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I was thinking about how I came in, it was thrown from above.

I stood up and looked at the ceiling for a long time, but found the source of faint light. I couldn't see anything else.

I found a serious problem that I started to have no idea of ​​time.

And I'm hungry very fast, when I'm hungry, I pick up the iron fists on the ground and drink.

And I didn't actually excrete, maybe the soup can only sustain my life.

Sometimes even the house will shake slightly, I think it should be an earthquake-prone area.

But I seem to have no way to pass the news I got.

Just wait for the iron bowl to be filled, and then drink it.

But I can be thankful that this soup cannot feed me at all, and I seem to be getting thinner.

I am looking forward, waiting for me to slim down to a sufficient size.

Then crawling out of the hole, I even think about where the other end of the hole is.

I hope and expect where is the export, because I have no other way out.

My habit started to become monotonous, and only sleep and soup for a while.

The memory of the fragments in my mind is getting less and less.

I could soberly see that the words on my signed contract began to blur, and I forgot whether I was holding a pen to sign or seal it.

In another memory, the children's faces are gone.

Even the appearance of the horse he drew has been forgotten.

While all other memories seemed to disappear, I began to resent the person who brought me to this place.

I can't wait to smash him to pieces, what hatred do I have with him?

He will keep me here, torture me like this?

Because of the loss of time, I do n’t know how long it has passed.

But I seem to feel that my body is getting closer to the size of the hole.

But the body is getting weaker and weaker, because too much sleep is even difficult to move.

I started a simple exercise.

Because I'm afraid if I don't have enough physical strength, I can't climb out of the hole at all.

My hands were already weak, and I was shaking hard.

I started jogging and started practicing fist against the wall.

I persisted at least a few times and I was at least able to move.

But the memory almost disappeared, and even forgot his name.

But I didn't seem to remember my name from beginning to end. At this time, I only had the idea of ​​escaping.

I started comparing the size of the hole with me from time to time, looking forward to escaping immediately when it was appropriate.

I remember I fell asleep, and a violent shaking woke me up.

The whole house began to tremble, and it seemed that a major earthquake had erupted.

Frustrated, I picked up my iron fist and drank a soup, threw the iron bowl aside.

Towards the cave, I plan to climb in, but it's almost a little bit.

With my shoulders squeezed hard into the hole, I suffocated and drilled into it.

The hole is extremely narrow, and I can't even move inside.

I started wriggling a little hard, trying to squeeze myself into it.

I seem to be stuck, but I never thought of going back.

I am really bored, and freedom comes to mind.

Appeared in the heart, even on the body.

The shock does not seem to stop, is it going to collapse?

I started to crawl forward more arduously, although every step was a torment.

I have a hint of regret, maybe it will be smoother if I stay for a while.

But there is no regret medicine.

There was a subtle sound in my ear, very light and fine.

It's as if you are wearing earplugs, and the person calling you comes from a few walls outside.

I began to calm down and listen.

Listen very quietly. . .

"Relax, don't be nervous."

"Take a deep breath and relax."

"Quick, coming out soon."

. . . . . .

Is someone motivating me? It should be my heart that inspires me.

I started to crawl forward with difficulty, but found that my strength was getting smaller and smaller.

My body is getting heavier, and I seem to be going back to drink a soup in an iron bowl.

The voice came again, and I began to make sure that the owner of the voice was not me.

"No, let's cut it apart."

"Premature birth, the pregnant woman was originally the amniotic fluid that fell down. Let your loved ones sign, here is ready.

"You can't help it anymore. Let's do it."

. . .

I feel long enough, but very peaceful.

It's as if a person who has been in the sea for a long time swims to the land.

It was as if the adventurous adventurer had returned to the city.

The light began to shine on my body, and I realized that I never opened my eyes.

I can feel a huge pair of hands grabbing me and start pulling me.

Draw me out of the closed room.

I was picked up and I felt someone pounding on my back.

I started crying, crying out loud.

I finally escaped.

"Congratulations, Liujinsanliang is a boy."

It is indeed congratulations.

. . . . . .

Years later, I began to forget this memory.

Because more new things are waiting for me to learn and remember.

By the way, my dad is a successful businessman.

And my mother is an elementary school art teacher.

but me? Still a child.

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