Elves

The earthquake came suddenly. People living in the city did not see any signs and continued to work and rest as usual. But when the bell struck midnight and turned to early morning, the ground began to shake violently. The poor-quality bungalows and work sheds collapsed first, followed by the old ones. Residential buildings and unfinished buildings, and finally magnificent mansions are in jeopardy.Shards of glass from windows and sparks from broken circuits flew everywhere, and the city made of steel and concrete was fragile under the vibration of the earth.

The bright moonlight enveloped the ruins of the city, and the cries of the living came from the ruins.Crying and crying together into one piece, mourning formed a misery.

Doctors and firefighters came one after another, shuttling between different roads and buildings.The earthquake was so powerful that it had a wide impact. Newspapers and TV stations all over the world were praying for the earthquake.The number of surviving people is so small that every life still alive under the dust is very precious.

When several firefighters moved some boards and cement together, they were pleasantly surprised to hear a small explosion. A young couple hugged a boy tightly in their arms. He was covered with dust and the dried blood of his parents. Opening his eyes in a daze, the fireman put him away carefully and called his teammates to carry the stretcher.The boy turned his head with difficulty to look at his parents. The last scene he remembered was his parents holding him tightly in their arms, followed by boundless darkness.

His vision was still blurry, and he could only vaguely see his parents lying on the ground in a strange and distorted posture. He blinked vigorously before he could barely see their current appearance. Their faces were covered by dust, but She seemed to be still smiling at him.He saw that his father's white shirt had turned into a dirty dark brown, and his mother's arms under the short sleeves revealed dense bones and bright red flesh.

He wanted to call them, but his throat was so thirsty and hoarse that he couldn't make a sound; he wanted to reach out to act like a baby, but his whole body was sore and sore that he couldn't move.Suddenly he was lifted and laid flat on a stretcher, and was quickly sent into a simple tent by firefighters. He saw doctors busy beside him, but he fell into a coma after not being awake for long.

When he woke up again, his eyes were filled with white walls and crowded wards, and his ears were filled with noisy human voices.A nurse noticed him and hurried over to ask how he was doing.Children are always endearing, especially after such a disaster.He shook his head obediently to indicate that nothing was wrong, and said in a childish voice: "Auntie, have you seen my parents?" The nurse's expression froze, guessing that the child's parents might not be here, otherwise the child would not be here. Only him.

The nurse stroked his forehead lovingly, and said softly, "Auntie doesn't know either, but if you get better soon, you can go to them."

A few days later, a policeman came to register the survivors. When he was asked about him, he replied obediently: "My name is Jinyao, and I am eight years old this year." Can you write your own name? Which two words?"

He hummed, took the pen and paper handed over by the police, wrote down the word "Jin Yao", then wrote down two names, pointed to the words and asked, "My father's name is Jin Cheng, and my mother's name is Ruan Qin, uncle, do you see?" Have you ever passed them?" He said in a tearful tone.

The young policeman sighed, comforted him and said: "Not yet, but uncle will pay attention, tell them you are here when you see them." Jin Yao sobbed while nodding, the policeman stood up and patted the child's immature shoulders, helplessly Go to other beds.

Jin Yao couldn't wait for his parents. After three weeks of recuperating in the hospital, he was picked up by his grandparents who came all the way. When they saw him, they couldn't make a sound.

Jin Yao kept asking for news about his parents on the road, and his grandma told him with red eyes: "Yaoyao, Mom and Dad are gone." Jin Yao didn't understand why the good person was gone. The car they were traveling in tried to grab the door to keep them from leaving while it was refueling.He kept crying: "I want Mom and Dad! Why don't you wait for them!"

It wasn't until he returned to his hometown town that his grandparents held a funeral for his parents that Jin Yao gradually realized that his parents were dead and burned to ashes.