Chapter 120： Warm scarf (1/2)

The aftershocks were equally turbulent. Almost after another violent shaking, another penthouse in the huge ancient temple collapsed, and other places that had collapsed became a complete ruin.

When the host and other monks saw this scene, they just closed their eyes silently, as if they couldn't bear to watch anymore, they could only chant the Buddhist scriptures with one hand together in a low voice.

Add a touch of solemnity to this bleak scene.

The peaceful Buddhist scriptures washed the hearts of people who had just gone through the disaster. Many people were gradually relieved of their fear of restlessness, but what followed was uncontrollable tears.

Everyone hugs each other, wives hug husbands, parents hug children, children hug the elderly, friends encourage and celebrate each other.

Grateful, just because they all survived.

Ou Qing was walking around with her mobile phone, looking for traces of signals.

Fortunately, the earthquake did not destroy the signal tower, and weak signals can be felt close to the cliff.

He immediately became ecstatic, and quickly called the fire brigade, police, and emergency numbers.

But the earthquake affected not only the ancient temples, but the entire G city, and possibly even places outside G city, all suffered from a natural disaster.

Although the incident took less than an hour, these state agencies must have long been messed up.

They may be overwhelmed by themselves, or they may have rushed out to rescue the victims, no one wants to answer the call for help.

When Ou Qing wanted to give up disappointedly, the firefighting number that had been dialed was connected, and there was a panting voice. The background was very noisy. It is not difficult to guess that the other party rushed to pick up the call while saving people .

The other party did not have any greetings, only a straightforward command: "Hey, tell me your specific address, how many people are around, and are there any injuries? Don't talk nonsense, report everything to me carefully!"

At this time, if you delay one more second, you may miss a life that should have been saved.

Ou Qing is very cooperative, telling each other clearly and extremely calmly about their situation.

"We are in the open space in front of the ancient Boshan Temple. There are a total of 354 people trapped, of which 90 were slightly injured, 26 were seriously injured, and no one died. We requested rescue."

"So many people?" The firefighter on the other side of the phone was really surprised and exclaimed, and then instinctively breathed a sigh of relief: "Great."

The next moment he became serious again: "The aftershocks are not over yet, and the mountain roads are dangerous. Don't go down the mountain without permission. Please rest assured that we will send rescuers to rescue you."

"

Ok... "The word could not be sent out because the weak signal was interrupted.

Putting away the phone, Ou Qing looked back, and not surprisingly saw many people around him.

As early as the moment he found out that he was connected to the phone, many people immediately surrounded him and listened to the response of the rescuers opposite with hope.

When the other party said that they would come to rescue them, everyone's tense expressions instantly relaxed, followed by uncontrollable joy.

"Great dad, we can go home in a while."

"Mommy, hold on, you will go to the hospital soon!"

"After I go back, I must take a good shower. The dust all over my body is so uncomfortable."

"Hi, don't move my hand, I was injured when I dug the stone."

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Everyone was talking in twitter, and with hope, the originally depressive atmosphere became much more relaxed.

The most obvious change is that the snacks around Qingqing have become more piled up.

No one is a fool, of course they know that they can stay here safely, and none of them have died. They all rely on Qingqing.

A few men were so imposing, one of them looked coldly and it was not easy to provoke them. Many people didn't have the courage to approach them to thank them, so they simply shifted the target and gave all the'thanks' to the Qingqing who seemed the best to talk. .

Some people thank you, some give snacks and drinks, some give valuable jewelry, and some even pick up their mobile phones and want to transfer money directly to Qingqing.

These people were all rejected by Qingqing, only verbal thanks and a small portion of snacks were left by Qingqing.

It is an obligation to save people, and you shouldn't ask for rewards.

If Qingqing were not hungry and didn't want to eat those hard compressed biscuits that Wang Shuzhi brought, she would not take other snacks.

"Huh, so tired!" After all the wounded were finally bandaged, Wang Shuzhi sat beside Qingqing in sweat, too tired to stand up.

"Here you are." Qing Qing gave Wang Shuzhi a packet of spicy strips.

"Thank you sister." Wang Shuzhi was suddenly moved. He didn't expect to know that after less than two days, Qingqing knew that he loved spicy strips.

In fact, he doesn't know anything at all, it's just that the blind cat met the dead mouse Qing Qing: "..."

The two sat together sharing snacks, blowing the wind from the mountain, ignoring their gray cheeks and messy hair.

"It's a bit cold." After rubbing his hands, Wang Shuzhi shivered.

There was only one beige senior sweater left on him, and that thin and warm down jacket was contributed. It was close to the next year, even if City G was in the south, the temperature was too cold.

"I'm cold too." No

Gu Lan, who knew when he was sitting on the other side of Qingqing, stretched out her palm that was a little stiff from the cold.

A pair of warm little hands stretched out and took Gu Lan's big cold hand.

Gu Lan twisted his eyebrows, trying to get rid of these little hands: "My hands are cold, don't get cold to you."

"It doesn't matter, Qingqing warms up his brother."