The sky in the early morning was white, and the fiery sun gently jumped out of the horizon, swaying with golden light like a rocket ready to go.
A few seagulls flapped their wings leisurely and soared freely in the vast sky, stretching their bodies like graceful dancers.
Nakamura Masahiro didn't sleep deeply. As soon as the victims in the gathering area made noise, he subconsciously opened his closed eyes.
Opening the door curtain of the camping tent, Masahiro Nakamura stretched his head and took a look, only to see many victims coming out of the tent.
They slowly moved toward the registration point. After getting closer, they consciously gathered together and formed a long queue.
"Nakamura-san, hurry up and get in line to get your things."
The optimistic middle-aged uncle's face was full of smiles. He waved to Nakamura Masahiro and greeted him enthusiastically: "If you go late, you may not be there."
"Hey, I got it."
With a slight nod, Masahiro Nakamura responded. Seeing the uncle and his daughter join the queue, he immediately retreated into the tent.
At this time, the little girl Shiori Kubo was sleeping soundly on Nakamura Masahiro's lap. Her pink lips were slightly upward, and there was a faint crystal liquid sliding down the corners of her mouth.
Probably because she was sleeping a little uncomfortable, she squirmed and slowly adjusted her position. First she twisted and arched, then she raised her slender short legs and pressed them directly on Nakamura Masahiro's calf.
Like a naive koala, instead of hugging the tree trunk, he hugged Masahiro Nakamura's long legs with both hands and feet.
Looking at the little girl's imageless sleeping posture, Nakamura Masahiro was unable to complain and could only roll his eyes to express his contempt.
I originally thought about queuing up to get some food, water and other necessary supplies, but after Kubo Shiori made such a fuss, Nakamura Masahiro had no choice but to stop thinking.
I took out my phone and checked it again, but the signal still hadn't been restored. What's even more frustrating is that the phone's battery is running low.
If the signal does not recover until the phone's battery runs out, even if the signal does return to normal, Nakamura Masahiro will feel numb.
After opening the door curtain again, Nakamura Masahiro stretched his head and took a look around in boredom. Many victims who had received their supplies had already returned, and there were a lot of supplies. The rescue supplies should be relatively sufficient.
"Nakamura-san, aren't you going to pick up the things?"
The optimistic middle-aged uncle also came back with his daughter at this time. When he saw Masahiro Nakamura still staying in the tent, he couldn't help but ask.
"If you want to go, just hurry over there. There aren't many things over there."
"Not much left?"
Upon hearing the optimistic uncle's words, Nakamura Masahiro's heart suddenly tightened. He looked down at the sleepy little girl on his lap, thought about it, and finally decided to pick up the things.
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Although I don't want to affect the little girl's sleep, if I really don't go to get the things, I might be hungry today.
With this thought in his mind, Nakamura Masahiro's idea of getting up became stronger. He quietly opened Kubo Shiori's little hand, and then gently moved his short leg away.
The movements were not large, and Nakamura Masahiro tried his best to avoid waking up the little girl. Fortunately, everything went smoothly and the sleeping little girl was not affected.
Putting on his shoes, Masahiro Nakamura closed the curtain of the camping tent, got up and walked quickly towards the registration point in the gathering area.
Probably all the victims have received their supplies. The queue at the registration point is very short. After a quick glance, there are only about ten people.
Masahiro Nakamura consciously lined up at the end of the queue and moved forward as the queue moved slowly. After a while, it was his turn to receive the items.
"These are the things you received, please take them."
In addition to bread, compressed biscuits, water and other supplies, Masahiro Nakamura also received an emergency flashlight and a metal whistle.
The emergency flashlight is quite useful and can provide good lighting effects when there is a current lack of power supply.
As for the metal whistle, it seems that it doesn't have much effect? After all, blowing the whistle seems to be only used to call for help.
I guess most people thought the same way, so there were a lot of metal whistles left, so Nakamura Masahiro took one.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to interact with the staff distributing supplies, Masahiro Nakamura asked them about government rescue news.
Unfortunately, they didn't know much information. The task they accepted was to be sent here to distribute relief supplies, and then they were assigned to be in charge of this gathering area.
According to them, because the aftershocks of the earthquake are still continuing, the interrupted communication and power supply problems cannot be solved for the time being, so they can only wait patiently.
After knowing this news, Nakamura Masahiro gave up the idea of leaving the gathering area as soon as possible. Instead of running around without a clue, it would be better to stay here honestly, at least in terms of safety.
