(MTL) The Little Deaf Man decided to be Spoiled

48 [slightly edited]

    Ji Ruan held his breath, moved closer to Cheng Zizhang, and smiled bitterly.

    He roughly took a look at Cheng Zizhang's body, except for a few scratches on his cheeks, there was no other trauma, and it should just be that he hasn't recovered from it now.

    He breathed a sigh of relief, it was lucky that he was not injured in this situation, at least he could hold on for a while longer until rescue came, but it would be much more difficult if he was injured anywhere.

    The light here is very dark, Cheng Zizhang's lips are still moving and he is talking to Ji Ruan, Ji Ruan tugs on her sleeve, points to his ear and shakes his head.

    "I lost my external machine , I can't hear clearly, don't talk and keep your strength..."

    He said this sentence very slowly, because he couldn't hear clearly, he had to correct his pronunciation word by word, but his voice was still not pleasant.

    Cheng Zizhang was surprised for a moment, as if she was stunned. After a while, the corners of her mouth moved, but her eyes slowly turned red.

    Ji Ruan laughed again, shook his head and said softly: "It's really okay."

    His cheeks were dirty and his complexion was bad, but even so his eyes were shining, like the guiding stars in the dark valley, when he laughed Very well-behaved.

    Even if the little angel fell into the mire, he was still a little angel, desperately waving his wet wings stained with mud, and didn't want others to be sad for him.

    Cheng Zizhang's eyes became redder, and his heart throbbed with pain: "Little Ruan..."

    Ji Ruan was a little exhausted after speaking a few words, and it was a little difficult to breathe, and he seemed to be unable to breathe to the end.

    He slowly leaned back against the stone wall, not understanding why he was so tired.

    It's too cold here, the stones are cold, hard, wet and slippery, and I'm completely soaked, Ji Ruan always feels that with his current body temperature, there's no way he can survive until his clothes are completely dry and he will freeze to death.

    Suddenly he thought of something, opened his eyes abruptly, and took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, but he didn't have the strength in his hands, and the usually small mobile phone seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he pressed his wrist down heavily.

    He took a deep breath and turned on the screen, but it was not completely broken. Although the screen was smashed and the touch screen was not very sensitive, it seemed to be still usable.

    Ji Ruan seemed to see some hope, and turned to the dial button to ask for help, but later realized that there was no signal at all, and there was a small gray fork on the top signal grid, which coldly blocked all his connections with the outside world.

    Ji Ruan's blood, which had been warm for a few seconds, cooled down quickly.

    Pata—

    a small drop of water fell on the screen of the mobile phone and slid down through the cracks, Ji Ruan's fingertips paused.

    Papapapa—

    more and more water dripped down, hit the screen one after another, and then splashed between the fingertips.

    Where does the water come from?

    It's just that it's impossible for the surrounding rocks to drop so much suddenly.