ruins.

But love gives the power to survive.

Solved the problem of the physical layer code of the special supply machine, and Song Yu, who had been working continuously for more than ten hours with injuries, was replaced. He repeatedly checked the high-resistance status of Lezhishi and found that it was better than he imagined.

Le Zhishi distributed the many kinds of anti-reflex medicine he bought to Song Yu and other people in the car, and gave them biscuits and bread.The volunteers didn't have their turn when they distributed food, only water. The firefighters didn't eat all night, so they stuffed a few small breads while driving, which was enough to satisfy their hunger.

"Thanks to you, otherwise I would feel dizzy while driving, it would be too dangerous."

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

"Many people have so much power." Another surveyor said with a smile.

They rested briefly in the car for a few hours. When the sky was getting dark, Le Zhi woke up with a headache and took some medicine. Sleep on your own lap.He bent over, gently protecting his head and shoulders.

The aftershocks came later than they thought, and there were early warnings.One was at 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 later, the warning time was 18 seconds, the estimated intensity was 3.0 degrees, and the tremor was slightly weaker.

There were early warnings both times, and everyone remained vigilant, and the casualties were far less than the first high-level earthquake.

At noon, they drove to the concentrated tent area to receive lunch.Song Yu was injured, and Le Zhishi stood in line for him, when suddenly he heard someone shouting through a loudspeaker in the crowd of volunteers and the disaster-stricken area, "Is there anyone who can speak foreign languages? College students are also welcome. Is there anyone who understands the law? It's very busy here." Shortage of manpower!"

Standing at the front of the line, looking in that direction when I was happy, I saw that the person holding the trumpet got nothing.

The staff queuing in front sighed, "This place is so remote, except for tourists, there are no college students or lawyers..."

Another person said, "I heard that some foreign tourists were injured, and some local households affected by the disaster are now asking for compensation from them. This is the case every year in earthquakes. It is too late to save people in front, and people behind are making trouble." , are simply too busy, and there are too few volunteers who can provide legal advice.”

When the two left and only Le Zhi was left, he took the meal and left the line.

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

The elder brother of the volunteer who asked for help shouted into the loudspeaker again: "Is there anyone who understands foreign languages? Is there any volunteer who can provide legal help? No lawyer is needed, as long as you understand the process! If so, please contact the volunteer headquarters!" We're just..."

Only halfway through, a pale young boy walked up to him, "Hello."

"I should be able to help."