Chapter 27 breathe

The roar in the night made me no longer believe that it was a simple landslide.This is a terrible earthquake.The aftershocks of continuous mountain shaking and ground shaking may swallow the remaining lives at any time.In places other than Xinhai Villa, how many lives were ruthlessly devoured in that instant?Besides me, how many other people were buried in the villa?Did the proprietress who said she would save me die in the aftershock?And Yi Yanduan, did something happen to him too? I suddenly worried for them and felt sorry for them. Every life is precious. If I can get out safely, I will definitely save people.

But now I can only lament, I can't protect myself, and the words of going out to save others are a bit like a lie. At this time, the wound on my body no longer felt pain, and the half of my body that was pressed underneath was numb and lost consciousness. Is the wound still bleeding? Is it already inflamed and rotting? I imagined that black, viscous plasma was slowly coming out of my wound, the surroundings of the wound were eroding, the open flesh was festering, and there were many maggots like granulation squirming around... I seemed to smell a rotten smell, It was the putrid smell emanating from my festering wounds.

My breathing is heavy. I can hear myself breathing. Only the sound of breathing can prove that I am still alive. I'm still alive, but my body has begun to rot.My skin and flesh will slowly rot until only a skeleton remains, and eventually even the sound of my breathing will disappear, like a record player whose singing stops abruptly when the power goes out. I imagined the scene of lying on the big comfortable bed at home, Li Xiaobai was lying beside me, facing me, her little hand was on my chest, and a calf was also resting on my stomach.She was sleeping beside me, I heard her slight breathing, smelled the milky fragrance on her body, and my heart was filled with love.

I stretched out my still-moving right hand and touched the side. I hoped to be able to touch Li Xiaobai's warm and tender little hands or face, but what I touched were cold debris and iron nails pierced from broken wooden boards. I felt sad for a while. After my breathing stopped, Li Xiaobai, who had just passed his first birthday, would never have a father. Her dad would never hold her, gently lull her to sleep, and never protect her.In the process of growing up, she lost one of the closest people who could protect her from wind and rain... Poor Li Xiaobai! I want to cry, but I can't.

Only black blood was circulating in my eyes. How long can I breathe?