The permanent population of Huangcheng is close to more than 1 million, and if you add in the floating population, it is close to 2 million. At this moment, there are only more than 200,000 people accommodated here. How many lives have died in the disaster? How many lives are struggling to survive?
In the past, I have seen images of refugee camps that appeared due to famine and war in photos on the Internet. I have also been deeply moved by the scene of densely packed tents in Syrian refugee camps in Lebanon, Egypt and other countries.
It was shocking, but it was just a picture after all, or a video at most. But what was presented in front of him was a living intuition, and this visual impact could not be expressed in words. Miao Pu looked at the densely packed wooden houses and tents that could not be seen to the edge.
Waves of indescribable sadness and powerlessness welled up in my heart!
There are more than 200,000 lives here, and there are more than 200,000 mouths. It is terrifying to think about the food, drink, and diarrhea of so many people. This is really a real burden. The only one who can provoke such a burden is the country.
A powerful group of this level.
Faced with this situation, everyone was speechless. Any language at this moment was feeble and unnecessary. What could be said? What could be expressed? Everyone only felt a slight sense of suffocation coming over them.
After everyone came down, it took them a while to feel less stuffy in their chests.
Han Lili said as if reminiscing: "It looks much better now. When we first got here, the situation was really bad, all kinds of chaos..." She paused as if to ease her mood and then added: "Liu Wenbing and Wang Lin
Because of their behavior during the poison gas incident, Zhang Wang and others were disgusted. Afterwards, they even kowtowed in public to admit their mistakes just so that they could have slightly better living conditions..." As if they suddenly came back to their senses, they shook their heads, smiled miserably, and rubbed their hands vigorously.
Face: "Look at me, why are you talking about this?"
Miao Pu patted Han Lili's shoulder and back to express comfort. He really couldn't find the words to comfort her. Some things didn't need to be said, and some things were useless.
Han Lili's words seemed to bring back some memories of Fatty Huang. Maybe he had similar experiences.
You Bao looked at the sighing people with a strange expression and said directly: "You have too many thoughts. Sister Han wants me to say that if you can survive now, just think about the things in front of you. Thinking so much is wrong."
Cause trouble for yourself."
Different people have different life experiences. People like You Bao obviously only understand the so-called world of martial arts, brotherhood and seeking happiness for themselves, and all other rights and wrongs are trivial. People like Miao Pu and Han Lili are bookish and childish.
, delicate and sensitive thoughts that made him feel cold even hearing them.
Hanging out on the so-called streets of the refugee camp.
Miao Pu found that the order was not as bad as expected. With a large number of armed forces stationed to maintain order, people used their little sanity to maintain the last bit of human dignity and dignity. It is said that the people here
It’s not that there is nothing to do. In addition to the official recruitment of people to perform certain tasks due to demand, many people also take the initiative to find things to do within their ability.
There is no such thing as currency trading here. In order to live a better life, many people will rely on their specialties to do things in exchange for some living materials that they do not have. Of course, this also includes bartering. You can also live with peace of mind in
Most people here have some relatively positive fantasies or dreams in their hearts, and are willing to make various efforts to achieve that goal.
There are jobs in the camp, some of which are tasks directly issued by the government, such as sanitation in the camp or certain construction projects, etc. Participants can obtain a certain amount of daily necessities. Some are privately released, and participants also
If you can get the agreed things, these private jobs are more varied, and the rewards are also varied, including almost everything from cigarettes and beer to your own body.
Miao Pu shook his head for a while. After asking, he found out that basically the official does not interfere with this kind of private communication, as long as it does not conflict with official needs and does not affect the safety of the camp. In fact, you can understand it if you think about it, this is a living place.
There are more than 200,000 people, and the period of residence cannot be determined. This is not a prison, so one cannot restrict personal freedom. Of course, fighting, making trouble, rape and robbery are not allowed.
At this moment, Miao Pu's eyes were really heavy and he couldn't bear to look at them for a long time. He took a deep breath of the slightly turbid air, held it in for a long time and sighed. It seemed that he was sighing out the helplessness he was holding in his heart. He said to everyone heavily: "Let's go!"
With that said, he left first as if fleeing.
Miao Pu didn't feel anything about the unbearable disinfection process. At this moment, his head was filled with messy thoughts. After witnessing everything in the refugee camp, Miao Pu couldn't help but miss his family again. How were they doing?
Did he encounter an accident or was he also languishing in a refugee camp?
During this long disinfection process, Miao Pu completed some kind of mental sorting. The result was that he had to get information about his family as soon as possible no matter what. This kind of longing and suffering was not something he could bear. He even clearly felt that he
He was on the verge of losing his mind and going crazy. His reason told him that such emotional thoughts were of no help to him, but controlling emotions was not easy. People are not machines that can switch on and off at will.
Fortunately, after these days of life and death, Miao Pu has learned patience and restraint. These are the growth he bought with blood and tears. He clenched his fists and warned himself: "Based on survival, impulse is meaningless. Living is the only way to achieve success."
The possibility of fulfilling your wish!" In order to completely calm down his thoughts, Miao Pu used his hands to form claws and pressed left and right on his chest while taking a bath at the end of the disinfection, and vigorously suppressed the fierce left and right pulls...
Miao Pu's blood gurgled out from the wounds on his left and right chests as if cut by a knife blade. "Hoo..." The sharp sting and strong blood made Miao Pu slightly excited, and at the same time it relieved the entanglement and struggle in his mind.
.Although he knew that self-harm was bad, and he had not had the habit of self-harm in the past, he needed to ensure that he regained his composure after walking out of the bathroom. He did not have time to engage in such meaningless thoughts.
He lowered his head and looked at the blood marks on his chest that looked like the character "eight", with four blood marks on the left and right, and murmured to himself: "You must mature faster, this won't work!" After saying that, he lowered his head and quietly let the shower take place.
The water washes over itself.
When he returned to his residence, he saw Wei Pingping, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Miao Pu caught something in an instant, and he knew that maybe a turning point was coming.
Wei Pingping, who saw Miao Pu from a distance, put a smile on her face and went straight in without any greetings and took a seat.
Miao Pu looked at Wei Pingping with a smile without saying anything, and Wei Pingping also looked at Miao Pu with a smile. The room was silent for a while. But the strange thing is that Miao Pu didn't feel embarrassed at all. What's interesting is that Wei Pingping seemed to be even more so when she looked like that.