Chapter two hundred and sixty-six tears of An Xiao
20:32.
In a coffin three meters underground.
Zhou Yang and Will Smith were wandering and struggling between life and death.
In just over ten minutes, they exhausted all methods...
Unfortunately they all failed.
Even if Zhou Yang touched the oxygen supply system again, although the camera was still running on the battery, the breathing port on the ground seemed to be blocked and was completely useless.
Despair permeated the two of them, and under the light of their mobile phones, both of them were relatively speechless.
Zhou Yang's body was blocked by the sand, and a wry smile appeared on his face. Is he really going to die here?
Despair, hope, turned into despair again...
This emotion made Will Smith feel like he was going crazy.
However, he was not struggling and yelling as hard as before. Instead, he calmed down a little and began to think of various ways to escape again.
Zhou Yang's mood suddenly became extremely depressed, and there was a hint of disappointment...
It seems like he is going to die here.
All right!
He is probably the most frustrated among the time travellers, right?
This thought came to his mind, and then he shook his head speechlessly. He felt very frustrated when he traveled through time. Finally, everything was on track, but this happened.
However, Zhou Yang had no regrets deep down in his heart.
What's the use of regret? No matter what decision you make, you have to bear it. Even if you really die here, you have nothing to feel bad about. Anyway, he is... alone.
Time passed little by little, and the feeling of hypoxia reappeared.
Individual figures appeared in Zhou Yang's mind like a fleeting glance, including his father who was once on the sick bed, himself running around in despair, and himself in the crematorium, staring blankly at his closest relatives.
Eventually it became a pile of ashes.
Maybe life and death are like this, just sooner or later...
"What kind of girl do you like?"
Song Yiyi's voice suddenly appeared in his ears. On New Year's Eve that day, Song Yiyi looked at him seriously.
And he answered seriously.
Now recalling it again, the figure of "An Xiao" suddenly froze in his mind, but it was not like, at least Zhou Yang felt that it was not like, it should be a regret.
Zhou Yang took out his SN brand mobile phone.
This phone was given to him by An Xiao after filming "Under the Mine", and Zhou Yang has been using it himself.
It's a pity that this mobile phone is famous for nothing, but its quality is very poor. It has no signal and doesn't have much power.
After hesitating for a while, he finally edited a text message and clicked send...
"Goodbye Mr. An."
"Thank you for taking care of me all these years!"
"I may, possibly, repay your kindness in my next life."
"I'm sorry that I didn't go to the end with you and see the prosperity of Chinese movies..."
After editing, he clicked send.
Although, he knew that this was destined to be a text message that could not be sent.
"boom!"
Just after clicking send, he felt the ground shake again, the whole earth was shaking, and the stone on the wall of the coffin next to him cracked and collapsed...
Under the vibration, his phone flew away, smashing the screen into pieces.
A big gash was made in his foot.
When the vibration stabilized, he heard bursts of excited sounds.
"We have a signal, we have a signal! Haha, we have a signal!"
Perhaps it was the explosion just now that completely destroyed the surrounding signal shielding equipment, and the signal appeared on all mobile phones in an instant.
Will Smith was like an excited child, he quickly dialed the police phone number...
However……
"Tell me the location, where are you!"
"In Baghdad."
“Where in Baghdad?”
"Baghdad Desert..."
"What are the specific coordinates?"
"The specific coordinates are..."
"..."
"I'm sorry, sir, can you make it clearer? I want to ask you for details. Can you stop breathing through your mouth? Breathe through your nose, not through your mouth..."
"..."
"You have to tell me clearly where you are...how can we save you if you don't tell us clearly where you are?"
"..."
"Sir, please make it clear. I don't think you have anything wrong with you. It's just a prank, right? Sir, I'm going to hang up the phone if you act like this!"
"..."
"Specific coordinates, you are in the desert, we need specific coordinates... Sir, not everyone can determine the location. You have to apply. Sir, if not, can you fill out a form first? Do you have an email address?"
"..."
"Are you Will Smith? Sir, please stop playing pranks. We are very busy. If you keep talking nonsense like this, I will sue you for defamation!"
Will Smith made the call with excitement, but soon, there came a series of angry voices on the phone.
The operator's call was full of arrogance and impatience. Even when Will Smith called for the second time, the other party even educated Will Smith very seriously.
Oxygen is becoming increasingly scarce.
