Silent Cry

Three years ago, a landslide hit Qingshan, and my sister Xia Qing died during the rescue operation as a volunteer. The official report was that "there were no witnesses at the scene," but her notebook clearly wrote: "I heard someone on the hillside, but I didn't call for help." Three years later, Chen Chu walked into a community hospital to prescribe medicine. When he saw my name "Xia Lan" on the pharmacist's name, his expression changed suddenly. He mentioned the dusty mudslide tragedy intentionally or unintentionally. Faced with questioning, his hands trembled and he denied any knowledge, but he accidentally dropped a special rescue badge. The eye-catching scratches and marks filled with markers were clearly the same as those worn by his sister during her lifetime.