Self-cultivation of spare tire

Under the torrential rain, the rocks rolled over.

The village was instantly destroyed under the rolling quicksand, and the ground was in a mess, full of gravel.

The sharp pain can't wake up the chaotic consciousness, and the quicksand pushes people into the abyss with the strong wind.

Chen Zhu couldn't hear the sound, couldn't speak, couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't see the sky.

He is like a cocoon wrapped in sand and stone, unable to break through the cage of imprisonment.

In the chaos, he only remembered that the moment before he was submerged in sand and stones, it was the village chief who pushed him away fiercely.

"Mudslide! Run, run!"

And the boulder rolling towards him hit the roof.

One moment there was still green mountains and green waters, and the next moment the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the fields roared.

"Uh..." In the darkness, Chen Zhu heard himself humming in pain.

As if his soul was withdrawn, Chen Zhu saw himself submerged in the ruins, his right leg was pressed by the fallen beams, and before the heavy rain stopped, the accumulated puddles were about to submerge his mouth and nose.

Can't wake up, can't move.

Chen Zhu was struggling in the terrible darkness, his consciousness was already crumbling.

Suddenly, there was a faint cry in my ear.

It seemed to be a child sobbing.

"Grandpa, grandpa..." the child cried and called in a low voice.

who?Chen Zhu listened carefully, but the voice was erratic, seemingly absent.

"I miss mom and dad, when will they come back?" the child asked crying.

"Why don't mom and dad come back?"

"I miss them."

"grandfather…"

The young child held the adult by the corner of his clothes, crying until the tip of his nose turned red.

"Chen Zhu, Chen Zhu..."

Chen Zhu heard someone calling him, yes, yes...it was Chen Wenguo's voice.

Grandpa... Chen Zhu wanted to open his mouth, but he tried his best, but he couldn't speak.

"Grandpa, I don't want to recite poetry, I don't want to recite the Analects of Confucius, I want my parents."

"Listen, Chen Zhu, from today onwards, Mom and Dad will go home." Chen Wenguo hugged the young child, pointing to the long cement road, "They are there, if you want them to stand there, They are looking at Zhu'er."

"No, I don't want it!" The always well-behaved person burst into tears, "I want Mom and Dad!"

"Zhu'er, Zhu'er is good, obedient."

Be good, Zhuer... Chen Wenguo's voice gradually faded, and a gentle voice sounded.

That was the vague warmth in Chen Zhu's vague memory.

"Be good, Zhuer." On that long concrete road, there seemed to be two figures, the man was tall and straight, and the woman was slowly walking towards Chen Zhu.

The woman leaned over and stretched out her hand to Chen Zhu, "Good boy, come here."

The child ran to his mother's arms and fell into the long-lost tenderness.

"Why don't you want me, why leave me?"

"why why!"

The woman hugged him, her face was still gentle and young as in the old photos, she smiled and touched the child's head.

"Azhu, be good, Azhu." The woman's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, she couldn't answer the child's question, she could only tell him to be good and obedient.

To grow up happily like all happy children in this world.

The man took the woman's hand and pressed the child's shoulder, "Chen Zhu, grow up quickly. When you grow up, you will understand."

The child broke down and wanted to hold the hand of the woman and the man, "Don't, don't!"

One day, you will understand.

"Zhu'er, one day you will understand."

Waiting for you to wear the wind and rain on your shoulders, with expectations, and go through the chills in the storm.

Waiting for you to jump over the ignorant childhood and rush into the torrent of the age.

You will understand.

"I understand, I understand..." Chen Zhu opened his mouth, and tasted the fishy smell of mud and sand in his mouth.

However, I still miss you very much.

He struggled out of the chaos with a glimmer of clarity, looking at the increasingly blurred figures.

Light and shadow are intertwined, and the figures of parents have turned into continuous mountains, rushing rivers, and the path that carries the expectations of countless people.

The blood of the father's generation is buried in the green mountains and green waters.

From then on, Tiandijianghe is the child's parents.The ground under my feet is my father's shoulders, and the breeze that blows is my mother's kiss.

But Chen Zhu was still very lonely. He spent a long and lonely childhood.

And on a lonely summer night, a cunning fox wagged its tail and jumped into the boy's gloomy world.

"Chen Zhu," he heard the man's voice, like a dream, like a dream, like a fake, "Chen Zhu..."