Seeing Will Smith wrangling over there, Zhou Yang instantly remembered another phone call. He immediately took it out of his pocket. After taking out another note, he hurriedly took out another mobile phone and started making the call.
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"Goodbye Mr. An."
"Thank you for taking care of me all these years!"
"I may, possibly, repay your kindness in my next life."
"I'm sorry that I didn't go to the end with you and see the prosperity of Chinese movies..."
China.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
An Xiao's cell phone vibrated slightly.
She took out her phone and took a look.
Then, her cold expression turned pale, and she instantly stood up from her chair and dialed Zhou Yang's number repeatedly.
However, no matter how many times he called, Zhou Yang's cell phone was out of service.
An Xiao, who had always been very calm, felt her heart tremble and her eye circles turned red uncontrollably. She immediately dialed another number, but no one answered the other call.
She thought of all the possibilities and became more and more panicked. For the first time, she felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't breathe. Tears finally flowed out uncontrollably. She looked at the text messages repeatedly, anxious but unable to do anything.
She finally called her family. She had always been calm, but for the first time her voice was vibrating and urgent.
The midday sun shone on her beautiful face, which was full of helplessness, and the mobile phone in her hand was shaking constantly.
When her cell phone rang again, she answered the call immediately...
"Why did you answer the phone now?"
She rarely got angry and lost her composure for the first time. She was full of anger at the voice on the phone.
The other end of the phone remained silent, letting her blame him.
After she finished speaking, the other party finally replied with such a cold word: "I'm rushing over there... But don't hold out hope, he should be dead. Since he dares to come here to make a movie, he probably also You should be prepared to die...he was buried alive!"
An Xiao could hardly hold the phone.
Her anger rose again, and she felt that the words on the other end of the phone were very harsh, as if they were the most harsh words she had ever heard in her life!
After the other party hung up the phone, she took a long breath and forced herself to calm down. She knew that no matter what she did or said, she would be beyond her reach.
but……
Many disturbing images hit her mind over and over again.
She slumped on the chair, feeling weak all over, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
"fine!"
"It'll be okay!"
"It should be okay!"
"He has never experienced any hardships or dangers. How could something happen to him?"
In the past, she had never believed in self-comfort. She felt that these were all self-deception.
However, now she is deceiving herself.
Finally, she lowered her head and remained silent.
She knew that although the person on the other end of the phone spoke very frankly, it was impossible for him to lie.
Everyone has their own chosen path, and everyone has to pay a series of prices for the path they choose!
But!
he!
He seems to have never enjoyed a happy day, he has been trying to live for other people!
Tears filled An Xiao's eyes.
She held her cell phone and continued to call Zhou Yang.
I dialed again and again, and again and again it turned out that the number was not in the service area...
"Dongdong."
"Secretary An, the director's meeting report in mid-March..."
"go out!"
Zhang Jianguo originally pushed the door in with a smile on his face, but then he was startled when he heard a cold voice, and then he took a step back helplessly, with a slight sneer on his face: "You work first, you work first, I'm just asking, if there's nothing else, um, drink more hot water..."
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Rescue operations are ongoing.
The sky full of yellow sand covered the night.
Under the starry sky, several people were digging anxiously on the ground...
War reporters with ponytails recorded all this with cameras, and soldiers were also among them.
The night breeze blows...
Bursts of artillery fire rang out in the distance.
The war is over in the news, but in reality it continues every day.
"There's someone here!"
"coming……"
"stop!"
After digging for a while, the surrounding soil suddenly became loose.
Immediately afterwards, a pool of blood oozed out, and the soldier jumped down and peeled off the sand with his hands...
Then, he saw a pair of hands stretching out tremblingly from the sand.
Everyone present had expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces.
Still alive!
Then...
The soldier sped up, and not long after, he dug out the bloody man from the Flesh Mold Lake...
His whole body was stained with yellow sand, and his head was covered with clothes, but his body was twitching instinctively as he dug upwards desperately.
When he felt someone pulling him, his whole body trembled and he grabbed the soldier's hand tightly.
The cracked wound was so deep that the bones were visible, and the shocking sight made the pony-tailed war reporter stare straight in the eyes.
The man slowly crawled out...
The soldier lifted the clothes covering his face!
But I saw that this man was on the verge of coma, and was constantly panting, but his hands kept grabbing up over and over again, in the void, as if they would never stop...