Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1138 Don’t cry
As it is closest to the epicenter, a flat wilderness in Zhutang Township has become the largest resettlement site in Lancang County.

Looking down from the air, the green or blue tents are rooted in the ground in an orderly manner, in groups and groups, which is a spectacular sight.

After more than a month of planning, arrangement and construction, a large temporary community has been formed here, accommodating tens of thousands of disaster victims, and has established several temporary work agencies such as a health center, logistics support department, and search and rescue department.

Now, on the main road leading to the resettlement site, a convoy consisting of several green Liberation vehicles is slowly approaching.

The back bucket was full of people.

Apart from the search and rescue staff, most of the people there were ragged victims.

The composition of the disaster victims is very complex.

Some were elderly people who were guarding their dilapidated houses which had not yet completely collapsed and refused to leave. The search and rescue workers had to persuade them to leave.

It should be noted that aftershocks are still occurring and no one can predict whether those houses will collapse in the next aftershock.

Some are refugees who fled in panic during the earthquake, or locals who happened to be away from home when the earthquake happened and are now coming to the resettlement site to reunite with their families.

Some of them were people picked up by search and rescue personnel on the road. Their specific identities are still unclear. After experiencing the hellish scenes, some of them developed mental problems.

Anyway, bring them back first, and after verification, if they are locals, arrange for them to reunite with their families, of course, provided that their family members are still alive; if they are outsiders, report to the higher authorities and wait for unified arrangements and dispatch.

Li Jiankun and Fugui received the news in advance and were waiting outside the large blue tent of the temporary search and rescue department.

When the lead vehicle stopped, the two men walked to the sides of the vehicle, walked slowly, held their heads high, and scanned the back of each Liberation vehicle without blinking.

They cooperate well and are familiar with the process.

They have been doing this kind of work every day for the past month.

In the fragmented disaster area after the earthquake, the only way to find a person is to keep checking, and there is no shortcut. During this period, Li Jiankun came up with many ideas, but none of them worked or could be implemented due to conditions.

Kong Bajin and his men were divided into groups and conducted inspections in every village and hamlet in Zhutang Township and a neighboring township.

Li Jiankun himself stayed in the largest resettlement site in the county, conducting on-site inspections while maintaining close contact with other resettlement sites and using information to conduct inspections.

A month passed with no results.

There was still no sign of Miss Shen on the Liberation buses in front of us.

"It's okay, there will be another batch in the afternoon." Li Jiankun said to Fugui.

Fugui nodded but didn't say anything. With each passing day, he spoke less and less. He didn't want to say something wrong and discourage Li Jiankun's enthusiasm. In fact... he was already in despair.

It was all thanks to the spirit of Li Jiankun that motivated him.

Li Jiankun is indeed an extraordinary person.

Sister Hongyi is lucky to have a partner like him.

"Comrade Jiankun! Comrade Jiankun!"

Hearing a voice behind him, Li Jiankun turned around and saw Xiao Ma from the Liaison Department running towards him.

When Xiao Ma came to him, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is here to visit you."

Li Jiankun frowned.

Xiao Ma quickly added: "This time they are from the capital, your family."

During this month, Li Jiankun had visitors almost every day, including Ran Zi, Ai Fei, Huang Yinzhu, Ding Zhaoling, Huangfu Jingwen... Even Brother Qiang and Lao Gao came together.

He drove them all away.

At home, Li Jiankun would report safety every now and then, and repeatedly asked them not to come over.

Li Jiankun sighed and ran towards his tent.

He had a blue tent all to himself, which was allocated to him, and he did not refuse it as he needed some space to be alone. No one else in the resettlement site had any objection as everyone knew that these top-quality imported earthquake-proof tents were all donated by him.

"Mr. Lee."

"Hello Mr. Li."

"Any news today?"

...

As he walked along, the disaster victims who met him greeted him and some of them asked him questions with concern.

Everyone now knows why he stays here.

After the tent was set up, there was a rectangular space inside, about five or six square meters. On one side was a double bed with an iron frame, the lower bunk was covered with bedding, and the upper bunk was filled with luggage and sundries.

Next to the bed there was a fairly new red lacquered five-drawer table with a pull-cord desk lamp and some books, pens and paper.

On the left side of the tent entrance, there is a wooden washstand with an enamel basin on each of the upper and lower layers, and two towels hanging on the rack.

Now, there was a man and a woman poking out of the tent.

