Under the blue sky, lead clouds shrouded down like a curtain.

People felt the occasional tremor of the ground beneath their feet, and the ruined city was in ruins, and they dragged it feebly to the open field, for they did not know if a shelter against the cold wind would become their own burial place while bringing them warmth.

In this case, any good quality will become a luxury, and people will fight for a steamed bun that they once disdained, and fight for a bottle of clean water.

It's the fifth day since the earthquake, and rescue has not yet come due to landslides, traffic paralysis and other factors, and it is clear that this has become a moral forbidden area, and you can't expect people to do better, because saints can't erase the human thirst for life.

Ten meters underground, "he" opened his eyes, and after his eyes were a little more comfortable, he turned his head to look at his makeshift support point, which had begun to shift and collapse slightly from the last aftershock.

He silently cleared the gravel on his right, propped up the iron frame bed steel pipe that he had sacrificed his life from below under the precarious support frame, and when he was done, he moved his ass and carefully sat on the inside of the ledge.

He pretended not to hear the sound of the rocks sliding below, and leaned against the stone wall to huddle himself into a ball to resist the pervasive cold, the falling stones rumbling in the huge cavity below, and he covered his ears from the desperate howls that seemed to come from the abyss as the ground sank.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, but his stomach started to twitch again, he knew it was time to act, "three days ago" he climbed down the rock wall with extreme hunger, he found a few packets of glucose injection, these things only kept him up for two days after the exhaustion of climbing the rock wall, he still had to wait for rescue, he didn't want to die yet, so he had to dance with the Grim Reaper again. Follow the rock wall that could collapse at any time and return to the hospital that has been buried deep underground.

He shuddered and crawled downward, although his natural memory ability allowed him to remember all the landing points, but in the dark he could not guarantee that every landing point was so strong, and the terrain here was constantly changing due to the earthquake.

An accident can also be said to be inevitable, the stone he landed on loosened, and his whole body slid downward, and the splash of rubble hit his face, leaving scars.

He desperately grabbed the stone wall with both hands, the nails of both hands flew up, and his fingers were connected to his heart, and the feeling of pain in his heart made him want to shout, but he didn't dare to make a sound...

He was afraid of the loud reverberations of his voice in the hollow. The rocks above were scattered and rained down on his head and body, and he felt a stream of heat run down his forehead into his left eye, which was stinging like never before.

The congenitally blind left eye made an irreparable mistake, the hand he had just grasped inadvertently let go, and when he went to grasp something that could slow him down, his speed was already very fast, even though the phalanges had bent at an incredible angle, but fortunately he still grabbed the straw that saved his life.

He fell a little slower, close to the ground, still fast but he didn't die, though his head hit the ground, and unfortunately a sharp iron nail was waiting there, and it was stuck in his skull.

He gasped for breath, carefully turning the nail and pulling it out, feeling his mind suddenly clouded but clear, unprecedentedly clear. However, reality could not make him think about it, and a loud rumbling sound sounded above his head, and he rolled forward in embarrassment, avoiding the falling rubble above. He looked at the falling stones and the iron pipes in between, even if he couldn't see him, and knew that the place where he had been living for four days was gone.

He scrambled to his feet, not caring about the hunger in his belly, or the pain of his heart from the injury he had suffered before his adrenaline had waned.

Sitting on the pile of rubble, hoping to dispel some of the fear from the rear, but the fear will not be dissipated by such a simple action, and the underground after the aftermath dissipates is like a ghost, and without geographical isolation, he feels that the corpses on the ground are looking at him, as if questioning, as if cursing.

He wanted to sing a song to encourage himself, just like the beautiful figure he had been longing for, but he made a whining sound from his mouth, like a ghost crying in this environment, and then remembered that he was just being regarded as a convenient source of lungs and kidneys by that person, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

He looked again at the many corpses on the ground that had turned into incubators for flies, and his stomach churned, but nothing came out.

He walked deeper into the hospital, he walked down the crumbling wall into the hospital, and saw the scene of corpses piled up all over the field, among these people were doctors, nurses, and patients, who had been kind to him in the past, and the guilt and uneasiness resurfaced, and he stopped looking at the corpses, and no longer looked at the eyes that had lost their pupils.

He turned his head and saw the poster he put up with his attending doctor to celebrate that person's song breaking into the gold song chart, feeling that there was something missing in his body, and he felt his pathetic again, a fool, a born retarded, what can he ask of others even if he tries hard?

The left side of his brain was oppressed by a tumor brought out of his mother's womb, and his parents abandoned him because he was not healthy.

His first name was taken by the little girl who was hospitalized with him, he liked the little girl very much, because the doctor once said that because his brain was not completely shaped at birth, it was possible to recover, so he persevered in exercising, studied hard and finally made himself have the ability to think like an ordinary person, but the distance from that person is getting farther and farther away, the little girl has become a star, and he is a fool in the orphanage.

Some time ago, the little girl was in a car accident due to her father's drunk driving, and her lungs and kidneys were damaged.

He wanted to live, he wanted to witness his end, he didn't believe it could be worse afterward, he hobbled into one ward after another, picked up everything he could eat and stuffed it into his mouth, especially luckily, he also picked up a flashlight, after he had packed everything he needed. With nowhere else to go, he finally decided to remember his attending doctor.

