The Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to Talk

The pit is deep. Stretch your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer of light 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 with this posture, you can see renewed light. All are legends of the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor to tomorrow. It only appears when it should appear and stays where it should stay. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, crawling from the bottom of one pit to another. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breather?" She invited me. "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. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead you will fall into. I looked up at her crawling out posture, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step, feeling numb, tired and struggling. So someone went out and someone came in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Do you feel comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later." "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I climbed. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires another posture. Putting your hands on the ground and kneeling on your legs is really not a pleasant posture. But while crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit. I looked at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the first taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish that raises its head and keeps devouring, never stopping. Stop until the day I am exhausted from food. But I mostly use the 'squatting' posture, which The posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones is the posture 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 must not be able to learn the "squat" movement. 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. Maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, this kind of me, My hair is long and my nails are falling off. Climbing towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am? I am the reader who fell to death in your pit

It's so uncomfortable to follow, and it makes me want to recommend books: Life is always full of hatred, The Legend of Wukong, and The Conscience of Entertainment. These books are very interesting and can be used to pass the time while everyone is catching up.

Waiting for update log 5: I woke up again. What day of the week is it today, Friday or Saturday? The boundaries of time are fading, but I don't care. I look at the tram next to my home with empty eyes. Does it run every five minutes? Ten more minutes? I don't really remember, it's like I don't know where it was in the last chapter, whether it was yesterday or just now. Listening to every sound of the tram running over the track, I began to relax, and my fingers began to tap on the railings. A thought that seemed like it shouldn't have occurred occurred to me. Ah Qi's hand speed was probably not as fast as the sound of the track. I couldn't help laughing, but the next moment I was silent and my mood was a little complicated. Ah Qi, Ah Qi, in the end, I still haven't escaped your influence. Maybe this is the charm of words. I am like a scientific madman who wants to stare at a black hole up close in space. One day I will fall into it. This is my fate. Even if I am afraid, I can't escape. All I can do is deceive myself. After thinking about it, maybe I shouldn't extend my eyes. I stopped looking at the phone and said lightly, "It's time to go back." After all, the sound of the tram was not as interesting as Aqi's update. Swinging day, fun

The author's new book returns to the world of fast travel

For the new lightning protection, the second world is really poisonous... The female ntr even gave birth to a child...

After reading the beginning, I thought it looked familiar. After a few chapters, I confirmed that the writing seemed familiar. Checked the update time. Oh, sorry to bother you, bye. Isn't this the book I read the year before last...

If you don't update, you might get slapped with a sack on the road.

If I hadn't seen the change in my reading experience, I almost thought you were cool.

Oh my gosh, it's interrupted again! ! !

For such a good book, we can't let the author become a eunuch again. Reward 100! ! ! Not much, just a little support