Chapter 162 - Zhao Yuan Burst Out Crying (2/2)

“Don’t want any money for all the things you did? What is your aim in working so hard?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps, by doing so, we can find some meaning of our lives.”

“The meaning of life, does that child have the same idea?” The injured person said with a bitter smile. He told Lin Wenxi that he was from Xichuan, and he only got a few injuries when he was in the county. After he got the treatment, he worried about his families. So he followed a team of cars and arrived in Dongchuan after innumerable hardships. But unexpectedly, the first day when he was in Dongchuan, an aftershock happened, and his feet were hit by stones.

Lin Wenxi remembered the aftershocks that happened the day before yesterday. Though he slept in the anti-shock tent, he was shaken violently by the ground like a baby in the cradle shaken by its stepmother. Lin Wenxi felt that the ground nearly shook his internal organs out of his body. One of the volunteers who came with him was injured by a collapsed beam. Fortunately, nothing serious happened to him.

The injured person felt very happy when she learned that Lin Wenxi was from Jifu University. She said that the man named Zhao Yuan who carried her stretcher was from Jifu University too. She also said that it seemed that Zhao Yuan never slept every single day. She heard those nurses say that they were quite worried about him, so she was very impressed.

“He is very handsome. A girl said that it was worthy of getting hurt if she could be carried by him. The girl also said that he is a gift sent by God to comfort her. See, what kind of nonsense did she say?”

Lin Wenxi was very concerned about Zhao Yuan and he hurriedly asked the situation of Zhao Yuan. The injured person exaggerated two times the words those girls said with their anxious looks, and then told Lin Wenxi all about that while holding up her thumb to praise Zhao Yuan.

At that time, Lin Wenxi prepared to apply to go to Xichuan.

But Lin Wenxi saw the broken walls in front of him. Before him, all those people exerted all their efforts to rescue. There were soldiers, volunteers, and rescue team members injured or sacrificed every day. The situation of a disaster needed to be reported. But could their stories be forgotten by others?

Lin Wenxi chose to stay.

A few hours ago, Lin Wenxi heard that a senior from his team was talking on a special walkie-talkie. He said that new schoolmates from Dongchuan would come here to help. It seemed that there was a person named Zhao Yuan who should come to the Red Star Road.

“A fool.” Lin Wenxi smiled.

When they got the last child out, Dongchuan might no longer need him. A few days later had passed. Although there were still constant aftershocks, a large number of reporters and media workers from the formal newspaper office had rushed to this place. Lin Wenxi intended to go to the headquarters of the volunteers of Jifu University and apply to go to Xichuan.

The injured child was crying, and it was not convenient to use the stretcher inside. So Lin Wenxi held the child in his arms and coaxed him.

When the aftershock occurred, Lin Wenxi leaned forward and threw the child to the rescuer in front. Then, Lin Wenxi saw a large piece of soil falling in front of him, and he passed out.

What Lin Wenxi remembered at that time was Zhao Yuan’s warm embrace which felt as warm as spring when he jumped upstairs and held Lin Wenxi in his arms.