Chapter 28 You are really thin

This sentence coincides with what the person in the dream said.

Lu Heyang's heart shuddered, and he was in a trance for a moment. He looked up to catch Wen Jiyu's face to confirm the authenticity of all this, but he only saw the handsome profile of the other party who lowered his head and carefully took the camera from his bag.

Half an hour after getting on the bus, the thick cumulus clouds finally couldn't hold the rain, and fine rain began to float again, and the green breath of plants and soil swelled in his chest.

Lu Heyang turned over slightly and adjusted his sitting position.

"I have a U-shaped pillow, do you want it?" Wen Jiyu asked, turning his head, and the dim light on the roof fell into his eyes, emitting the light of distant stars.

"No need." Lu Heyang replied, "This is already very good."

Originally, the two of them were going to follow the truck carrying supplies into the mountains, but they happened to catch a bus carrying medical staff with two empty seats, so they were lucky enough to spend a relatively spacious and comfortable night.

"Then I'll give you this." Wen Jiyu stuffed a black eye mask into his arms, "At least get some sleep. Once we get there, there won't be time to sleep."

Lu Heyang no longer refused, said thank you, put on the eye mask, hugged his arms and fell into the darkness.

Perhaps because he had slept on the plane, he couldn't fall asleep now, hovering on the edge of exhaustion, his eyelids were heavy but it was difficult to completely get rid of consciousness, until his forehead bounced up and hit it hard, he woke up, pulled off the eye mask, and saw Wen Jiyu stretching his arm over his head and padding his palm between his forehead and the car window. The previous hit was probably on his hand.

Wen Jiyu was resting with his eyes closed, and when he noticed that the person next to him moved, he opened his eyes. There were other people sleeping in the car, so he lowered his voice and said in a fluffy voice: "You slid to the side of the window, I was afraid you would hit the glass."

"This section of the road is not good, it's very bumpy."

Before he finished speaking, he bounced up again. The bus ran over a puddle, and the base was hit by the bounced gravel, making a continuous clang.

Lu Heyang didn't sit firmly, and leaned into Wen Jiyu's arms, and the other party held his arm firmly and supported him up.

"Sorry."

"You are really thin." Wen Jiyu felt the thin layer of muscle in his palm, which was slender and good to touch. "You are running here with your physique, you are simply risking your life."

In fact, with a height of 178 and a clear skeleton, he can bear the title of a clothes rack. Such a figure can never be associated with frailty, but under Wen Jiyu's gaze, Lu Heyang had the illusion that he was powerless.

His face darkened, he broke free from Wen Jiyu's restraints, and sat up with difficulty.

Twenty minutes later, the vehicle arrived at the base camp. Because of the terrain advantage and relatively stable geological conditions, the relevant departments set up a rescue point here, and vehicles can drive in. Going deeper can only be done on foot. After walking for two hours, you can reach Dayu Village, which was the worst hit.

As soon as he got off the car, his hair and shoulders were soaked by the dense rain. Lu Heyang stood in the wind, looking at the dozens of lighted tents in front of him, as well as the temporary generators and power grids, the medical staff who shuttled back and forth, and the wounded with bandages and blood on their faces. The wailing and shouting hit the eardrums chaotically. Behind the painful disorder and noise, there was a potential order and endless hope.

In order to survive, humans have immeasurable power.

With a click, the flash light blinded Lu Heyang instantly. He closed his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Wen Jiyu with a little anger.

He was holding a camera, carefully looking at the photo just taken on the display.

"You are really photogenic." Wen Jiyu praised.

In his eyes, Lu Heyang has an innate temperament of compassion. He pursed his cold lips, stood in the howling wind and rain, facing the collapsed and rebuilt civilization, which is indeed a very good picture.

There is a need for manpower almost everywhere here. Lu Heyang has no intention of going with him. He found the person in charge of disaster relief to report. Soon a mother holding a little boy of five or six years old was sent to him. It is said that the child was frightened and his speech and behavior were abnormal.

He was just assigned to a corner of the tent. For some reason, a small hole as big as a needle tip was broken on the roof of the tent, and water was still dripping down. He avoided it and took out paper and pen from his bag, as well as a row of colorful watercolor pens.

