The Joy at First Sight Also Lasts for a Long Time

Introduction: After traveling through various novel worlds and becoming cannon fodder, Lu Chan just wants to be a passerby quietly, but there are always people who want to drag him into the pit of the plot. For the sake of his own life, Lu Chan had no choice but to resist a little, but as he resisted and resisted, he became a big boss inexplicably. Lu Chan: What can I do? I am also desperate! Book friend comments: The pit is deep Stretching your hand in front of your eyes, 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 telling 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 the bottom of another pit. 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 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 posture is 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 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, with long hair and fallen nails. 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 ------by: Cola Cat Meow