Chapter 7 expression

What is my expression?I am not sure.I am a buried person, and expressions have no meaning.No one will see my expression. I thought of the expressions of my relatives and friends who were far away from me. At this time, they must not know that I was buried in the ruins and my life was hanging by a thread.I have no way to tell them about my situation. The only tool I can communicate with the outside world is my mobile phone. The laptop is no longer usable. I don’t know where the mobile phone is buried. Finding it is an impossible task. . I couldn't move my body, only my right hand could move in a limited and narrow space, but what I touched was a pile of debris crushed on me.

I regret not having my phone in my hand at the time. Now, I can only hope that the proprietress of the villa will save me. If they can't save me, I hope they can pass on my news as soon as possible. Time passed minute by minute. I was imagining the expressions of my relatives and friends when they heard that I was in distress. For example, my wife Ping, if she knew that I was buried in the ruins, what would happen?She is not a happy person, she will never show panic and grief in the company, she will only be anxious and worried in her heart.After returning home, she would cry alone and try her best to save me.I can feel the expression of her crying alone, her eyes are red, let the tears flow on her face without wiping, her face is full of helpless sadness, silently looking for the phone number of a friend who can help me, and thinking how to save me.

Daughter Li Xiaobai is still young, she is only a little over one year old, and she doesn't know the danger of her father at all, so she won't show any expression, or when she mentions her father to her, she will wave her little hand and call out with a smile, "Dad— —" That childish voice made people tremble. Father's expression should be heavy, he has always been a man of few words, in front of everything, he is just silent. My mother would weep bitterly with her old face twisted, kneeling on the futon under the shrine at home while crying, praying to the gods and ancestors to bless me.

... When the ray of light gradually dimmed, I knew that the night was coming soon. Why haven't they come to rescue me? My hopeful heart began to feel uneasy. I can't see what's going on outside, and I don't know anything about the expressions of the world.