dizziness

There is no road built on this mountain, but the mountain people have walked a lot, and after a long time, they can barely make a road out, but now it has been washed away by the continuous heavy rain.

The road was muddy, and walking was difficult. The soil in this mountainous area was originally soft, but after being soaked in the rain, it seemed to be sticky. Once you stepped down, you had to work hard to continue walking. Coupled with the strong wind blocking it, it took a lot of people's time. physical strength.

Maybe it's not a big deal, but the dangerous thing is the rolling rocks around, even if it's the size of a palm, the speed of rushing down from the mountain, if it's hit, it's no small thing, and even The rocks landed at Ruan Miaomiao's feet several times, but thanks to the protection of Ling Zhao and a few little soldiers, Zhou Quan was lucky enough not to be hit.

Now that he is on the scene, Ruan Miaomiao deeply realizes how reckless he was when he wanted to enter the mountain alone. Hearing the sound of those rolling rocks, Ruan Miaomiao dare not look at it, or even think about it, in such a harsh environment Now, with no one to protect Owen, even an inconspicuous stone might kill him, so what will happen to him now...

"Why are you in a daze! Hurry up and leave! Don't die!"

Ling Zhao yelled and pulled Ruan Miaomiao over, when another stone fell on the spot where Ruan Miaomiao was standing just now, Ling Zhao was so angry that he glared at him.

"I'm sorry..." Ruan Miaomiao was also taken aback, and followed Ling Zhao closely, "How long will it take for us to find the school?"

Ling Zhao continued to walk, observed the surrounding situation vigilantly, and said in a low voice: "It's impossible for us to find it. Now we can only find a way after reconciling with the rescue team. The people in front I will also split them up to look for them, maybe there will be news.”

"Then...they'll be fine, right?"

"..."

Ling Zhao didn't speak anymore. Under such circumstances, no one can guarantee that anyone will be safe, including Ling Zhao himself.

Seeing that Ruan Miaomiao still wanted to ask more questions, a little soldier patted him on the shoulder and shook his head at him: "I believe in Captain Ling. Once there is news about the school, he will do his best to save people. My mother said that lucky people have their own days." matching."

This little soldier was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and even the camouflage uniform he was wearing looked extraordinarily spacious, and his childish face was comforting him with a calm expression at this moment.

Ruan Miaomiao was a little touched, nodded, and stopped talking.

He suddenly realized that he might not be a strong person at all, and he had never been strong before. Owen could go to such a place alone to support education without saying a word of hardship, and the child in front of him should have been taken care of by his parents. However, he has already shouldered the lives of others. In comparison, he, who has no courage to even step out of the house, seems to be unworthy of Owen and this relationship in an instant.

Tribulations not only make people grow their minds, but also their minds, and let us see ourselves clearly again and again.

Ling Zhao used the walkie-talkie to communicate with the front all the way, and constantly corrected the direction in the heavy rain. After walking for more than an hour, everyone's faces showed tiredness.

Walking to an open space, which is a safe distance away from the mountain, Ling Zhao ordered everyone to take a rest and make some adjustments before continuing on the road.

Although Ruan Miaomiao was impatient, she also knew that she couldn't do anything arbitrarily, so she sat down and took a sip of water, then stared at the mountain in a daze.

Ling Zhao wrapped the cigarette in plastic paper, lit it and put it in his mouth. Seeing Ruan Miaomiao's worried look, he sighed and walked up to him: "I said, don't act like you are bitter and hateful." Okay, the emotion of saving people has been affected by you, although there is no good news, but there is no bad news either, can you stop crying early."

"You don't understand..." Ruan Miaomiao shook her head, her voice choked up, "Before he left, we had a big fight and I didn't even say goodbye to him. I was really scared that we would see each other again Can't reach him..."

"Hey, hey! Who just said that he will be fine? You can cheer up! Otherwise, I will waste my energy to accompany you this trip," Ling Zhao stared at him like iron and steel, sucking After taking a puff of smoke, he continued, "You came here because of him. To be honest, I've never seen a person as stubborn as you. It's said that husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes. What made you fall in love like this?"

