Chapter 22 Yi Yanduan

The air trembled as the aftershocks came. I thought about saving myself, but there was nothing I could do.All the strength in my body has been exhausted, and my struggle has been meaningless.This is not my battlefield. I am the monkey grandson who was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain by the Tathagata Buddha. Even if I have great abilities, I can't use them. I thought of my comrade-in-arms Yi Yanduan. If it wasn't for him this time, I would never have come to Sichuan to write.I met him in the second year of my military service. It was 1986 when we were both soldiers in a regiment of Lanzhou Air Force Antiaircraft Artillery.In fact, he was in the army two years earlier than me. He was the chief of staff of the regiment's soldier kitchen at that time. Because we both like to dance and write, and we have similar tastes, we often get together and become good friends.

Yi Yanduan likes to write poems, his poems are average, but as a friend, he is a person who can talk to each other!I would go to him for anything, for example, if I encountered any troublesome problems, I would confide in him, and he would also give me advice to solve the problem.He would often order some food and drink, call me into his room, close the door, and drink while talking about literature.He's a better drinker than me, I can't drink him. Later, I left the old army and was transferred to a certain department of Guangkong. Over time, I lost contact, but I still think of him often.

I always remember his kind appearance and two dimples when he smiled. We reconnected, and it was more than twenty years in a blink of an eye. It's strange to say that we didn't get in touch early or late, but we got in touch more than 20 days before the earthquake because of Guo Qun. Guo Qun is a person who is kind to me, and he is also a writer.Without him, I would not be a soldier.He was the one who came to the west of Fujian to recruit soldiers back then, and he, who loved talent, saw that I had published novels when I was in middle school, so he took me away, even though I was physically unqualified in some respects.

Coincidentally, he also lost contact with me for more than 20 years, and he just got in touch with me this year.Not long after contacting him, he took his son to Shanghai once.We haven't seen each other for many years, and we seem to be very affectionate. In fact, I have always regarded him as my relative in my heart.After meeting, I naturally talked to him about our mutual friend Yi Yanduan.He said that Yi Yanduan has always kept in close contact with him, and last year, Yi Yanduan went to live with him for a period of time. The feelings of comrades-in-arms were indeed different, so he immediately called Yi Yanduan.

This comrade-in-arms who has not been in touch for many years finally has specific news. I just planned to go to a place to write. I planned to go to Sanya to write with Murong Xuecun, but because I really wanted to see Yi Yanduan, I decided to go to Sichuan, so I came to Yinchanggou and lived in Xinhai Villa.We also made an appointment on May 17, when he brought some old comrades from Pengzhou to the villa for a party. Unexpectedly, I was buried in the rubble on the afternoon of the 12th. After seeing Yi Yanduan, I feel that he has not changed much, but he is much older, but he is still so simple, with two dimples when he smiles, and he is still so reassuring and down-to-earth. On the afternoon of May 8, he and a woman named Wang Xiaolin sent me to Xinhai Villa. After dinner, he went down the mountain.

... After I was buried, I always thought that he would come to rescue me as soon as possible, but he never showed up. I think that even if the people in the villa gave up on saving me, they should have told him that I was buried alive and asked him to find a way Those who came to save me, especially the woman named Wang Xiaolin.The day was going to pass and I didn't wait for him, I don't know why. Could he also let me die in the ruins like the people in the villa? This is absolutely impossible! I insist that he and my wife Ping will find a way to save me! But when will they come, that is the question that makes me sad.

If I die and they show up again, it's meaningless.All they could do was dig up my body, or a few broken, muddy relics.There is also a box of chocolates for Yi Yanduan's daughter. I don't know if they can find them. If the box is not damaged, it may be edible. The chocolates should not be injured or killed.I haven't met Yi Yanduan's daughter yet. Or I've fallen down the valley in the aftershocks with the ruins, buried forever with everything... The three words "Yi Yanduan" became the most critical term in my earthquake distress.