I don't have to experience it personally. I just have to imagine Zhao Yingjun's situation at that time, and I break out in cold sweat. Such a big man was squeezed into a very narrow space and survived for two months.
Zhao Yingjun was not desperate at that time. He thought he still had some food, and kept thinking of a way. But until the end, he could not think of a way to escape, and he did not have the courage to take a step forward. When he really wanted to put everything aside and fight,
At that time, the body was already weak due to the shortage of food and drinking water.
"You couldn't get out, so how did you get out in the end?"
Zhao Yingjun didn't know this. His last coma was due to hunger. When Jin Ping Mei's people went down to find him, he was outside the shady scene.
His experience was like this. After thinking about it countless times, he couldn't think of anything. Zhao Yingjun was completely frightened by this experience, so after he was rescued, he completely gave up the idea of entering the black hole again. Good luck cannot always be there
Yes, some people may always be lucky throughout their lives, but as long as they are unlucky once, they will lose their lives.
"Jin Ping Mei didn't send any more people down?"
"No, he knew he would die if he went down, but he wouldn't have done that unless things were so desperate." Zhao Yingjun touched his chin and said, "However, the guy named Lao Fang woke up after a few minutes of coma.
I left a few words."
"Lao Fang?" I suddenly remembered that it was the man named Lao Fang who worked for Jin Pingmei. He saw the thing in my eyes for the first time, so I was very impressed by him: "Holy crap, has he ever woken up? Jin Pingmei is still alive?"
Pretending to know nothing."
"How could he tell you the whole thing at that time without touching your background? Do you think he is stupid?"
Lao Fang also went into a black hole. When he was dragged back, he said the same thing as Zhao Yingjun when he was in a coma when he first returned, saying: "Slow down, wait for me."
In the few minutes he woke up, he had a rare moment of clarity. It was what he said at this moment that caused Jin Pingmei and Zhao Yingjun's thinking to change again.
"After Lao Fang entered the underground tunnel, he also saw a person who was exactly the same as him." Zhao Yingjun said: "He chased after him and asked who the person was, but the other person only said one sentence to him."
"What words?"
"Children in front."
"Children in front?" I was immediately stunned. What kind of sentence was this? It was very confusing.
"You don't understand Lao Fang's situation." In order to save power, Zhao Yingjun simply turned off the flashlight and said to me: "This is an old guy, Cong Wei... No, he has been here since his father-in-law Jin Ping Mei.
.”
Among Jin Pingmei's men, Lao Fang was considered a very honest one and very obedient. This man's life was not very good. He only had a son in his thirties, but he lost his son when he was three years old. Lao Fang
He has been working on this matter for more than half a year, looking everywhere but not finding it. This is his heartache, or in other words, it is the biggest regret and pain in his life.
However, this old man only woke up once. When he woke up again, he was already on the verge of death and could not tell more detailed details.
Precisely because what Zhao Yingjun and Lao Fang experienced in the underground tunnel were not exactly the same, Jin Pingmei had to think twice. However, he is not the kind of leader who takes human life lightly. In some cases, in order to save the lives of his subordinates
, would rather not do it. He did not send people to quietly enter the underground tunnel of Xihaihe River. With Xihaihe River being taken over again, this matter was equivalent to a mark.
"Lao Fang stayed in there for a much shorter time than you. Why can't he survive when he comes out?" I leaned on a rock and said, "Are you stronger than him?"
"I can't say that I am stronger than him. I can only say that I have experienced some things that he has not experienced, so I can live longer than others under special circumstances." Zhao Yingjun sat next to me and sighed softly.
, said: "Actually, there are some things that I wanted to tell you before we set off, but I thought you were someone who had experienced some things, so I didn't say them."
"Whatever you want to say, you can just say it." I thought Zhao Yingjun wanted to say something about my dad like Chen Yu and others. I am quite sensitive about this topic, but I really want to know.
However, Zhao Yingjun did not mention this. He continued: "People who do what we do must first establish a belief, or point of view, for themselves. No matter what happens to you, you must believe that it exists. If you don't believe it at all,
, will cause great misunderstandings in your logical thinking, which will lead to a series of subsequent action errors."
"What do you believe in? For example...the ghost you mentioned?"
At this time, Zhao Yingjun suddenly turned on the flashlight and placed it between the two of us. He asked me to stare at his face and take a good look. This move shocked me.
"You may not be able to see the difference between me and ordinary people." Zhao Yingjun slowly turned the flashlight and said, "If I told you that I am a person who died once, would you believe it?"