Ruan Miaomiao didn't answer, because only people who have never loved before would ask such a question. Loving someone is not just a little bit of evidence, but the whole of those bits and pieces piled up.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ling Zhao just smiled and didn't ask any more questions, perhaps because he felt that the word "love" was really troublesome.

There was another humming sound from the walkie-talkie, and Ling Zhao wiped away the casualness on his face, and began to communicate with the other party seriously.

According to news from the front, most of the villagers who died in the flooded village have been escorted down the mountain, and they are still doing their best to search for survivors, and another group of search personnel has also found the specific location of the school.

Hearing this, Ruan Miaomiao hurriedly stood up and said nervously, "Then what are they doing now?!"

Ling Zhao signaled him to be quiet, and said into the intercom, "Tell me the location of the school first."

The intercom replied quickly: "It should not be far from where you are now, about two kilometers to the west."

"How is the situation at the school? Have you found any survivors?"

After Ling Zhao finished speaking, for some reason, it took a long time to receive a reply: "...Ling Dui, there are no survivors...the school...is buried."

all buried...

Ruan Miaomiao took a deep breath, her eyes turned black, she even forgot to breathe, her hands and feet were so cold that she lost all consciousness.

"All buried... what do you mean..."

Ruan Miaomiao's lips were pale, and her voice trembled weakly, while Ling Zhao at the side was still yelling into the walkie-talkie: "Have you searched hard?! Are adults and children alive?! You... Ruan Miaomiao! Hurry up and bring him back!" !"

Before Ling Zhao finished speaking, she saw Ruan Miaomiao stumbling towards the west, and several soldiers hurried to catch up.

Ruan Miaomiao didn't know where the strength was coming from. The soldiers grabbed him several times, but they all broke free with great force, and went on a rampage like crazy.

"Forget it," Ling Zhao called to his subordinates, "Let him go, let's follow closely and pay attention to the surrounding situation."

But even so, Ruan Miaomiao had not been trained after all, so he fell many somersaults along the way, covered in mud, and could not tell whether it was tears or rain on his face, until a pile of ruins appeared in front of his eyes, Ruan Miaomiao stopped.

The mound of earth that collapsed from the landslide was very high. The first dozen search and rescue personnel who arrived at first wandered around, as small as ants. The national flag propped up by bamboo poles had been pressed under the soil, and the one-story house in the school could be vaguely seen. A mess of wreckage.

Although he made the worst mental preparations, when Ruan Miaomiao saw this scene, he still tremblingly raised his hand to cover his mouth. He didn't dare to make any sound, as if afraid of disturbing the dead silence.

He scrambled to the foot of the mound, inserted his hands into the soil, and kept digging out. His hands were soon cut by sharp stones. Ruan Miaomiao didn't hum, just kept digging, digging, mechanically Repeating this meaningless action, the tears seem to emit a tragic taste in the soil.

When the search and rescue personnel saw him like this, it was very dangerous, and it might cause another landslide. They couldn't help but tried to dissuade them, but they were stopped by Ling Zhao. The area of ​​the landslide was too large, and Ruan Miaomiao's behavior was too insignificant. , I am afraid that he will stop after a long time, and Ling Zhao feels uncomfortable, and he can't bear to smash this person's last hope.

The search and rescue personnel reported to Ling Zhao that they had decided to stop the search and rescue. If there was someone below, there was no way they could still be alive. There was no road here, and large cranes couldn't drive in. The people buried below would probably have to sleep here forever.

Ling Zhao nodded solemnly, and the search and rescue personnel dispersed. They picked up their whistles and blew them continuously. The sharp whistle was especially desolate in the open mountains and fields. Survivors who came out might call for help when they heard the whistle, but the chance of finding survivors by this method is extremely low. This desolate whistle is more of a mourning for the victims.

The whistle lasted for a long time, and there was no movement around. After everyone stopped, Ruan Miaomiao was still buried in the mound of dirt. He couldn't find anything, couldn't see anything, except dirt, but that person Even a little telepathy is unwilling to give him alms.

