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The sound of sand sliding down through a crevice.

This caused Duan Ang to dare not move even more, he was worried that the cab might not be able to support the soil above at any time, and if more sand and soil flowed in, his living space would be even more precarious.

Now, several minutes have passed since the earthquake.

Duan Ang still maintained a kneeling posture.

Just now he tried to move his body slightly, and a lot of sand slipped in, which made him not dare to try it easily.

With the slow passage of time.

Soon Duan Ang felt that his breathing was inadequate, and the air in it was getting thinner and thinner.

He wasn't sure if it was a posture problem or if the air was really thinning, and for these reasons he kept suppressing the emotions in his heart, trying to calm and calm himself as much as possible.

Because a lot of emotional ups and downs are sure to waste more air, he always breathes carefully.

I don't know how many minutes passed.

Duan Ang felt that it was more difficult to breathe.

He had to adjust his posture.

Now there is almost nowhere for his feet to move, and the only thing that can move is his body.

You can choose to compress it downwards to test whether the roof will continue to sink, or you can arch upward, but the risk is very large, and it may lead to a large collapse of the soil layer, so for the sake of insurance, he still chooses to compress his body.

His body must not have played a supporting role, because the soil layer above is very heavy, and it is impossible for him to support anything as a mere mortal, but he is also very likely to carry the role of "last straw", and a slight movement is likely to cause a violent collapse, so his movements are very slight.

Tempted little by little, the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

Call...... Call......

Duan Ang's breathing became more and more rapid and heavier.

In the dead silence of the earth, so much so that he could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and even the sound of water in his stomach.

"Click."

Duan Ang just moved, and the car suddenly made a muffled sound.

Duan Ang immediately stopped, not daring to move again.

When it was quiet, he could hear the faint sand of the ruined city around him, and in the darkness, he couldn't see anything, so his hearing was more acute, but he couldn't tell the direction very well.

Half a day.

The sound of the sand flowing has become smaller.

I think his movement just now caused a new gap, and now the gap may have been filled.

Feeling that breathing was getting harder and harder, Duan Ang began to compress his body again, trying to move in order to relax his chest.

Finally, his posture changed from kneeling to lying on his side and curling up, and after his chest was freed, he gasped for breath, and the extremely earthy air rushed into his mouth and nose, which seemed to be mixed with some bloody smell.

Duan Ang didn't think much about it at first, thinking that it was the blood of his colleague Cao Chengjia, but after a while, he felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and he felt that he wanted to sleep.

He quickly took off his hard hat, and after feeling a lot more comfortable, he suddenly remembered something, and then stretched out his hand to touch his back.

There was a lot of sweat mixture, and there was a sharp pain in his back all the time, which he had always thought was caused by the soreness on the roof of the car, and now he realized that there was a wound there that was unknown how deep it was, and it had been bleeding.

There was a pang of despair in my heart, and my consciousness seemed to be getting more and more grossy.

Duan Ang quickly took off his overalls jacket, and then pricked himself with great difficulty, not knowing if the bleeding had stopped, because after doing this, he was already very dazed.

He wasn't sure if it was because of thin air, or if it was a sign of excessive blood loss, or both, he just knew he was running out of time.

In the dark, he was like a blind man, unwilling in his heart, desperate, fearful, and forced these to calm himself, Duan Ang didn't know how to save himself.

Waiting to die.

If he died, what would Ye Jia do.

They had just lost a child, and both were still in a state of desperate grief.

Although Ye Jia seems to be much more open-minded than him and seems to have accepted a new identity and a new life, he knows that Ye Jia is a person who is strong on the outside and sensitive on the inside.

She just used a disguise to temporarily escape the pain in her heart, so Duan Ang was always more painful and uncomfortable, if he was more cautious and attentive at that time, and didn't forget to open the door for them, Xiao Yuan wouldn't have died.

These days, he always sleepless at night thinking about the events of that day, everything is vivid and unforgettable.

He blamed himself, if he had taken Xiaoyuan to the hospital earlier, would it have been a different ending.

But everything is a foregone conclusion, even if he dies now to atone for Xiao Yuan's sins, what will Ye Jia do.

Duan Ang closed his eyes uncomfortably, his breathing became more difficult, his consciousness became more and more sluggish, and he felt that if he passed out like this, he might never wake up again.

So you can't be unconscious......

Must live......

He couldn't leave Ye Jia alone.

If he died, she would have despaired, and maybe go insane.

Duan Ang didn't dare to imagine how Ye Jia, who had suffered such a blow, would live, so he kept telling himself not to die, not to die, but his head was getting more and more dizzy, his breathing was even weaker, and the air was too thin......

No way......

Suddenly, Duan Ang opened his eyes and looked at the roof of the car in the impermeable darkness.

Both left and right are dead, so it's better to fight.

Thinking of this, Duan Ang raised one foot and kicked it towards the windshield that had been cracked but not completely broken with all his strength.

At the same time, protect your hands on your head to prevent complete suffocation.

However, all the strength he imagined was only a soft kick after using it, just like the feeling of not being able to summon his strength after drinking, Duan Ang was suddenly full of despair.

Pedaling ......

One more kick, two feet, and then Duan Ang felt that his feet couldn't even be lifted.

He ran out of energy.

No way......

Absolutely not......

Since he didn't have the strength, Duan Ang used the guidance of his body and the back of the seat to stretch his feet out vigorously.

But the windshield was stronger than he had imagined, and he didn't push it all open, with all his might.

He felt that his will was weakened to the extreme, and he straightened into a state of half-dreaming, in which he kicked open the glass to gain a large amount of air, and it was not long before he was rescued.

Then he suddenly regained consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying in place, and that sudden feeling filled him with despair and collapse, and his consciousness and emotions collapsed at this moment, faster than he had imagined.

Then the experience of the first half of his life flickered as quickly as a flower in his mind, it turned out that before people die, do they really look back on their lives......