Lin Wenxi swore that if the voice calling him louder, he would get up and throw a brick at him.
Lin Wenxi was in the corner at that time, and she was not injured at all, but whether it was due to excessive nervousness or the fatigue of several days, after Lin Wenxi threw the child out, she didn't know whether she fainted or fell asleep on the spot.
I was sleeping relatively comfortably, but suddenly I heard someone calling me, and the sound was so unpleasant that I kept frowning in my sleep.
It was as if the voice was still threatening him: "If you die, I will freeze you in the refrigerator so that you will never be buried in peace."
No, if you put it in the refrigerator, wouldn't it mean that it would be torn into pieces? I also want to be frozen and resurrected later.
It seemed that she was scolding herself again: "Damn it, you idiot, Lin Daiyu's body wants to grow a heart like Hua Tuo's, why don't you cure yourself first?"
I am Lin Daiyu’s body. When Uncle Hongxuan hears this, he will slap you to death.
It seems that he is still cursing himself: "I curse you to be reincarnated as a canary in your next life, and I will keep you in my crotch for the rest of my life."
What
I heard it right
In the crotch
canary,
rogue
Lin Wenxi breathed a long sigh of relief and struggled to wake up. Hearing Zhao Yuan's hoarse calling, his words seemed to be filled with blood and his voice was filled with tears.
Lin Wenxi, who had just woken up with anger and felt a burst of strength all over his body, now found that he was too weak to cry out.
Lin Wenxi lay on the pile of ruins and listened quietly to Zhao Yuan's monologue there.
"I only have you now..."
Lin Wenxi struggled to shout, her voice like fine lines, and was quickly lost in the darkness.
It was complete darkness, without a trace of light or movement.
Lin Wenxi knew that when aftershocks came, the rescue team must first protect their own safety and evacuate to a safe location. After the shaking passed, they confirmed safety before going to rescue others. The soil in front of him was so buried that Lin Wenxi only remembered that he was entering a third-floor building that had not yet collapsed. At this moment, he was a little unsure whether he could still walk out. There are no excavators nearby, and there is no equipment that can carry heavy weights. Everything can only be excavated by human hands and feet.
How long can air last
I heard that the worst way to die is to be buried alive. . .
Zhao Yuan's voice next door has calmed down. What's wrong with him? Is he tired or trapped? . . still. . . He has no air,
Lin Wenxi began to feel scared, and cold sweat oozed out bit by bit. When the sweat evaporated, the slight coldness was infinitely amplified by the capillaries. He seemed to be deeply surrounded, like this thick dark fear, even if he died, he would never see Zhao again. Have you met each other
Zhao Yuan finally began to wake up a little. The shouting just now consumed too much of his energy, and his survival instinct made him more and more awake. He roughly touched the space around him, which was about five to six square meters. The movement outside gradually disappeared, indicating that after he was blocked, the collapse was still continuing, and no light seeped out. This place was far away from the surface, and there was no way to tell. There is no steel pipe leading to the top. There are only a few pieces of broken wood, an old table, and a broken speaker-like object. There are several beams not far away. The reason why I don't feel suffocated now is probably because there is some air leaking out from the places supported by the beams. There is also a supply bag with him, which contains some water and food, enough for two meals. Together, it should be able to last for a few days without dying.
But, where is Lin Wenxi? Is he there? Does he have food? He is injured for no reason and there is no movement at all.
Zhao Yuan shouted again and pressed against the pile of soil. He wanted to hear any sound from there, even if it was a moan.
Zhao Yuan began to dig the tunnel, avoiding the support points of the beams. There was a pile of masonry and earth blocks here. I broke the stick and started digging again and again. It didn't work. It was too slow. I dug with my hands, one hand at a time. If God loves me, even if I die, I can still find Wenxi. . .
Something scratched my hand, blood and dirt mixed together, no matter what.
Stone, slowly move away.
The soil above fell down again, filling the place just dug. It's like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder day after day, but the boulder just keeps falling.
Powerless pain.
But he kept digging.
Lin Wenxi is waiting for me
Zhao Yuan's tears were mixed with blood, and he dug a hole little by little, which was still less than ten centimeters deep.
A thin ding-dong sound came from over there. Although the sound penetrated the silk, to Zhao Yuan at this moment, it was no different than Hong Zhong Da Lu.
Zhao Yuan clung to the wall and listened closely. The dirt fell into his mouth without even noticing.
That is
On nights when torches played the flute, Lin Wenxi silently played solo countless times, and then smiled. How could such a familiar piano melody not make Zhao Yuan feel like he was covered with fresh blood and get goosebumps all over his body.
"I heard it, Wenxi, I heard it. Are you okay?" Zhao Yuan cried and laughed, beating the wall hard, and soon tearing his hair, his instinct seemed to go crazy.
Hit the key of C three times in response.
"Why don't you speak, Wenxi, you are injured" Zhao Yuan shouted loudly.
A low flat tone, meaning negative, not hurt.
"That's because you are tired and I can't hear you when you speak."
The affirmative sound of "dong dong dong".
Lin Wenxi suddenly found the piano keys in the dark. An almost intact piano was placed in the corner. It seemed that music lessons were being held here at the time of the earthquake.
With almost no hesitation, I played the colorful clouds chasing the moon, flowing clouds and flowing water, and the bright moon in the sky. All the words are here.
Lin Wenxi couldn't remember how many songs he played. After each song, Zhao Yuan continued to shout: "Continue."
But his hands were already sore.
He began to realize that he was hungry and sleepy.
Lin Wenxi played a lullaby, which made him almost fall asleep, and then heard Zhao Yuan shouting over there: "Not sleepy enough, let's do it again"
Lin Wenxi hammered the keys slightly, making a noise.
"Good baby, don't be angry. You won't be beautiful if you have wrinkles." Zhao Yuan's curse-like voice came from over there.
This man is possessed by Wang Xiang
Lin Wenxi played the song "White Moonlight" that Wang Xiang often sang, but when he reached the line "I want to hide it, but I want to cover it up.", everything in his past appeared in Lin Wenxi's mind like lightning, and Lin Wenxi suddenly understood something.
"I'm not fucking Wang Xiang. I'm here, and you actually think of other men."
Lin Wenxi played the song "I'm By My Side".
Zhao Yuan's ecstatic roar sounded over there: "I'm by your side, why can't you see..."
Lin Wenxi fell down heavily.
"Ah, it is better to take pity on the people in front of you when you look at mountains and rivers and think about them in vain. Who taught Wang Xiang what he said?"
"Don't say anything. If you don't say anything, I...uh...ah..." Zhao Yuan screamed.
Lin Wenxi climbed onto the piano again and slapped it hard a few times.
"Oh, I'm fine. Aren't you following someone's example? Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf?"
"How about you play a song with nineteen strokes..."
"I know you haven't heard it, so I'll sing it to you and you can play it now.
"You're not talking, uh... Am I hurt? It hurts. Where does it hurt..."
Zhao Yuan heard in horror that Lin Wenxi played the song to save the dead. . . . Great Compassion Mantra.
"I'm not fucking dead"
I don't know if it was an aftershock or something bad, but a few pieces of mud fell down and the ground shook three times.