Fu had a dream, a very short one.

I dreamed that I became the emperor, sitting in the bedroom with my legs crossed, swaying and swaying. The queen's Yue'e and the imperial concubine Yan Wanru were pinching my legs one by one, and behind me were other concubines, Jiang Yan, Ximansha, Yuan Yazhen, some were pounding my back and some were pounding my shoulders. Oh, so comfortable. I felt so satisfied. I hugged them all in my arms with a greedy ambition, and everyone kissed them on the face.

Crack, the picture is like a mirror hit by a stone.

I woke up instantly. I remember that to save Yan Wanru, I jumped into the mudslide. Am I dead?

A slight sound splashed in my ears, as if someone was talking, but even if I tried to prick up my ears, I couldn't hear them clearly. My body hurt so much, my arms, shoulders, chest, thighs, ankles, and almost no matter how I controlled it, my body was not in control and I didn't move any movement.

I don't know how long it took.

A ray of light suddenly flashed in front of me, and at that moment, the dominance of the five senses and limbs seemed to be back in my hands.

,just

I opened my eyelids slightly like a lead-like hang. I tried to look forward. In a vague way, I saw a room. No, there was no wall around. This was a simple tent. I lay on a bed, and my whole body was wrapped in bandages. It looked like a big rice dumpling. There was a doctor in a white coat around me, and there were several simple medical equipment scattered. The liquid hanging on the iron rack slowly flowed into the blood vessels of my wrist along the catheter.

"Save?" I said weakly: "I'm not dead?"

"Ah! Are you awake?" The female doctor in a white coat shouted to the outside in surprise: "Great! Director! He woke up!"

I wanted to turn my head, but my neck was sore and stiff. I couldn't move at all, "Where am I?"

"It was a temporary tent set up by rescue officers and soldiers and the hillside outside Yang Village." The female clerk said: "You have been unconscious for one night."

The rapid footsteps gradually came, "Teacher Yan! You are also a wounded person! Please cooperate with our work! Don't walk around casually! Teacher Yan."

"He woke up." When he woke up, it was Yan Wanru's muttering voice.

In the tent, Yan Wanru, wearing a military coat, walked in anxiously, and behind her was a male doctor in her forties.

My heart finally let go and I barely made me laugh: "Sister Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Wanru looked at me with red eyes, suddenly covered her mouth, threw herself to my bed, and started crying.

I uh, trying to reach out and wipe her tears. But my hands couldn't move, "Stop crying. Aren't we all okay? Come back to the hospital bed and lie down, don't cause trouble for the doctor." But no matter how I persuaded him, Yan Wanru didn't say a word, just hugged my quilt and cried.

Her cry attracted a lot of people, and the old village chief and several villagers walked into the tent one after another. I also saw Yang Yi and his parents.

I smiled, saying hello to them.

The director in a white coat reminded: "The patient is still in the recovery period. If you have something to do, please tell me as soon as possible and don't delay the patient's rest."

The old village chief walked up to me tremblingly. His face was a little excited and guilty, "Brother, I am on behalf of the whole village, thank you."

I said, "You are so serious."

At this time, a female reporter squeezed out the crowd and came over. She might have just arrived on the Internet and didn't understand the situation. She immediately directed a man carrying a camera behind her to follow him, and immediately said to the old village chief and others: "I am a reporter from the provincial TV station, and I have just arrived from the disaster-stricken area of ​​the neighboring county. May I ask, the mudslides in Yang Village are the most destructive, and even half of the village has disappeared. But why did I ask a few people, and they all say that no people in the village were killed? What measures have you taken to avoid the torrent?"

The old village chief sighed softly: "We had already left before the mudslide came."

The reporter was stunned: "Why?.

Yang Yi's mother pointed to me on the bed and said, "It was Gu Jing who discovered the mudslide in advance, allowing all of us to take refuge on a small hill outside. Only then did we escape the disaster."

The camera immediately pointed at me, and I smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I don't want to be on the camera, okay?" I was afraid that my mother would worry about me when she found out.

The reporter looked at Yan Wanru with suspicion, "Teacher Yan is this?"

Yang Yi's mother wiped two tears: "Teacher Yan's life was saved by this young man. The mudslide had already arrived at that time, but Teacher Yan twisted his foot and fell into the village. He couldn't come over to get along with us. It was Gu Jing who rushed down the hillside at the first time, and brought Teacher Yan back and climbed onto the roof with her.

The female reporter moved and said, "Hide me?"

"No." Yang Yi's father shook his head: "The torrent collapsed the house and they jumped onto a broken tree trunk, but Teacher Yan's physical strength was unable to hold the tree trunk for a long time."