"Holy crap! Are you kidding me?" I suddenly felt that the temperature around me was much colder. It was like a plot in many horror movies. The protagonist found his lost partner, walked with him for a while, and suddenly discovered that his partner was actually dead.
Already.
"Don't be afraid, I'm telling the truth." Zhao Yingjun patted me and told me not to be nervous: "Just because of my experience, I am much more sensitive to the smell of death than most people. Again,
You listen to these as stories, forget them after you have heard them, and don’t tell them to anyone else.”
Zhao Yingjun's life experience is very pitiful. He was an orphan in the Tangshan earthquake. When he grew up, he heard people say more than once that his life was hard, but it was true. During that huge disaster, he and his parents lived in
In the same house, but his parents died, Zhao Yingjun, who was only three or four years old, survived.
There were many orphans in the earthquake. During the post-disaster rescue period, these orphans were concentrated in several temporary rescue stations. Maybe Zhao Yingjun had been smart since he was a child, so a rescue worker from another province in the rescue station took a fancy to him. After the disaster relief,
After that, I wanted to adopt him. The adoption procedures at that time were very simple, and there were too many orphans. This man was from Jiangsu, and he took Zhao Yingjun with him when he returned to the province. What was unexpected was that his wife firmly refused to adopt the orphans, and he had no choice but to do so.
Then, the person who adopted Zhao Yingjun abandoned him.
"At that time, I didn't understand anything, I didn't know anything, and I didn't know anyone." Zhao Yingjun smiled. When everyone recalls their childhood, they may have various expressions and eyes. I can't explain clearly.
What was Zhao Yingjun's expression like? However, it must have been a sad time.
To describe Zhao Yingjun in our words, he was a relatively solid child since he was a child. At such a young age, he didn't cry when he was abandoned. He just walked along the road alone. Later, he lived in a place called Jiajiang near Nanjing.
Someone took him in.
The person who took him in was an old monk. He was a very different kind of old monk. He kept his hair long and ate meat, but he usually offered Buddha statues and meditated and chanted sutras from time to time. He had no purpose in adopting Zhao Yingjun, he just looked at the child to pity him.
In a sense, this old monk is actually Zhao Yingjun's adoptive father, but he does not have a formal title.
The old monk was very kind and never took care of Zhao Yingjun. He could collect firewood if he wanted to, and he could pick fruits if he wanted to. In short, he could do whatever he wanted. Zhao Yingjun grew up in that kind of environment, and his temperament was very wild. He said that he
When I was a child, I had a companion. The children from a family down the mountain often came to the old monk, and the old monk taught them some things. In fact, for a child, although he has lost his parents, such a life is still good.
Probably when Zhao Yingjun was fifteen years old, he and his companions ran up the mountain to catch birds. They lost their footing and slipped down a small slope at least twenty meters high.
Zhao Yingjun was holding on to a small tree. He was stopped by the tree and fell to the bottom of the slope. At that time, he had no consciousness. He didn't know how he was rescued by the old monk.
"That time, I was actually thrown to death."
Zhao Yingjun didn't know what happened after he was rescued. The old monk didn't say much afterward. His friend told him bit by bit. Indeed, as Zhao Yingjun said, he fell to the bottom of the slope and waited for his friend.
I went back and called the old monk, and when I found Zhao Yingjun again, he was no longer breathing.
Until now, when talking about this, Zhao Yingjun always thought that it was an incomprehensible strange thing. He was not breathing at the bottom of the slope. After the old monk carried him back, his body was completely cold and stiff. If it were in the village at the foot of the mountain,
When encountering such a thing, the family immediately started preparing for the funeral. However, the old monk let him go for three days. During those three days, Zhao Yingjun showed no signs of life and lay in the house like a corpse.
No matter who saw him at that time, they would think of him as a corpse.
But Zhao Yingjun didn't think so. In those three days, outsiders' views of him and his own feelings were completely different. Zhao Yingjun didn't feel that he was dead. He was like a sleepy person, in a state of chaos.
After sleeping for three days, he even saw some dreams that ordinary people could never see.
However, it may be a bit inaccurate to say that it is a dream, but Zhao Yingjun can't find any other more suitable adjective.
When I heard it, I felt that this was a new version of Liaozhai, but my own experience has made me understand that there are too many things in this world that cannot be explained. I cannot deny Zhao Yingjun's words just because I can't understand them.
"What did you see in those dreams?"
"When I lowered my head, I could see myself lying on the bed in the house, and I could see the master sitting beside the bed. I called him, but he couldn't hear me." Zhao Yingjun said, "Follow me, I walked outside the house, and a familiar scene appeared before me.
Everything changed the moment I walked out of the house, there was a white light everywhere, and I saw a lot of dandelions."