The man was dressed like Xu Wenqiang, but he was not tall enough to fully support the black woolen coat.

The woman was wearing a white down jacket, blue jeans and a ponytail. She looked youthful and full of energy.

When he walked into the tent and saw the two of them, Li Jiankun rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing here?"

Wang Shanhe smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, just came to take a look."

Li Yunmeng slightly opened her pink lips, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

The two men brought a large suitcase filled with winter clothes, nutritional supplements, and the capital's specialty pastries.

Li Xiaomei hurriedly opened a box of osmanthus crisps to feed her second brother. Her black agate eyes sparkled with brilliance. She doubted whether her second brother weighed 130 kilograms now.

Li Jiankun ate one piece and found it very sweet. He refused the second piece that she put in his mouth and took a white-boxed Huazi from Shanhe.

"Is everything okay at home?"

In the end, it was Li Jiankun who started talking first.

Wang Shanhe said that everything was fine, except that the lazy Guifei was not well behaved and ran away to Huizhou. He arranged two people to follow him, but even if there were any problems for others, it was a good thing.

"Did the Shen family do as I said?" Li Jiankun asked again.

Wang Shanhe nodded and said with a wry smile, "I've become suspicious. Uncle Shen even called the newspaper office to find the leader and asked why the interview took so long."

He paused and said:
"You can't hide it for too long."

Li Jiankun took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the white smoke column burned down by one third at a speed visible to the naked eye: "We can... hide it as long as possible."

How should I tell the Shen family this news?
They had just found their son.

Li Jiankun didn’t know, he really didn’t know…

"Second pot." Li Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said.

Li Jiankun turned his head to interrupt her and scolded: "Isn't it time to prepare for the final exam? Why are you here?"

Li Xiaomei didn't want to be interrupted by him: "Go back."

Li Jiankun raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "This is not something you should worry about. I'm fine here."

"What's so good about you? Look at you, do you still look like a human being?"

Li Xiaomei couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears.

Li Jiankun's expression softened a little. He reached out and stroked her smooth and pink cheek, wiping away her tears. "I will come back when I find the red dress."

"It's been over a month. If we could have found her, we would have found her long ago. Second brother, wake up. Sister Hongyi is gone!"

Wang Shanhe's scalp felt tingling.

Li Jiankun swung his palm up and stopped it in the air.

Little Sister Li stood on tiptoe and turned her tearful face towards him: "Even if you kill me, I will tell you. Are you going to stay here forever if you can't find Sister Hongyi?"

"roll!"

"I do not!"

Li Jiankun grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the tent: "Wang Shanhe!"

Wang Shanhe shuddered suddenly and hurriedly followed him out.

Li Jiankun looked at him and said, "Take her and get out!"

"Jiankun..."

"Don't let me whip you, and don't bring them here again!"

Wang Shanhe sighed deeply, raised his hand and put his arm around Li Yunmeng's shoulders: "Let's go, little sister."

"I won't leave, I won't leave! I want to take him back, I want to take him back!"

The victims in the nearby tents were all alarmed. No one dared to approach. They all stood outside their tents and watched quietly. Many of them seemed to be hesitant to speak, but in fact they all wanted to persuade the disaster.

Mr. Li is a very capable person, and everyone regards his affairs as top priority, which is of course as they should be.

If he keeps looking for it this way, there will be no news for a month.

To be honest, this person is most likely dead.

He can’t find his relatives...he can’t even find their bodies. He is not the only one.
Everybody accepted it.

Li Xiaomei's wailing gradually faded away.

Returning to the tent and lowering the curtain, Li Jiankun sat in the armchair next to the five-drawer table. He grasped his hair with both hands and buried his head deeply between his knees.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Sensing something strange beside him, Li Jiankun turned his head to look.

I saw a little girl holding a bunch of wild flowers in her hands and handing it to him.

This four-and-a-half-year-old girl is one of the frequent visitors in the tent. The tent where she and her grandmother live is not far away. There are always people visiting Li Jiankun, and no one comes empty-handed. Snacks and other things are distributed to the children nearby.

The girl's name is Xiaohua.

Although the family was poor, it was a happy family with three generations.

The disaster took away her grandfather, mother and two brothers. Her father is now in the hospital with damaged spine. Only his head can move, and he will have to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

"Give."

