Chapter 19 despair

In the dark, I felt my breathing getting heavier and heavier, and the steel bars pressing down on my ribs seemed to be pressing on my heart, which might explode at any moment.I suddenly felt very useless, why was I buried here motionless?I'm going to die of thirst like this, starve to death?This is not the way I want to die. This kind of death is not in line with my way of death. If I die on the front line, I will admit it; , I also admit it... How can I die like this now?My parents still need me to support, my wife is still so young, my daughter is only one year old, my brothers and sisters... there are so many things to do, and my new book has only written 30,000 words... I Can't die like this!

But how long can I last? Thirst is the biggest problem right now. Yesterday morning I ate two small steamed buns and drank a bottle of peanut milk.Because the writing went smoothly, I didn't eat lunch. I originally wanted to finish writing after four o'clock in the afternoon and go to the restaurant in the villa to have a good meal.The chef of the Shanzhuang Restaurant is very good at cooking. It turned out that he was working as a chef in a Sichuan restaurant in Jiangsu. Boss Zhao of Xinhai Villa scooped him up.On the day I just came here, the proprietress invited several workers from Yinchanggou Power Plant to dinner, and invited me to eat more than ten authentic Sichuan dishes. I felt very good. It can be said that this is the best Sichuan food I have ever eaten in my life. , especially the cold-water fish produced in the local river are absolutely burnt.I decided to eat a cold water fish cooked by the chef for dinner today.As a result, it became my fantasy.

I don't know what is going on with that good chef. I hope he is alive. After all, there are not many really good chefs in the world, and the people need such chefs. Where is the fish I was supposed to eat, was it killed, or did it fall down the valley and swim back into the water, free? Before yesterday's accident, I didn't drink a sip of water. I have a very bad habit. When I write, I just keep smoking and never think of drinking water.This is a big loss for me, if I drink more water, maybe I won't be so thirsty now, maybe I can last two more days. The rain outside the ruins was getting heavier, which could be discerned from the sound of falling rain.

Another violent aftershock shook the floor beneath me. Many debris rolled down from the top again and pressed on my back, because the floor was sloping, and my back was under a heavy load, like a mountain pressing on my back. After the aftershocks, the floor stopped shaking. The temporary calm relieved my hanging heart. I was really worried that the floor would fall into a valley tens of meters deep in the aftershocks. In that case, I would be smashed to pieces just like the floor. At this time, the skin under my body felt a coolness. I was pleasantly surprised: it was rainwater flowing down the floor!

After a while, I was desperate, I could only feel the rainwater flowing from under me, but there was no way to make it flow into my mouth, it was impossible to even wet my lips, just like I couldn't drink It was as if he had seen his own urine, unable to let the blood on his left face smear on his lips. I thought it was God who took pity on me and sent me some water to quench my thirst, but it was a prank by God, playing me! water!water!water! At this time, even if you let me drink saliva and die immediately, I will have no complaints or regrets! When did I feel that water is so precious?

Before I was buried in the ruins, I bathed with so much water every day, flushing my body with water again and again, for fear that any pores would not be rinsed clean; sometimes I even forgot to turn off the tap, letting the precious water flow away in vain. The tap water is not clean; what mineral water do you want to drink... Thinking about it, that would be a crime!When I first moved into the villa, the people in the villa told me that even the water for flushing the toilets here is mineral water, and they specially connected a pipe from a spring on the mountain to the villa. Now, even if I drink the water flushed through the toilet, I will treat it as a fine liquid!

However, that is impossible. I suddenly remembered peanut milk. Before going up the mountain, I specially bought a box of peanut milk in a small supermarket at the foot of the mountain, planning to drink a box when I skip breakfast or stay up late at night.In a few days, I only drank three boxes of that box of peanut milk. Where is that carton of peanut milk at this time?I remember putting it in the corner of the room near the kitchen. When the building collapses, will the peanut milk be scattered next to my body? This thought gave me another glimmer of hope in my despair. what should I do?Only my right hand can move in a very small space, and my hope can only be pinned on my right hand which has not been completely buried.

If I didn't have a movable right hand, maybe I would be in a more sinister situation. My right hand began to grope around, finding broken and destroyed objects. My right hand fingers were digging and digging vigorously in the debris. Suddenly, I touched the sharp corner of a carton in the pile of debris. It must be the carton containing peanut and soy milk!There is nothing else like it in this room. I was in ecstasy, and my hands were shaking with excitement. I struggled to dig out the cardboard box from the pile of mud and rocks, and my fingers were all rotten.If you can dig out a box of peanut soy milk, what a pain!At this time, a sip of water may be able to keep me alive for two days, not to mention a box of peanut milk.

Immediately, my heart sank. What I tried to dig out turned out to be an empty carton. It was the carton of peanut milk that I had finished drinking. !How can I drink so cleanly? It would be great if there was a little left over from the beginning. despair! Unparalleled despair! In fact, even if there was a carton of peanut milk, I couldn't drink it because I couldn't reach my mouth with my right hand anymore.I can only divert my attention and continue calling for help.My cries for help every few hours were futile because no one could hear my cries of blood.Am I really going to die here?

Where is the person who said he would save me now? Could it be that they have the heart to let me die here like this, with my life slowly drying up? I can't imagine that they would really abandon me, in such ruins! Still desperate!