"Little friend, what is your name?"

Lu Heyang sat on the ground with his legs crossed and rubbed the top of the little boy's head.

"My name is Doudou." The woman answered in a local accent. She looked haggard and wore a ragged men's coat that she had found from somewhere. There was solidified and dried mud on it, and the mud was curled up at the corners, as if it would fall off if he moved.

Lu Heyang frowned slightly as he looked at the little boy who was playing with the corner of his clothes with his head down.

"How old are you?" He leaned over and asked again.

"Six years old."

It was the woman who answered again.

Lu Heyang stopped her and said, "Let the child answer himself. He needs to express his emotions."

Doudou looked up at Lu Heyang. His puppy-like eyes were bright and dark, and his eyes were timid. His forehead was a little dirty and covered by his bangs.

He lowered his head again after a panicked look.

"Answer your uncle quickly." The woman gathered the child's shoulders.

But Doudou still didn't speak. He pulled the corner of his mouth to make a grimace, then lowered his head and bit the woman's hand, leaving a wet tooth mark there.

The woman took a breath and explained with pain: "I'm sorry, Doudou used to be very well behaved, but he was scared recently."

"It's okay." Lu Heyang smiled and wrote down the patient's taciturn and somewhat aggressive symptoms on the record sheet. "If you don't want to talk, you can draw a picture for uncle, okay?"

He stuffed the colored watercolor pen into the child's palm, and Doudou's delicate fingers hooked and held the brush.

"Draw whatever you want."

Doudou secretly glanced at his mother and turned around and lay on the ground. The simple tungsten filament lamp was shaking overhead. In the dim light, he bit his lip and carefully painted on the paper stroke by stroke.

Lu Heyang lowered his head to check the battery of his mobile phone, which was still 20%. He turned on the flashlight function and held it up to illuminate Doudou. About ten minutes later, Lu Heyang saw Doudou fill in the last line with a black fountain pen and put the pen on.

"Finished?"

Doudou nodded.

Lu Heyang picked up the painting, his eyes wandering, his face becoming serious.

"The child's father..." Lu Heyang hesitated to speak.

"He didn't run away."

The collapsed house, the flooded home, the husband whose body was missing, this should be a thing worth grieving, but the woman spoke with a blank expression, as if she didn't care about it.

"Doudou." Lu Heyang said, "Go and play with the nurse sister outside for a while, okay?"

Doudou got up, a little excited in his eyes.

"Come pick up mom later." Lu Heyang held his little hand and watched him nod heavily.

After Doudou went out, Lu Heyang restrained his smile, his lips were straight, and his eyes were sharp. He said directly: "Excuse me, does your husband commit domestic violence?"

"Domestic violence..." The woman repeated the word unconsciously, and it seemed difficult to understand the meaning. Suddenly, her face changed drastically and she denied it flatly: "No, there is no such thing."

Lu Heyang turned over the painting drawn by Doudou and pointed at the pattern on it.

"One..." He lowered his eyes and looked at Doudou's very abstract and naive painting skills again, "Let's assume that this is a tiger, with two ears and the word 'king' on the forehead."

"These are two sheep." He pointed his finger at one of the sheep, "One is big and the other is small."

The woman showed a suspicious look.

"The other sun, clouds and grass have normal colors, which shows that he has an objective understanding of the image of things. But the tiger is black, and the teeth and claws are the most obvious parts. Only two lines are used to pass through the body, which shows that his attention is on the most aggressive part of the tiger."

"The eyes of the sheep are red and blue."

Lu Heyang pointed at the dirty color, as if he was witnessing a huge scar.

"He has seen blood and tears."

The woman's face flushed, tears accumulated in her eyes, and her fingers trembled unconsciously.

"The most important thing is that this tiger, with its four legs facing up, is no longer threatening." Lu Heyang pondered for a moment, staring at the pale and desperate woman in front of him through his glasses, "There is another thing I find strange."

"These two sheep are different colors. In Doudou's eyes, the color that represents you is brown."