Yang Yi's mother said with tears in her eyes: "When Teacher Yan was about to fall into the water, Gu Jing got into the water by himself and carried Teacher Yan from the bottom. It was a mudslide, with stones and sand inside. I don't know. At that time, half of the people in our village cried.

The female reporter was stunned and stunned, "In the mudslide, is she carrying Teacher Yan? Rescue is coming at this time?"

The old village chief sighed, "I didn't come."

“What then

The director suddenly interrupted, "When I arrived, the young man had just been rescued ashore. When I saw his dense wounds, I could hardly believe that this person could still be alive. I asked Teacher Yan and asked the young man how long he had been dragging her in the mudslide. After Teacher Yan finished speaking, my first reaction was that it was impossible. An adult, a strong and strong adult, if he had to carry a person on his shoulder and hold a tree trunk in the mudslide, he would have to hold on for only three minutes."

The female reporter said dazedly: "Where is him? Ten minutes?"

The old village chief gritted his teeth and said, "It was three hours! I lasted for three hours!"

Yang Yi's mother sniffed and said, "Later, the rescuers arrived. When they rescued Teacher Yan and wanted to save Gu Jing, they still held the tree motionless. In the end, it was two armed police officers and soldiers who tried hard to break his hands and feet away from the tree. Only then did we realize that he had already fainted."

The female reporter uh, "No, right? You can hug me even if you dizzy?"

Yan Wanru raised her head from the quilt with red eyes: "Jing said that even if he dies, he will not let go."

The female reporter was silent for a while: "How is his injury?"

The director said: "I have given him a blood transfusion and I am out of danger. The wound needs to be recovered. I have too much physical overdraft. But the environment here is not suitable for recuperation. Well, when he takes a little more time, I suggest sending him to a provincial hospital or Beijing hospital for rest, so that he can recover faster."

Listening to their words, I can tell what's going on.

I felt a little sleepy and narrowed my eyes. I didn't know when I went to bed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was fooling under my body, as if someone was carrying it on a stretcher, on my left hand side. Yan Wanru was tightly holding a quilt for me, and there were people around me. Not only were Yang Yi and the old village chief, but more than a hundred and dozens of villagers in Yang Village were also present. Every time the stretcher moved one meter to the mountain, the villagers followed one meter and kept moving.

"Everyone will go back." A voice I didn't recognize said: "There is a car waiting in the county, and we will send him back to Beijing safely."

The villagers didn't speak and were still following behind.

"Sister Yan." I shouted in a weak voice.

Yan Wanru immediately put her face over with concern, "You said."

I looked at the back and said, "Let the villagers go back, no need to send it."

Yan Wanru gently used her fingernails to gently pull out the booze in my eyes and flicked it to the ground, "Do you think I haven't said it? But everyone doesn't listen." Yan Wanru pinched my face like she pinched her daughter, and smiled softly: "Okay, my little patient, your task now is to cure the disease well, say less, and close your eyes and sleep for a while."

I sighed, "Where is your injury? Is it healed?"

Yan Wanru touched my cheek with heartache: "You have suffered all my injuries, what can I do?"

Bi., Yao Zheng

There are many mountain roads to go from Yangcun to the county town, and it rained heavily the day before yesterday. The road was muddy. However, the old or young villagers in Yangcun had no intention of returning. A few young people were supporting the old village chief, and a few middle-aged people were taking care of two eight- or nine-year-old children, just following closely behind my stretcher.

I was a little moved, but I didn't know what to say.

When I arrived at the ambulance that had been waiting for a long time in the county town, I said, "Please go back everyone."

The old village chief came up, "Young man, we rural people are stupid and don't know what to say at this time, but we will always remember your kindness to our village. When your illness is cured, you must come and see it when the village is rebuilt." After that, he asked a middle-aged man to bring a few things and handed them to Yan Wanru: "This is your bag that you are still on the hillside, and you will accept this."

It was a thing wrapped in a fu. There was nothing on the surface, it should be a box.

I hurriedly said, "I have received the love, I can't ask for the things. Sister Yan, please give it back to the old village chief."

But the old village chief waved his hand and retreated. Before Yan Wanru said anything, Yang Yi's father also took a step forward and stuffed a few rare ancient books that were obviously soaked in the back of the gap onto my stretcher. "It's not worth much money. You must accept the things. This is the little intention of our villagers. If you don't take them, how can we go back?"

“Ears are

”Gu Jing.

"Yang Yi smiled at me: "I still keep your phone number. When I go to Beijing, you will treat me to dinner." He gestured with his hand on his neck. "I haven't forgotten what happened that day, don't try to fool me easily."

I smiled: "Okay."

Things were piled up one by one, and more and more. After saying goodbye to the villagers one by one, Yan Wanru put them into the Aobu and drove them to the ambulance. She went back to Beijing with us.
Chapter completed!