Crowds of people, some were excited tourists, some were local residents, and some were businessmen who came here to do business. Now they are all disheveled, some are hugging each other in tears after surviving a disaster; Some are anxiously shouting or crying out for their loved ones; Some have not yet escaped from the terror of just now, pale-faced, sitting on the ground in a daze; Some are loudly cursing something; Some are shouting and searching for something in the rubble...

  Leng Bing Han had thought about what the end of the world would be like more than once, would it be a catastrophic collapse? Now everything seems just like that! He considered himself a calm and clever person, but in these short few minutes, with all this happening before his eyes, he was indeed at a loss.

  What's going on? Leng Bing was unaware, and didn't know who to ask. He had no idea that he was experiencing what would later be known as the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake. This massive earthquake flattened many areas, causing over 100,000 casualties and direct economic losses of over 800 billion yuan. All he could do was glance at his watch, forever etching this moment in his memory: May 12th, 2008, 2:30 pm.

  Before she had time to bandage the wound on her head, a pair of hands tightly grasped the cold arm, and a tear-stained woman in her 30s asked urgently: "Excuse me, have you seen our Ling'er? Have you seen her?"

  Taking a closer look, it turned out to be the mother of that lovely little girl from earlier when I was having lunch. She no longer had the elegant demeanor she had back then. Her head was covered in dust, her body was stained and dirty, with tears and dirt mixed on her face, and her eyes were red and pleading as she looked at me.

  He shook his head with a cold and numb expression, earlier in that situation, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to run, get out, escape, where did he have the energy to pay attention to others?

  Seeing the icy cold head shake, her eyes darkened and the crystal tears flowed again. Without wiping them away, she hurriedly ran to others to ask the same question. As if getting the same answer again, she became more and more heartbroken, yet seemed unwilling to give up, stumbling to ask others, with an expression like a madman.

  Before his eyes flashed the lovely expression of that little girl, cold and stern, yet somewhat pitiful. He rushed forward to ask, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

  The woman burst into loud sobs, and from her intermittent crying, everyone finally understood that in the chaos just now, the couple and their lovely daughter had become separated and couldn't be found anywhere. Today was their daughter Lingling's 7th birthday, and the couple had specially taken a day off to bring their daughter to Qingcheng Mountain for an outing, but who knew they would encounter such bad luck.

  Just as everyone was sighing, Lingling's dad ran over and heard from the two people who had just run out that when they came out, it seemed like a little girl was sitting inside crying, which should be the Lingling they were looking for.

  It was unclear whether she had received news of Lingling's safety and finally put her mind at ease, or if she had heard that Lingling was still in danger, but upon hearing the news, Lingling's mother fainted. Everyone rushed over to help. Lingling's father supported his wife, looking at the cracked wall of the restaurant which was on the verge of collapse but had not yet caved in, lost in thought.

  "What are you still standing there for? Don't you go save your daughter?" Leng Bing Han shouted from the side, thinking of the little girl who was still in danger, and couldn't help but feel a wave of tension and heartache. He also had the idea of rushing in to rescue the lovely little girl, but looking at the building that might collapse at any moment, he felt a chill in his heart and retreated again. After all, he was just an ordinary person, living a plain and unremarkable life, never making mistakes or doing anything big, even if someone was caught stealing on the street, he wouldn't dare to intervene, let alone now?

  Safety first, taking good care of oneself is enough, he silently reminded himself.

  "Ah, yes, okay!" Lingling's father seemed to have just realized something and put down his wife, rushing towards the restaurant. Just as he stepped up the stairs, there was another violent shake, the restaurant shook violently, and the tiles on the roof kept falling down, right in front of Lingling's father, scaring him so much that he retreated two steps and sat down on the ground, seemingly unable to get up again. He just shouted loudly towards the inside: "Lingling, Lingling, are you inside? Lingling, can you hear me?"

  At this time, the cracks on the wall surface are constantly expanding with the shaking, the tiles on the roof keep falling down, the glass of the windows has long been shattered and fell to the ground, the whole house is swaying from side to side, the situation is getting more and more critical.

  At the sight of this scene, the cold and icy brain kept appearing with the lovely face of a little girl named Lingling. He couldn't bear to see such a small child go like that without having had a few happy days. What if it were his own daughter? Could he also be so heartless and indifferent, standing by and doing nothing?

  "Mind your own business, take a gamble, if you die, it's just a good deed for the heavens. Let's be kind once." Leng Bing Han suddenly mustered up the courage from who-knows-where, muttered a curse under his breath, threw down his travel backpack, and rushed into that dangerous restaurant amidst everyone's shocked cries.

  The restaurant was in a mess, with tables and chairs scattered all over the place. Some were overturned, while others had been smashed by falling bricks and tiles. The floor was littered with broken dishes, bowls, and chopsticks, as well as debris from the collapsed ceiling. Cold Ice yelled out Lingling's name loudly, shielding his head with one hand to protect himself from the falling bricks and concrete fragments, while using the other hand to push aside the tables and chairs that blocked his path. He proceeded cautiously yet quickly, dodging the falling objects and trying not to trip over anything.

  With great difficulty, relying on memory, he finally arrived at the location where Lingling had eaten, and found Lingling with a terrified expression, her voice hoarse from crying under a table. It seemed that because she was hiding under the table, apart from being frightened, Lingling hadn't suffered any harm, and Leng Bing's hanging heart was finally put to rest. What he feared most was that after mustering up the courage to be a hero once, the person he was trying to save would encounter danger before being rescued, which would not only let down this lovely little girl but also his own efforts. At the same time, he felt endless pity for her; at such a young age, she had encountered such danger, it was truly unfortunate. He hoped that this experience wouldn't cast a shadow over her sunny life in the future.