"Chen Zhu!"

The man's growl was like a thunder, which exploded in Chen Zhu's ears, dragging him out of the chaotic abyss.

"Chen Zhu!"

The man's voice echoed in the valley along with the mountain wind.

With a sound, he was brought back to the world.

"Xu Lanting, the climbing height is not enough!" The helicopter roared, hovering above the ruins, and Yang Yi's voice came through the headset.

Yang Yi grabbed Xu Lanting's collar, "Are you looking for death!"

Xu Lanting shook off Yang Yi's hand, "Let go!"

Yang Yi's eyes were also red with anxiety, Xu Lanting found him the first time he heard that Chen Zhu was trapped.

Yang Yi's family is somewhat related to the army, and he is also included in the rescue team in the disaster area.

But Yang Yi did not expect that Xu Lanting would be so crazy that he would not even take his life.

In rainy days, the helicopter cannot meet the flying conditions, so the rescue team can only rush to the disaster area step by step.

Countless people stepped forward, regardless of their own safety, and saved countless people who were submerged in sand and stones in the first place.

However, the hardest-hit area is in a remote valley, and the speed of the rescue team is not so fast.

Before Yang Yi could clear his mind, he heard the roar of the helicopter—if he hadn't moved quickly, Xu Lanting would have really driven the helicopter to the disaster area alone.

Simply do not die!

"Xu Lanting!" Yang Yi squeezed Xu Lanting's skydiving bag and refused to let him die, "Calm down!"

"Yang Yi." Xu Lanting's voice was terribly calm, "Let go."

After seeing the ruins under his feet, Xu Lanting unexpectedly calmed down.

He can't lose his mind at this time, he can't be crazy at this time.

A man is like a machine that has resumed operation, calculating everything precisely.

"The wind was so strong that I wasn't sure where to land."

Just when Yang Yi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Xu Lanting say, "Lower the flight altitude and release the rope ladder."

"Xu Lanting, what do you mean?"

"I told you to lower the flying height and let the rope ladder go." Xu Lanting's eyes kept looking at the mud-sand-covered mountains and rivers under his feet, and he wanted to find the shadow of that person in the vast wilderness.

"Let's not talk about how dangerous this is, even if you go down, you won't be able to find him—Xu Lanting, take a good look for yourself, how big and messy it is underneath!"

Xu Lanting: "So what?"

No matter how big the world is, he can still find his light.

Seeing Xu Lanting's stubborn and unusual expression, Yang Yi couldn't stop him, so he could only yell, "Xu Lanting, you fucking court death!"

The roar of the helicopter became louder and louder, turning into buzzing sounds in Chen Zhu's ears, loudly and powerfully waking him up from his lethargy.

"Yang Yi," Xu Lanting turned around and took a deep look at Yang Yi, "If...help me take care of my mother."

"Get out!" Yang Yihong said, "You come back alive for me."

Xu Lanting was silent and smiled at him.

Then, amidst the roar, the man grabbed the rope ladder without hesitation.

Xu Lanting's figure shook violently in the wind and rain.

In the majestic mountains and rivers, he is like a small moth, struggling in the torrent, rushing towards his own cluster of flames.

Severe pain crawled up Chen Zhu's nerves belatedly, he struggled to open his eyes, and in front of him was the turbid and yellow sewage.

The sewage was still accumulating, a little bit covering Chen Zhu's chin and the corners of his mouth.

Chen Zhu raised his head, and found that he was trapped in a narrow triangle area, his limbs were tightly trapped by the sand, but fortunately, except for his right leg being pressed by the beam, there were no other serious injuries.

But the torrential rain continued, and Chen Zhu didn't know how long he was trapped, nor how long he could last.

He looked at the waterline getting higher and higher, and raised his head vigorously.

can't sleep, can't sleep...

Chen Zhu bit the tip of his tongue tightly, maintaining his final sobriety.

Under the ravages of the storm, the beams above the head seemed to be showing signs of collapsing.

Chen Zhu could feel the weight on his back getting heavier, and even breathing became difficult.

No... Chen Zhu raised his head stubbornly, he was unwilling to just be buried in the ruins like this.

He was not willing to accept his fate like this.

The seedlings cultivated in the laboratory have not yet germinated, the research in the mountain area has not been completed, and the agricultural products that have come out of the mountains have not yet opened the market.