Xiaohua pushed the little wild flower in her hand forward: "Are you crying? My grandma said I can't cry, crying will make me lose my energy. I have to be brave, I still have to take care of my dad."

Li Jiankun took the little wild flower, held it in his arms, raised his head and said, "No, I didn't cry."

……

……

half a month later.

Looking at the man in front of him with sunken eye sockets and dark skin, who was completely different from when he first met, Kong Bajin shook his head with difficulty.

The man stood up from the red lacquered armchair beside the five-drawer table, walked over to him, stared into his eyes and asked:

"Are you sure you have searched every village and every hamlet in the two townships?"

"I am sure."

The man stumbled and Kong Bajin hurried to support him.

He hesitated and said, “Take care of yourself.

"At this point, we can only prepare for the worst, and there are only two possibilities left:

"1. The corpse...the corpse is lost, or sunk or buried somewhere, or washed into the sea, or...gone." There are many insects, ants and wild animals in the tropical rain forest.

“2. The person has left the area of ​​our search.

"But this possibility is illogical."

Li Jiankun understood the reason without Kong Bajin's analysis.

Communications have now been gradually restored. If Hongyi is still alive and able to leave, she would definitely know that her relatives are worried and there is no reason for her not to contact her family.

Li Jiankun felt as if he was in chaos, his mind went blank.

Kong Bajin helped him sit down on a chair with a reclining back, stood quietly beside him for a few minutes, then sighed and left the tent silently.

There have been some changes in the tent compared to half a month ago.

The iron bed bunk that was originally used to store luggage and sundries was tidied up and covered with brand new bedding with cartoon patterns.

call!
A corner of the tent curtain was lifted.

The cold wind of late December blew in, and a "country girl" walked in carrying a wooden basin for washing clothes.

The basins were empty, and the clothes had been washed and hung out to dry on ropes stretched outside the tent.

"Why are you so stunned?

"Clear the table, I'll go get the food."

The village girl rolled down the sleeves of her rolled-up cotton-padded jacket and walked to the five-drawer table. When she was about to reach out to take the two aluminum lunch boxes on the table, her red wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

There was no warmth at all, as if it was an icicle. Li Jiankun pulled her hand in front of his eyes and saw the shocking frostbite and cracks on it.

This is one of the most beautiful hands in the world.

"Are you sick?" He said word by word with red eyes.

"Not as sick as you."

Snapped!
Huang Yinzhu raised her other hand and slapped his dog paw away: "I didn't expect it to be so cold here. If you don't go get food now, it will be cold when you get it later."

After saying that, he picked up two national aluminum lunch boxes and walked quickly out of the tent.

Huang Yinzhu came again half a month ago.

This time she was well prepared and had completely integrated into the life here. Although it was difficult, she thought she had always been very adaptable.

The village women know how to wash clothes by hand, and she could learn how to do it too.

She still ate the radishes and cabbages that the disaster victims ate.

Li Jiankun scolded her 1,800 times, but she refused to leave.

Just one sentence: "I won't leave unless you leave."

"Stop fighting, let's go back."

A voice suddenly came from behind.

squeak--

There seemed to be a brake sound.

Huang Yinzhu stopped in her tracks, turned around, and blinked her still clear and bright black eyes: "Go back?"

Li Jiankun nodded.

Huang Yinzhu almost yelled "Yeah" and jumped up on the spot, but considering his mood, she finally held back.

As for her, she has no feelings for Shen Hongyi.

"Then I'll pack my things."

Suddenly, Huang Yinzhu felt a little reluctant.

Although life here was difficult, this tent was like their little home. They were together for twenty hours every day, and at night she could hear his breathing through the bed.

Li Jiankun stood up from the reclining chair: "I'll go contact Bai Lu."

Bai Lu is in the city, coordinating relief efforts led by the 1+1 Charity Foundation.

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……

At 8:45 in the morning, Bai Lu arrived at a conference room in the city hall building early.

Unexpectedly, the red-painted oval conference table in the meeting room was already half full.

"Hey, everyone is here so early."

Everyone stood up and greeted them with a very polite attitude and sincere smiles on their faces.

This earthquake was an unprecedented heavy blow to our city. According to incomplete statistics, millions of people were displaced, 400,000 houses were destroyed, 700,000 houses were damaged, and the direct economic losses exceeded 2 billion!

Faced with such a huge catastrophe, post-disaster work was extremely difficult, and the 1+1 Charity Foundation made outstanding contributions.

