I've recently fallen in love with One Piece. This is a YY experiment written on impulse, so please go easy on me~
In a burst of hot-blooded courage, I stopped a pickpocket from robbing someone on the street, only to get stabbed. When I woke up, I had become a baby, and I had a brother named Luffy. Huh? Isn't he the protagonist of One Piece? A brother with a sister complex is the best! Just when I thought I'd latched onto someone powerful and could live happily ever after under the protection of a guy who's crazy about women and a brother who's crazy about his sister, what? A heart condition? I won't live past twenty? Nooo~~
In short, it's a chronicle of the heroine's many trips to the doctor~
A frail body that needs looking after is a major moe point, a major moe point~
P.S. This is a long novel. The heroine grows up slowly, and a good chunk of it covers her childhood. Family bonds are the main focus~
This novel is heartwarming, indulgent, healing, and full of cuteness~ Feel free to jump in, there's absolutely no angst~
I'll do my best to keep everyone in the world a good person without making anyone act out of character~ Even the bad people have a past that made them bad~
To anyone reposting this without permission, please show some mercy. At least don't post it at the same time as me!! I'm a new author and writing is hard T^T
The pit is deep.
Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails.
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat.
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze.
So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner.
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me.
"Yes!"
"You looked good climbing down!"
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath?"
She invited me like this.
"No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!"
"Lie down!"
"Are you going out too?"
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!"
You see, people can never give up hope.
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole.
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word.
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
The writing style is really warm and healing, and the golden finger is not too outrageous. I love this story, but! ! ! Damn, why haven't you updated it in six years? Is it because the framework writer is too lazy to fill in the gaps? ! Wuwuwu, I'm at the bottom of a pit and can't climb out.
Ah, I understand, the author, you must be thinking of writing a hundred years in the past. First, you must have a blank hundred years! !
It's been ten years. How are you, the author? [Lop-eared Rabbit Head] Now jj can post emoticons.
Every time I see this article, I still can't help but sigh, it would be great if there were no pitfalls (T^T)
A huge pit in the abyss, but it looks so good, wow wow wow, I still jumped. Will it really be updated in my lifetime?
Oh my god, the pit of the abyss
It's been eight years, I've really been screwed (crying)
Big [angry] It's been ten years [crying] [crying] Why don't you come back [crying] It's going to be crazy to wait
It's been almost ten years, come back and update, hahahahaha
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
The writing style is really warm and healing, and the golden finger is not too outrageous. I love this story, but! ! ! Damn, why haven't you updated it in six years? Is it because the framework writer is too lazy to fill in the gaps? ! Wuwuwu, I'm at the bottom of a pit and can't climb out.
Ah, I understand, the author, you must be thinking of writing a hundred years in the past. First, you must have a blank hundred years! !
It's been ten years. How are you, the author? [Lop-eared Rabbit Head] Now jj can post emoticons.
Every time I see this article, I still can't help but sigh, it would be great if there were no pitfalls (T^T)
A huge pit in the abyss, but it looks so good, wow wow wow, I still jumped. Will it really be updated in my lifetime?
Oh my god, the pit of the abyss
It's been eight years, I've really been screwed (crying)
Big [angry] It's been ten years [crying] [crying] Why don't you come back [crying] It's going to be crazy to wait
It's been almost ten years, come back and update, hahahahaha