Of course, Nakamura Masahiro also tried to mention his supervisory status. Unfortunately, although the other party had heard of his name, he did not buy it and did not give him preferential treatment.
"Please stay in the gathering area and don't run around. It's safe here. Don't go to dangerous areas..."
Amidst the warnings from the staff, Nakamura Masahiro slowly returned to the camping tent. At this time, the little girl had woken up and was sitting at the door curtain rubbing her eyes.
"Onii-chan...."
Shiori Kubo raised his eyes and saw Masahiro Nakamura, and called softly. The soft and waxy voice was very nice, and coupled with her confused expression, it was really cute.
"Kubo, are you awake?"
Walking to the door curtain, Nakamura Masahiro squatted down and smiled at the little girl. He handed a piece of bread in front of her and said: "Here, eat something, you must be hungry..."
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Shiori Kubo was not polite to Nakamura Masahiro. He thanked him and took the bread directly. He first tore open the paper bag and then ate it with big mouthfuls.
Perhaps the little girl was really hungry, so her devouring posture had no impact at all. She probably choked a little because she swallowed too quickly.
"Don't be anxious, no one will compete with you, just eat slowly."
After unscrewing the bottle cap, Nakamura Masahiro warned Kubo Shiori and handed the mineral water into her hand.
The little girl held the mineral water and started drinking it. After burping, her pretty face showed a contented smile.
"Nakamura-san, why are you giving the whistle?"
The optimistic uncle and Nakamura Masahiro were very close to each other, and they were relatively familiar with each other. Seeing the metal whistle among the things Nakamura Masahiro received, he couldn't help but smile and ask.
"Anyway, there were some leftovers, so I picked one up."
Nakamura Masahiro looked back, smiled, and briefly explained. He had a good impression of this optimistic uncle.
After encountering the earthquake, most of the victims in the gathering area were dejected, as if they had lost their vitality and were enveloped in negative emotions of depression.
Although it is not to the point of walking dead, the decadent atmosphere is as tangible as the naked eye. Under such circumstances, it is rare to see people who can still maintain optimism.
"Oh, I don't know how long you will stay here?"
After chatting for a few words, Nakamura Masahiro suddenly let out a long sigh. In the distance, a group of embarrassed victims were slowly approaching the gathering area under the guidance of a team of staff.
Nakamura Masahiro and others who arrived early had some stains on their bodies, but they were still neatly dressed.
The group of disaster victims in the distance were much more miserable. They all looked disgraced, their clothes were in tatters, and they were all dirty. They could be described as real refugees.
"These people should have escaped from the sea side..."
The optimistic uncle also saw the victims and made a careful judgment: "Maybe they were just rescued."
The lucky ones who were able to escape early had already arrived at various gathering areas, and those who now had their turn to escape had basically been trapped.
Of course, they are also the lucky ones. As for those who are not lucky enough, they have long been buried or washed away without a trace.
"With so many people coming to the gathering area, we don't know whether the supply of relief supplies can be guaranteed."
Nakamura Masahiro stood up and looked at the group of victims who had reached the edge of the gathering area. At this moment, the staff had already begun to distribute supplies to them.
"It shouldn't be a big problem. I heard that the government has organized quite a few rescue teams..."
The optimistic uncle's tone was as consistent as ever. He patted his daughter's back gently and was comforting the sleepy little girl in his arms.
"After such a big incident, if the government continues to delay as before, those officials will definitely be scolded."
Being scolded? Officials of the Japanese government are not afraid of being scolded. If it really makes a big fuss, they will just hold a press conference and bow and apologize.
Nakamura Masahiro glanced at the optimistic uncle with a strange look on his face. Does this official still have expectations for the Japanese government?
The little girl Shiori Kubo listened quietly to the conversation between the two adults. She didn't understand the content and reason of the conversation, so she just kept silent in an interesting manner.
In a moment, he suddenly saw Masahiro Nakamura walking away. Shiori Kubo felt nervous. He quickly grabbed his shoes and put them on, climbed out of the tent, and chased after him with his short legs.
I saw Masahiro Nakamura avoiding the tent, passing through the slightly noisy crowd, and leaving the gathering area after a while.
"Onii-chan, wait for me..."
After all, the little girl was small and frail, so she could not keep up with Nakamura Masahiro's pace. Seeing Nakamura Masahiro walking further and further away, she felt panicked and couldn't help but shout loudly.
Stopping subconsciously, Nakamura Masahiro turned around and saw the panting little girl, with an unhappy look on his face.
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