Chapter 35 who is calling my name

Time becomes infinitely long. I can see the ray of sunshine, but my heart is cold.I felt cold for the first time.In fact, the temperature on the mountain is not high, especially at night.I have lived here for a few days, and I have to cover two quilts every night, and I feel very cold.Boss Zhao of the villa told me that even in the heat of summer, the temperature is about the same as it is now, and this is a good place to escape the heat.I believe Boss Zhao's words, I think, he also took a fancy to this is a good place to escape the summer, so he spent more than 20 million yuan to build this villa.But now, the villa has turned into ruins, and the summer resort has become a hell on earth. Nature is playing tricks on people mercilessly.

On the first night of being buried, I was still worried that I would freeze to death in the middle of the night with thin clothes. That night, because of the pain, I was sweating all over my body, and I didn't feel cold at all. But now, my heart is shaking, and I feel goosebumps on my face. At this moment, it would be great if the sun could shine on my face. In the process of gritting my teeth and persisting, my thoughts also fluctuated, and I also had such doubts: Is your persistence useful? Also had the thought of giving up again. Fear came again and again, and was crushed by my resistance time and time again.

I fear the night will come again. Afraid of being thrown into the ruins forever. I kept looking forward to the arrival of my wife Ping and Yi Yanduan, and I firmly believed that they would not leave me here.But it's been so long, why hasn't Yi Yanduan come here? Even if I'm dead, he should come to see me!I was thinking about my wife's arrival. Even if she didn't get any specific information about me, she should have guessed that I was in distress, because she couldn't get through to my mobile phone for so long. Could it be that someone as smart as her doesn't know what happened to me?I don’t know where my mobile phone is, and my camera has also suffered a disaster. There are so many beautiful photos in it, and I promised my friends to pass them on to them...

This is my own battlefield. I am not only resisting the harm and threats that nature brings me, but also fighting against my own weakness, fear, and negativity. I still call every once in a while. I really don't understand why I am dying, my voice is still so loud, and my throat is not hoarse, even though my throat is so sore after calling for help every time, it's like sprinkling a handful of salt on an erosive wound .I usually speak very loudly, and I am often considered vulgar and despised by others.But I can't learn to whisper, I'm not used to whispering.This is my conflict with modern urban civilization.I was supposed to be a mountain person, singing folk songs to the mountains.

Now, I am in the mountains in western Sichuan, but I can't sing folk songs, I can only call loudly for help again and again. Can my indomitable cry for help move God? Whatever it is, I've moved myself anyway. ... After my heart-piercing call for help, I fell into a long silence. I didn't think about anything at that time, I was just accumulating energy and preparing for the next call for help.I don't know how much time has passed, but every second in the past feels like a year. Suddenly, I seemed to hear the voice of someone speaking. The sound was far away from me, but I could hear it, and my hearing was as good as my eyesight.But I still doubted it—is it my hallucination?

I scraped the back of my right hand heavily on the iron nail. After feeling the pain, I continued to listen with my ears up—indeed, I heard someone talking, and that voice was approaching my direction. Could it be that the proprietress of the villa and their conscience found out that they brought someone to rescue me? or…… Like a drowning person, I suddenly saw a life-saving straw floating on the water. The heart suddenly beat wildly. There is a hot blood rushing to the head. I was so excited that I couldn't speak. According to common sense, I should shout loudly at this time. Anyone who comes will know where I was buried and that I am still alive.

I even got a little demented from being too excited. I heard someone stepping on the sundries on the ruins, walking towards me, and more than one person came.There was an unfamiliar voice shouting: "Li Ximin——" That strange voice calling my name?I really can't believe my ears, who is he?Before I had time to think about it, I heard the thick voice of a stranger: "Li Ximin—" After he finished calling, someone next to him said, "Could he have already—" At this time, I suddenly woke up and said loudly: "I'm inside, save me—" The stranger said, "Are you Li Ximin?"

I said loudly: "I am, I am Li Ximin—" The stranger said again: "Li Ximin, how are you doing now?" I said, "It's okay, but I'm very thirsty—" The stranger then said, "Did you drink your pee?" I said, "No, I can't drink my own urine, I'm buried, I can't move—" The stranger said again: "We are here to rescue you, you must conserve your strength and persevere." I said, "I insist on—" The stranger and others were talking. "He was buried too deep, and there were so many big rocks pressing on it, it might not be possible to rely on human power."

"There must be a crane, otherwise it will be very dangerous." "Then what to do?" "We have to ask the leader for instructions, send a crane up, and lift away the big rocks that are pressing on it, so that we can save him." "..." The stranger said to me again: "Li Ximin, you must persevere. After we report to the leader, we will rescue you after the crane comes up." I said, "Okay, I'll stick to—" And so they went. I found out later that it was the army's rescue team who came.An aunt who cleaned the house in Xinhai Villa was also buried in the rubble. Her husband and son rushed here from Pengzhou City.They couldn't find their relatives, they didn't know where she was buried, and they didn't know if she was alive. With the ability of their father and son, it was impossible to dig up that aunt.They have been hiding anxiously in the woods not far from Xinhai Villa, waiting for the arrival of the rescue team.In fact, they had heard my cry for help, but they couldn't save me at all, and they didn't come to talk to me.Their hearts were gripped tightly by great fear and sorrow. On the afternoon of the 14th, they finally saw a troop passing under Xinhai Villa, and went down to lead them to the mountain.In that case, the officers and soldiers of the army can only search and rescue survivors, and they have no specific rescue goals.Someone told them that there are still people alive in the villa, and they will definitely come.But that army gave up on my rescue because my position was too dangerous, and they went to rescue those who were easier to rescue.What I have never understood is why the comrades in that army knew my name, because the husband and son of the dead aunt had no idea who I was at the time. After they came, the people in the villa who knew my name had already escaped went.It has always been a mystery, a mystery that cannot be solved.

When they arrived, although they didn't save me right away, they still gave me a shot in the arm. My persistence has meaning. They're gone, and I'm still thinking, when will their cranes be able to drive up the mountain?I took into account the difficulty of driving the crane up the mountain. How long can I last? one day?two days?three days? ... I have no idea. All I knew was that I still had hope of being rescued, even though I was uneasy and unsure of my own life and death, because before I was rescued, all dangers could still occur.