On this land, there are still places shrouded in barren haze; there are still many children who have never seen the world beyond the mountains; there are too many people who are hungry and sleep in the open.

Not reconciled, I am not reconciled!Chen Zhu gritted his teeth, staying awake amidst the smell of blood.

In the wind and rain, the trapped people stubbornly resisted the natural disaster with their lonely courage.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Zhu choked for the first time.

The sewage had climbed up to the tip of his nose, and the already thin air became less and less.

Due to the lack of oxygen, Chen Zhu's vision began to become blurred, and the continuous sound of rain could be heard in his ears, drop by drop, hitting his crumbling consciousness.

He knew he couldn't bow his head, but his consciousness was as thin as a cicada's wing, and just a few drops of rain could push him into the abyss.

No... Before Chen Zhu fell into a coma, he seemed to have seen the stern and heartbroken expression of his grandfather, the hope in the eyes of the old professor, and the disappointment in the eyes of many people.

And those beautiful fox eyes, narrowed slightly, looking towards him.

The man's voice seemed to come from outside, vague and ethereal.

"Chen Zhu, Chen Zhu!"

Chen Zhu opened his eyes in a daze, and he saw a pair of bloody hands struggling to support the beam above his head.

He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and he barely opened his rain-drenched eyes, the man's embarrassed face and his blood-stained hands were reflected in the sour eyes.

Chen Zhu's face was held up by the man, and his lips were pried open by the man amidst the wind and rain.

Xu Lanting pressed against his lips and slowly poured air into his chest cavity.

As the first breath of air was poured into his lungs, Chen Zhu coughed violently, vomiting out the turbid water accumulated in his lungs one by one.

"Azhu, brother is here." The man held Chen Zhu's muddy face and kissed his forehead like a treasure, "Don't be afraid."

"Ah Zhu, I'm sorry." Chen Zhu heard the man's calm voice, "Baby, my brother will take you home."

There was a strange loud noise from the beams, and the sand flowed with it.

In the midst of danger, Chen Zhu vaguely saw Xu Lanting supporting the slowly collapsing beam with his shoulders, pushing away the mud and sand pressing on him with both hands.

The man pushed away the sand that bound his limbs. Xu Lanting gritted his teeth and dug Chen Zhu out of the sand with his bare hands.

Whenever Chen Zhu wanted to close his eyes, Xu Lanting leaned over and kissed his eyelids, telling him over and over again, "Azhu, don't sleep."

The wind and rain were turbulent, and Xu Lanting propped up a world for him with his shoulders.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Zhu felt the weight on his body gradually disappear.

Xu Lanting carefully hugged him in his arms, tore off his shirt, and bandaged Chen Zhu's injured leg.

Perhaps it was the pain that seized Chen Zhu's defense, and he cried out in pain.

"pain…"

Xu Lanting gritted his teeth and moved his hands more quickly.

"Hey, it'll be fine soon." The man's voice trembled imperceptibly, and even his breathing became heavy.

Chen Zhu struggled painfully, blood was already bitten on his lips.

The man pinched his chin, not allowing him to bite himself.

"It hurts, it hurts..." In a daze, Chen Zhu seemed to have turned back into that young and helpless child, crying out for pain in despair and helplessness.

"No, it hurts." Chen Zhu grabbed Xu Lanting's clothes tightly, his face pale.

"Azhu—" Xu Lanting hugged him tightly in vain, his heart ached so hard to breathe, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Xu Lanting refused to let Chen Zhu bite his lip again. In the confusion, Chen Zhu bit the palm that Xu Lanting handed over. He quickly tasted the bloody smell, because Xu Lanting's hand was also bloody.

In the pain, the cold rain on Chen Zhu's face was covered by the man, but he could still feel the drops of water falling on his face.

The water drops were slightly warm, and slid down Chen Zhu's cheek drop by drop.

"Hey, I'll take you home." The man trembled and hugged Chen Zhu.

In the torrential rain, Chen Zhu was wrapped in a large and warm coat.

The wind and rain were sheltered, and Chen Zhu fell into the long-lost warmth.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Xu Lanting hugged Chen Zhu tightly through his clothes, "Brother will take you home."

"Azhu, I'm sorry."

In the sound of wind and rain, Chen Zhu seemed to hear Xu Lanting's suppressed crying.