Chapter 16 birdsong

Light is a medicine, it can calm my mind for a while. I stuck out my tongue and licked my chapped lips, the sticky paste was all over my tongue. I heard the chirping of birds from the forest outside, and the chirping of birds stimulated my cerebral cortex just like the light.I have loved listening to the sound of birds chirping since I was a child.Every morning, when I wake up from my sleep and hear the crisp and jade-like singing of birds, I will naturally think of the dewdrops among the grass blades and the beautiful scenery of the countryside.At that time, I will feel very happy and feel that I am truly living in nature.It is a naive and childish feeling.I now know why I am always tired of city life, always fleeing the city and looking for scenic spots.

Many times, I would rather maintain this kind of simple and naive feelings, so as to keep my mind sharp, and the harm of city life to me leads to the numbness of my thoughts. I still think so when I am buried in the ruins. I can imagine the wind blowing freely through the valley. I greedily breathed the fresh mountain air that came in from that small crack. I stubbornly believed that it was fresh and free of impurities, and allowed my life to continue, like water-like air. I hear my own heavy heartbeat. I think I have to live.Just to hear the crisp birdsong, or to breathe the fresh air, one should live.

Even just for a drop of thirsty water, I have to live! It's not worth dying like this. Again I hope to be rescued. I coughed hard, cleared my throat, and tried to keep shouting. Facing the gap where the light and air penetrated, I yelled loudly, "Help—" I yelled several times in a row, my breathing was short, my heart was beating wildly, and the wound was in severe pain. Every time I yelled, the wound seemed to be torn open, and the things stuck on the wound would continue to penetrate deep into the flesh, and the blood would flow again. come out. I calmed down and waited for the reaction from the outside.

It is still the sound of birdsong and the sound of running water in the valley. At this time, how I wish the little bird could understand my cry for help, and fly to the outside of the mountain to find someone to rescue me.It's a pity that the bird can't understand me. I vaguely heard someone talking again. I pricked up my ears—yes, it was indeed the sound of someone speaking, not my hallucination. So, I spat out the sticky thick phlegm that was stuck in my throat again, endured the severe pain of the wound on my body, and continued to shout loudly: "Help me, come and save me—"

After shouting a few times, I heard someone walking towards me again, walking towards me stepping on the rotten bricks and tiles of the ruins. I heard two people talking and they stopped very close to me. It's two men. "Come up yet?" "It's coming up soon, it's down the mountain." "..." At this time, a man said to me: "Mr. Li, how are you doing?" I recognized his voice. It was the man who came with the proprietress yesterday evening and said he wanted to save me. I was moved by their arrival, and I said, "I'm very sad, come and save me—"

He didn't answer me, and he was talking to another man. Their voices were so low that I couldn't hear what they were saying. I thought they were discussing how to save me. After a while, I said again: "Please, come and save me—" At this time, the tone of the man who was talking to me suddenly became very blunt: "Be patient for a while!" After speaking, they left. I heard their footsteps and voices fade away until they disappeared. But they still gave me a glimmer of life, I think, as long as I persevere, they will definitely come to save me.I can't give up, I must be patient, as long as I have a breath, my heart must be full of hope!I found out later that the rescuer failed to go up the mountain, and that person also went down the mountain later and never came up again.

I began a long wait amidst the desolate birdsong.