Now that even if I climb up, I have no shelter, and it seems that I will eventually decay along with the corpses on the ground...

He pushed open the twisted door with his flashlight, the once warmly decorated office was gone, the crumbling ceiling with steel bars and scattered wires stacked on the floor, he slowly approached the man's desk with his flashlight, and he saw the doctor crushed under the rubble, blood dried into a black mark.

He hurried forward, touched the side of her neck, there was no pulse, he felt his breath being choked, he saw that the doctor's once beautiful hair had been clattered with blood and stuck to his pale face, and he couldn't control his tears from pouring out.

"Drop....learn...."

“...... Comprehensive ........"

"Symptom....Observation..."

"20....June ....."

He was startled, and looked in the direction from which the voice had come to see something playing in the corner, which he recognized as the one the doctor had recorded talking to him.

He approached the place, picked up the machine, opened the card slot, and saw that the tape was written on the front of the tape, June 24, and on the reverse side, June 25, the day of the earthquake.

Seeing that the power of the tape recorder was still abundant, he pressed the play button.

"At 18:00 on the morning of June 24, I was inpatient for observation and recorded

Gu Yu, a patient undergoing cardiopulmonary surgery, had no postoperative adverse reactions

The wound on the lungs healed well, and the kidney surgery was flawless and there were no adverse effects

According to the CT scan, the patient's brain tumor is in danger of metastasis and spread, and he should be hospitalized for examination and tumor resection surgery as soon as possible.

Recorded by Han Yumeng"

He was about to switch the tape to listen to the last day's recording, only to find that the recording wasn't over.

"Prepare a birthday gift for Nan Nan today, and take Nan Nan to the amusement park tomorrow"

He was silent for a moment, flipping the tape and playing the recording of the 25th.

"At 3:43 a.m. on June 25, Gu Yu suddenly developed a high fever, accompanied by vomiting and convulsions, increased blood pressure, and suspected acute renal failure

At 6:44 a.m., he was on dialysis and his condition was temporarily stabilized

8:23 a.m. Surgery to resolve the blockage of blood flow to the kidneys

Recorded by Han Yumeng"

"I hope Nan Nan will forgive her mother for missing the appointment again, and she will definitely make up for a perfect birthday banquet tomorrow"

He felt that his heart had been hollowed out, Dr. Han died because of himself, if it weren't for himself, she wouldn't have come to the hospital on the day of the earthquake, it was he who dragged her down.

He ran out of the office in a frenzy with the tape recorder, and he decided to give it another try, either way.

As he ran to the ruins of the collapsed hospital, he saw a light, a light that had not existed before, perhaps the last aftershock that had knocked the rocks off it, and the light of the morning had shone down like a misguided day.

Renewed hope was refreshed in his heart, and he strapped the tape recorder to himself and began to climb upwards, all the while shouting loudly, crying for help, hoping that someone would notice him.

Of course it was just in vain, he knew that he couldn't die like this, she was going to find Dr. Han's daughter and give her her relics, he used his open nails to pick at the rock wall to approach the entrance of the cave, shouting, climbing like he had lived.

But fate was not destined to play a joke on him for just one time, the tremor of the earth reappeared, the surrounding rocks and rock walls fell according to gravity, he cried and climbed upwards, angry prayers, helpless curses could not stop the earthquake. Eventually, he climbed to a distance of three meters from the entrance of the cave.

But the rock wall, which was almost parallel to the entrance of the cave, deterred him, and he gritted his teeth, the tape recorder strapped to his body to give him a boost.

He bent his knees, recharged, jumped, grasped, and only caught a broken and falling rock, which was sarcastic, ridiculous... Just like his life, he pursued death, but after all, it was just a mirror and quicksand between his fingers.

He looked back at the abyss he had fallen, vaguely back to that heart-warming moment, at that moment he had longing and yearning in his heart, and now it was like back then, the girl smiled, but he was no longer moved, only endless coldness, emptiness, "Hehe... Is this what happens to relying on the light of others? Is it ridiculous that in the end I am always scattered like a mustard in a corner where no one cares? I—" he muttered as he looked at the brighter and brighter light of the sky, "It's really worthless for Dr. Han, to lose his life for a 'thing' like this..."gravity pulled his body into the deeper and deeper darkness, and at the intersection of light and darkness he roared in resignation, "Fuck you thief! Fuck your brain tumor! Fuck your longing! Fuck you... I'm !!."

The next moment a feeling as if a person was stuffed into a rubber tube hit, after a squeezing feeling, he fell into the light, he looked back at the ruins that used to be a hospital, felt that he had lost something, carefully recalled but did not feel anything abnormal, only a slight sense of loss lingered in his heart, he turned to the east to look, and saw the lead cloud in the sky covering the ruins on the ground, the ruins left on the ground were like the fingers and claws of the resentment to the sky, but with a sadness that could not be touched, a round of blood-like morning sun through the lead-gray morning glow covered, like embers poured out of the coal furnace, gasping for a feeble scorching。

It wasn't beautiful, the cold wind of the morning swept past him with dust swirling, bleak and cold, but even so he knew that he would not forget this ashy dawn even years later!