Ruan Miaomiao finally fell into the mound of soil, squeezed the soil with both hands, and cried bitterly.

He couldn't bear that person lying there alone, so dark, so cold, so lonely...

"Owen...I'm here...will you go home with me..."

Ruan Miaomiao murmured tearfully, closing her eyes seemed to be able to reappear, the man shouted almost desperately, calling his name until he was swallowed up by the darkness without a trace.

He couldn't convince himself that if he couldn't find any trace of Owen, it could be assumed that he had never been here, maybe everything was just a dream he had, and this person named Owen had never appeared in his world, and they had never met , never hurt, never parting and suffering, he came here for the story he fabricated for himself, while the real Owen is still living well elsewhere.

Ling Zhao couldn't stand it any longer. He held Ruan Miaomiao's shoulders, his voice was sour and he didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a while, he said, "I will send more people over... try my best... try my best to find him..."

This was the only comfort Ling Zhao could give Ruan Miaomiao. Seeing that he still didn't respond, Ling Zhao said again: "Go back, it's still very dangerous here, I think if he sees you like this, he won't feel at ease..."

Ruan Miaomiao shook her head, still slumped on the mound without moving, with only tears still flowing.

It's not that he can't go back, he can go back, go back and pretend that that person is still there, pretend that he can still eat with that person, pretend to talk to himself and chat with that person, pretend that everything he can pretend, he knows, about that person Memories, this life is doomed not to be appeased.

Facing such a life, half dreaming and half awake like a lunatic, how much courage will it take to adapt.

Ling Zhao sighed as if giving up, and thought to let him stay like this for a while. After all, if he leaves this time, I am afraid that Ruan Miaomiao will never come in again. Although he has never experienced such feelings, he respects such feelings. emotion.

"Team Ling! Look! What is that!"

As soon as Ling Zhao lit a cigarette, a soldier called out, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw a faint movement on the small hill a few miles away. I don’t know what was moving on the back. The hill in front of me kept falling pebbles. At this moment, a dirty black hand grabbed the top of the hill. Then the other hand followed, and soon a small face poked out from between the hills, as if it took a lot of effort to climb up.

Ling Zhao and everyone were startled when they saw the child. They were at a loss for a moment. Before they could react, they saw the child standing on the hill, looked around at them, and said to his back: "There is someone! There is really someone! Teacher Yang, Teacher Ou! Someone is here to save us!"

After the boy shouted, he waved excitedly at the crowd. His small body was jumping on the hill. Although it was covered in mud, it looked like a cute angel at the moment.

When Ruan Miaomiao heard this, she turned around in shock and stood up, looking at the distant hill with trembling eyes.

"There are survivors! There are survivors!" The little soldiers began to shout, "It's a child! No! There are people! Two, three, four...Ling Que! They are all still alive!"

Ling Zhao watched in disbelief, and with a wave of his hand, all the search and rescue personnel rushed over, only Ruan Miaomiao stood still, watching the children climbing up the hill one after another. The children did not rush down the hill, but It turned around and pulled something under the hill together.

With the help of Yang Hui and the children, Owen finally climbed up the small hill enduring severe pain. One of his legs was injured, and his whole face was pale with pain. Thanks to Yang Hui's support, he could barely stand up. stable.

The search and rescue personnel were still running towards them, and Owen recognized the figure standing in the distance with almost one glance.

Whether it was surprise or joy, he couldn't tell the difference, he just cried out for no reason. In the face of disaster, even if he was injured, he never shed a tear, but when he saw that person appearing in front of his eyes, he Cried.

Because this is the proof that he is still alive, and can still see and feel everything about that person.

"Miaomiao..." Ignoring the injury on his leg, Owen was limping and tottering. Yang Hui hurriedly supported him, and Owen yelled, "Miaomiao! Miaomiao!"

The call seemed to cut through the sky, Ruan Miaomiao woke up startled, and ran towards him all the way.