Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 1 Li Zheng's Past

black.

It was pitch black.

Open your eyes and still can't see anything.

This is a small utility room, so small that it can only accommodate one person, and it is a little difficult to even turn around.

Li Zheng has been here for about 10 minutes.That strong sense of discomfort hit Li Zheng from all directions like a tide, and the thick darkness seemed to bring him back to the boundless silence after the earthquake in Qingshan Town seven years ago.

"Son, you have to remember... Mom will always love you..."

In the darkness, mother's gentle voice came from another world.

Li Zheng was trembling all over, tears could not stop sliding down his cheeks.

"Son, you have to be strong and live strong..."

Those were the last words my mother left behind.

Li Zheng clenched his teeth and heard a rattling sound.

This is the most painful picture in his memory.

That year, Li Zheng was trapped under the rubble for four days and four nights.

Relying on the remaining water in a deformed rice cooker beside him, he survived miraculously until he was rescued.

The whole family was eating when the accident happened, and the disaster came without warning.

At the time of the crisis, the parents supported the two ends of the dining table with each other, and used their own lives to prop up a small living area for Li Zheng in the ruins.

Since that day, Li Zheng has lived a heavier life than many people.

His life was exchanged from the God of Death with the lives of his parents, and his body will always bear the lives of his parents.

Four days later, the dazed Li Zheng finally heard footsteps on the ruins, and even heard someone talking.

Excitedly, he yelled towards the corner with the last bit of strength: "Mom...Dad...someone is coming..."

There was no response from the darkness, only death-like silence.

The cruel fact is in front of us, the parents have already left...

He wanted to cry very much, but he didn't even have the strength to cry, he could only sob in his throat.

Maybe God couldn't stand it anymore, and finally gave him a glimmer of life.

Li Zheng's weak crying attracted the attention of rescuers.

"There's someone down here!"

Someone yelled from the ruins, and people from all directions gathered quickly.

That day, dozens of people spent more than half a day digging uninterruptedly, and the five-story old building collapsed with hundreds of tons of cement and steel bars.

The structure of the ruins formed after the collapse is very unstable. If you are not careful, it will cause a secondary accident and the rescue will fall short. Therefore, heavy machinery cannot be used, and only manual excavation can be used.

time is life.

Life is an order!

dig!
The dozens of soldiers on the ruins did what they said they would do!

shovel.

Iron brazing.

even hands...

From morning to afternoon, more than 20 tons of cement and steel bars were removed, and Li Zheng who was trapped was finally seen.

Li Zheng, who had been struggling in the dark for four days, felt that the whole world was so dazzling, and subconsciously blocked his eyes with his hands.

Through his fingers, he vaguely saw several figures in camouflage uniforms, who were excitedly turning their heads and yelling at people not far away: "The child is still alive! He's still alive!"

It turned out to be the People's Liberation Army.

Saved!
Li Zheng finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

……

Scenes from that year flashed through my mind.

In the utility room, Li Zheng's breathing became more and more rapid.

He began to hallucinate that the four walls came to life, pressing against him from different directions, trying to crush himself into a meat paste.

After the earthquake, Li Zheng felt restless even when taking the elevator, and had a strong desire to escape.

A psychiatrist diagnoses this as "claustrophobia", which is a kind of psychological illness, which belongs to a kind of psychological stress trauma caused by being injured in a specific environment.

There is no specific medicine for this disease. I can only take some anti-anxiety drugs orally, and use some psychological and behavioral training to slowly get out of the shadows.

Over the years, Li Zheng has been fighting against this psychological barrier. He feels like a trapped warrior who must break the shackles that bind his soul by himself.

Systematic desensitization, shock therapy, exposure therapy, cognitive therapy...

As long as it helps the condition, he will try it.

"I can……"

He took a deep breath, trying to drive the hallucinations out of his mind, then raised his wrist with difficulty, and the watch screen lit up.

The numbers on the timer are beating, and 51 minutes have passed.

The previous record was 40 minutes, and this time he broke his own record.

The doctor told him that as long as he can stay in a small and dark closed environment for an hour without collapsing, then he is considered successful in desensitization.

Just need to hold on for another 9 minutes...

Li Zheng opened his mouth like a drowning person, taking a few gulps of air.

He slowly let himself relax, slowly leaning against the wall, a picture of that year emerged in his mind——

Li Zheng, who had just recovered from a serious illness, stood by the side of the road, and military vehicles full of soldiers drove past the road in front of him. He slowly raised the cards in his hand.

On it was pasted white paper, and a line of thick italic characters was written with a red marker pen - when I grow up, I want to be a soldier too!
　I, Hu Hansan, are back!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)