I heard it was still 20 kilometers away from the epicenter.
The bus was moving at a snail's pace on the rickety mountain road, with gravel rolling down from the window and raising dust all over the sky. He lowered his head to revise the manuscript, and most of the mineral water he had just unscrewed in his hand spilled, soaking the interview book.
The driver stepped on the brakes and said, "The road ahead is dead. Let's make a U-turn."
Wen Shu picked up her camera bag and opened the car door: "I'll walk over."
Lu Chenzhou picked up a girl from the ruins. She was covered in ashes and her hands were covered in blood. Someone called him "Army" and someone handed him water, but he didn't take it.
He squatted down and put his ear close to the cracks in the ruins.
"Is there anyone else?"
There were faint knocking sounds from the ground - three short, three long, three short.
SOS.
There are no lights at night in Cangshan. There was only the light on the rescue helmet and the flash of white in the reporter's camera.
"Why are you a firefighter?"
"My dad, too. I was twelve years old when he died."
"So do you know the answer now?"
Lu Chenzhou looked at Wen Shu, and the dim light fell on his face: "I know. I don't think about anything, I just want to save people."
Wen Shu pressed the shutter.
Reporter (attack)/Firefighter (receiver)
Purpose: Record and protect