In addition to providing tens of millions of dollars in relief supplies, influenced by the foundation's founder, Mr. Li Jiankun, many wealthy overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia also generously donated money and supplies to the city through the 1+1 Charity Foundation, totaling about million yuan.

Before nine o'clock, all the notified participants arrived.

Everyone's eyes were on Bai Lu, and no one knew why she had called this meeting.

"It's like this. Mr. Li Jiankun, the founder of our foundation, issued several tasks yesterday. They are related to post-disaster reconstruction work. This certainly requires local cooperation, so it is necessary to let everyone know first."

Hearing this name, everyone couldn't help but stand in awe.

At the same time, some people sighed secretly, with expressions of regret and embarrassment.

Bai Lu continued:

"First, next, our foundation will donate ten primary and secondary schools and five orphanages to each of the three counties most affected by the disaster."

Hey!
Thirty primary and secondary schools!
Fifteen orphanages!
"Thank you so much. Oh, I don't know how to express my gratitude any more."

"Mr. Li is very thoughtful. No matter how poor you are, you must not be poor in education. The problem of orphans after the disaster must also be solved first. Children are our future."

"Mr. Li is a righteous man. I believe that the children of the three counties will always remember his kindness."

...

"Secondly, our foundation will donate another 500 million RMB to support the reconstruction work in the disaster areas."

Hoohoo!

Another five hundred million!
That adds up to a billion!
The conference room was in an uproar.

Everyone cried with joy. In this way, combined with the above disaster relief measures, the major problem of post-disaster reconstruction can be solved.

Under unified planning, the three disaster-stricken counties may be better built than in the past.

clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap...

There was thunderous applause in the conference room.

At this moment, no words of thanks can express their feelings.

"In addition, the river systems in the three counties are complex and lack management. Mr. Li will donate his personal money to repair these rivers. He has one request. His original words are:
“I want these rivers to have strong embankments, be peaceful and tranquil, have clear water flowing constantly, and have flowers blooming on both sides.”

This?
Everyone looked at each other.

"Chairman Bai, is it built like a river in a park?"

"To meet Mr. Li's standards, I think."

"Chairman Bai, do you know how long the river is within the three counties?"

"Please believe me, Mr. Li knows it very well."

"Oh my god, how much is this going to cost?"

"Mr. Li will give you whatever the price is."

Good guy!
Many people present were stunned, feeling that this was completely unnecessary.

But some people quickly came to their senses and understood Li Jiankun's thoughts.

A female comrade said with tears in her eyes: "We in Lancang support Mr. Li's decision, repair it!"

……

……

The disaster areas and victims especially need some good news now.

When the news of 1+1 Charity Foundation and Li Jiankun's personal donation spread.

It caused a huge response.

The victims were all cheered up, and many of them even rekindled their hope for life.

At the largest resettlement site in Zhutang Township, people flocked to the blue tent in the east as soon as the news came.

The words of gratitude came to my lips but I couldn't say them.

Mr. Li is gone.

People in three layers inside and outside the tent cried bitterly facing the empty tent. They couldn't even see him off!
A female comrade from the village, holding the hand of a little girl, walked into the tent through the aisle separated from the crowd.

The red-painted five-drawer table in the tent was cleared of books, pens and papers, leaving only a painting, a cartoon drawn with colored pencils.

The painting contains both sunny skies and violent storms.

A plant grows stubbornly.

From a small flower, it goes through several stages and eventually grows into a towering tree.

In the upper right corner of the stepped comic strip, a few people are nestling under a towering tree:
There is a grandfather holding a hookah.

A mother with big pigtails.

There are two naughty and playful brothers.

There is a dad who stood up again.

There is a grandmother stroking the tree trunk.

"Xiaohua, this painting is for you. Does it have any...special meaning?" The female comrade from the village squatted beside the little girl.

"Have!"

"Oh?"

"It's a secret between me and my uncle."

"..."

Her family doesn't even have a family photo.

She only told her uncle once what her grandfather, mother and two brothers looked like, but her uncle drew them so similarly.

She seemed to see her grandfather, mother and two brothers come alive.

Xiaohua, who had always been regarded as a happy pill by the disaster victims, held the painting in her arms like a treasure, tears streaming down her face as she clenched her fists: "I won't cry, I won't cry..."

Uncle, you can't cry either, she prayed.

(End of this chapter)