High school science students save the world

There was a sudden winter-like silence in the ward.

Yang Yan was stunned at that moment.

He felt a numb and spicy pain on his face, and his brain froze due to the pain. He could only watch Yang's mother stretch out her arm slowly, but he couldn't move it.

However, that hand was gentle. She touched his slapped face and asked in a low voice, "Is there any injury?"

Yang Yan: "No...no."

"Really not?"

"No."

She stopped talking and looked straight into Yang Yan's eyes. This look...indescribable, like the sharpest spear and the strongest shield in the world, fiercely entangled together, the black and white vortex, It made him a little overwhelmed.

Yang Yan's heart skipped a beat suddenly.

He turned his face slightly in embarrassment, and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm really fine, look at me alive and kicking, I..."

Mother Yang interrupted him: "Does it hurt if I beat you?"

Yang Yan was stunned: "It doesn't hurt."

Mother Yang looked at her and twitched the corners of her mouth.

"It really doesn't hurt, it hurts my mother's heart to beat Zai'er."

She still didn't speak, stared at Yang Yan for a moment, then suddenly rushed over and hugged him fiercely, almost at the same moment, Yang Yan felt his shoulders wet.

It's not that Yang Yan has never seen someone cry.

His classmates, who were hoarse in despair, cried blood in their throats, and the sky was dark, and they were not as good as a tear from a woman.

In Yang Yan's memory, he had never seen her cry.

She divorced when he was very young, the man was an asshole with empty pockets, and he looked like a ruffian who wanted money but didn't kill him. Since then, she has started to support a family with her slender shoulders.

She never cried when she lived in a dark and damp rented house, when she was the poorest, when she ate only vegetables and boiled noodles every day, and when she had pneumonia and coughed up blood.

He had never seen a woman shed a tear.

Her nasal voice came up muffled: "Why can't you even speak clearly, you...do you know that you scared me to death..."

Yang Yan felt his heart was soaked in a vat of vinegar, so sore that he wanted to cry.

He didn't dare to think, didn't want to think, how anxious and desperate she was at that time.

She only had his son, and she was middle-aged, without a husband. The child was her only support. If she lost it, then... nothing.

He suddenly remembered a desk lamp in the dilapidated rental house, which was changed to a beautiful new house many years ago, and the desk lamp was thrown away long ago.However, he still remembers the orange light of the desk lamp.

When he was a child, he especially liked listening to stories. He could sit still for two hours listening to fairy tales and fables, but his mother would tell them for two hours.Sometimes my throat was so hoarse that my voice changed, so I said to him helplessly: "Can we stop talking? Mom is tired."

That was his own mother, holding her so warm and true.

But he is not her own son.

He is a shameless and despicable liar. He let her live in the illusion that she had a son for 16 years. This fact made him tremble. What would happen if she knew the truth?

Mother Yang hugged him tightly, and naturally felt his trembling, she quickly raised her head and wiped away her tears: "What's wrong with you? You don't feel well? I'll call the doctor..."

"Don't go, you sit down first," Yang Yan pulled a chair over, "I'll pour you a glass of water and you rest, I'm fine."

Mother Yang sat on the chair and drank a cup of warm boiled water. It seemed that she had just realized it. She couldn't help but wiped her face again and coughed a few times in a low voice.

"Mom, do you have a cold?"

Mother Yang shook her head and pulled her broken hair behind her ears: "Probably not," she raised her eyebrows again, "It's all your fault, and you didn't call me, I was so anxious, how could I talk to you before?" As you said, call me when you get home late, or I will worry. But you, such a big matter, are silent by yourself!"

Yang Yan had no place to sit, so he could only lean against the wall, but he didn't dare to straighten his back, so he crouched his neck to be scolded honestly.

"Isn't my phone out of battery? I'll call you as soon as it's fully charged."

Tan Zheng silently peeled an apple beside him, cut it into small pieces and put it in a bowl with a toothpick on top.

"Thank you, thank you, you are too polite," said and turned to Yang Yan, "It would be great if you have someone who is half sensible. But it is true, how could there be an earthquake, I happen to be on a business trip, and the road leading to other places Block it, or I'll come over and clean you up early in the morning!"

Yang Yan just lowered his head and said yes.

In fact, the earthquake was not strong. Except for the few corpses in the school that were hunted by rats, which were prevaricated by the excuse of earthquake casualties, other places only felt a slight tremor, and at most suffered some skin trauma.However, this city has not experienced an earthquake for hundreds of years. This earthquake made many people panic, and the hospital was busy.