  He hastily held Lingling tightly in his arms and said coldly, "Don't be afraid, Uncle will take you out now, Dad and Mom are still waiting for you outside!"

  Perhaps it was the feeling of being cared for by a cold and icy father, or perhaps it was the subconscious finding of a safer place, Lingling tightly hugged Cold Ice, her head still digging in, as if the more she dug in, the safer she felt.

  Gently stroked Lingling's head to comfort her, and without thinking too much about anything else, carefully observed the surroundings and quickly determined a route that seemed safest, then hugged Lingling and rushed towards the door.

  Just ran a few steps, suddenly felt a darkness in front of my eyes, a tightness in my heart, and quickly jumped back. With a loud crash, a huge concrete slab fell in front of me, shattering into pieces that flew everywhere, some hitting my face and body. I didn't have time to feel the pain, my heart was racing non-stop. What a close call, almost got smashed.

  Take a deep breath, no time to think, cold and ready to run, the current position is within 10 meters of the gate, just need to run over these 10 meters to escape, then it's safe.

  At this moment, the three-story small building collapsed like a domino, crumbling in an instant amidst the crowd's cries of surprise and disbelieving stares.

  "Lingling!" Lingling's mother, who had just come to her senses, let out a heart-wrenching cry at the sight, and her fragile nerves could no longer withstand such a heavy blow, fainting once again.

  Because Lingling's father was just below the stairs, closest to the collapsed house, he was the most frightened and his body was also scratched by the flying debris from the collapse. However, at this time he seemed to be completely unaware of these things, rushing forward like a madman, frantically digging through the ruins, without regard for his normally well-maintained hands being ground bloody by the steel bars and concrete blocks, while loudly shouting: "Lingling, Dad is here to save you, don't be afraid!" "Benefactor, I owe you, you must be okay!"

  "Hurry, save them!" The people around seemed to have regained consciousness, as if they were also inspired and moved by the icy courage just now. It seemed that no one could bear to see the lovely little girl and the nameless hero who risked his life to save her die together. Regardless of age or sex, whether they were numb or crying earlier, everyone burst out with unparalleled passion and strength, rushing forward to move cement bricks, clearing debris, hoping to get them out...

  But at the moment when the house collapsed, there was only one thought, it's over, this time I'm cleared. However, subconsciously he stuck to a wall and protected Lingling, that lovely little girl, in his arms, saying nothing could hurt her.

  A huge concrete block slammed heavily on his back, and under the impact, all the blood in his body seemed to spurt out, then in an instant, it gushed out of his mouth along with a final thought: "Damn it, being ordinary is true, really can't be a hero, once you're a hero, you're dead!"

  Although everyone worked together, they lacked the necessary equipment. In front of the huge concrete blocks and uneven steel bars that were almost mixed together, the rescue work had not made much progress. It wasn't until 2 days later when the rescuers entered that they were finally dug out. Leng Bing was still in that posture, curled up, tightly protecting the little girl under his body, with heavy concrete blocks on his back, using his own body to create a space for the little girl's survival.

  After diagnosis, Leng Bingxue had stopped breathing, but Lingling miraculously survived. Apart from physical weakness and severe shock, she only suffered some superficial wounds and soft tissue bruises.

  "It's really touching!" The rescue expert was deeply moved after seeing this, "From the place where they were buried, if Leng Binghui had chosen to protect himself instead of the little girl at that time, his survival rate would have been very high. In other words, he used his own life to exchange for the little girl's life!"

  People have learned his name and identity from the cold, icy backpack left behind in tourism. All those who knew him were moved by his actions. When his body was lifted out of the ruins, everyone silently gazed at this hero in their hearts, raised their hands to gently pass on the stretcher carrying the hero's remains, fearing that they would desecrate and slow down the heroic spirit, as if they had to personally see off the hero to be at peace. Until it was sent to the car, and with tears in their eyes, they bid farewell to the car as it slowly drove away.

  The accompanying journalists, upon learning of the entire incident, were deeply moved. At that time, there was a need for such positive and uplifting reports, so within a short period of time, almost all media outlets and websites across the country reported on the glorious deeds of Lei Feng's selfless rescue efforts and unfortunate demise. The photo of millions of people solemnly escorting the hero's body, titled "Hero, We Bid You Farewell!", also appeared in all reports, moving everyone to tears.

  The Central Committee of the Party, the Red Cross Society and the National Office for Spiritual Civilization also issued a call to learn from Comrade Leng Bingchuan.

  He was just one of the many heroes who emerged in the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake, and perhaps he didn't want to be a hero, but at this moment, his deeds kept impacting and cleansing people's hearts, touching the softest part of their souls.

  When the hearse passed by, all the people spontaneously stood on both sides of the road to bid farewell to their hero in mind; at the memorial service, tens of thousands of people filled the streets, countless people shed tears, and were reluctant to leave for a long time. Three months later, a book recording the ordinary life of Leng Bingxue was published, with sales exceeding 100,000 copies that month. Half a year later, the book was adapted into a TV series. Leng Bingxue, this ordinary person, finally became extraordinary after he left the world.

  However, he was unaware of all this.

  This article is dedicated to the heroes and compatriots who lost their lives in the Wenchuan earthquake on May 12, 2008. Rest in peace! The Chinese spirit was not shattered by the earthquake, homes will be rebuilt, and history will be remembered. May you be happy and joyful forever in heaven! Bless China, bless Sichuan!

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