Yang Yan was fine, he was alive and kicking, which made Yang's mother feel relieved, and she only realized later that she cared about the back table with one leg hanging and moaning.

"It's nothing for young people to have broken bones, and it's lucky that they only had broken bones in the earthquake." She comforted the half-dead back table: "Where are your parents?"

The back table was eating kiwi fruit, and the tip of the kiwi fruit's astringent tongue was numb: "They have something to do, so go back first."

After hearing this, Mother Yang stood up suddenly, and straightened the wrinkles on the white shirt. Yang Yan looked at her in horror, fearing that the cheating parents at the table behind her would pat their butts and leave.

fine……

"Are you hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat."

The back table didn't feel much about the presence of their parents, but since Yang Yan's mother who was a good cook appeared, the eyes of the back table have been following her, and now he is so excited that he can't even speak.

"Thank you, thank you, auntie!"

Mother Yang brushed her hair hastily, turned her head and pursed her lips, smiled coquettishly, and said, "Good boy."

After Yang's mother left, Yang Yan obviously relaxed. He sat down on the chair. Tan Zheng just cut an orange for him, and he buried his head in eating the orange.

Back table: "...This seems to be my condolence item."

Yang Yan raised his eyes and stared at him for a while: "Oh..."

There are only pieces of skin in the fruit plate.

The back table looked up at Tan Zheng, and Qin Zheng poured another glass of water for Yang Yan, the temperature was still adjusted, and the bag was dangling in the plastic cup, the back table couldn't help covering his face in despair.

Damn it!

In the same ward as the back table are a classmate and an uncle.

The uncle has rough skin and thick flesh. It seems that no one comes to visit him. He has a restless temper, dragging his arm bound with plaster cast around, and now he is secretly smoking on the balcony.

"Hey hey!"

Accompanied by the voice, the sliding door of the balcony was opened with a "swish", and the uncle shouted vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "Leader, leader! Several high-end cars were parked outside the hospital just now. They are expensive and expensive. There are a group of people in black suits outside the car, like a gangster - definitely the leader! The leader is here to visit!"

For some reason, Yang Yan's eyelids twitched slightly.

He and Qin Zheng came to the balcony, and there were only a group of tribal ministers huddling outside at the bottom of the building, and the leader was nowhere to be seen.

Tan Zheng's finger suddenly hooked Yang Yan's little finger.

Yang Yan blinked at him, and he turned his face away again, as if nothing happened, but his back was stiff.

Yang Yan: "...what's wrong?"

Tan Zheng shook his head: "I don't know either."

This sentence is a coincidence.

One is that they don't know who this person is, and the other is that they don't know why the government sent them here at this time.

The government is too impatient.

The uncle was still chattering over there: "Hey, my dear mother! I haven't seen a live leader yet! Is it from Zhongnanhai? What a big official this is. I haven't even been to the county government building yet. Mile!"

The back table peeled a banana and ate it by himself, and hummed twice over there with unclear semantics.

I don't know.

Of course, the uncle didn't understand, otherwise his other weak leg would have to be discounted as well.

The student who was playing with his mobile phone on the hospital bed didn't even look up: "Really? You may not see it when you come in."

"What did this brat say, have you seen it? Isn't it so unusual if you haven't seen it?"

Maybe the uncle is still living in the era of Long Live the Chairman. He probably has a drawer of badges in his drawer, just like Yang Yan's grandmother.However, young people like Yang Yan are not interested in this kind of living giant panda in human form, and think it would be better not to come.

But please come and talk.

The student lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone anxiously changed his posture one after another. At the same time, his little belly against his spine began to gurgle, and the lingering sound lingered, and it was divided into high, high and low.

A piece of fruit was thrown from the back table: "Student, do you want some?"

The man with numb fingers immediately threw it back: "No, no, no, I don't eat fruit. I'll wait for my mother to bring me food. Why is it so slow? What time is it?"

What he said at the back table also started to tighten his throat, his mouth was sour, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: It's been so long, why haven't I eaten yet.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The back table raised its neck full of joy, trying to be as flexible as a snake spirit so that you can see what a good meal is, but it was blinded by the sudden flashing light.

"Fuck!" he yelled.

The hand holding the flash light paused for a moment, and pressed it even more fiercely.

The back table seemed to have just realized it. He looked at the man in the suit who was smiling like a spring breeze in front of him, and covered his face deeply, deeply.

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