light, short, scattered

Chapter 50 "Escape" Part Two
I was wondering how I got in. Could it be that I was thrown from above.

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

I discovered a serious problem is that I started to lose the sense of time.

And I get hungry very quickly. When I am hungry, I will pick up the iron fist on the ground and drink it all in one gulp.

And I didn't excrete. Maybe the soup could only sustain my life to the limit.

Sometimes the house even shakes slightly. I think this is an earthquake-prone area.

But I just can't seem to get the message out that I'm getting.

Just waiting for the iron bowl to be filled, and then drank it all.

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

I'm waiting, waiting for me to lose enough weight.

Then I would crawl out of the hole, and I would even think about what was on the other side of the hole.

I hoped and expected that the exit was there because I had no other way out.

My routine became monotonous and for a while it was just sleep and soup.

There are fewer and fewer fragments of memories in my mind.

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

In another memory, the children's faces have lost their appearance.

I have even forgotten what the horse I drew looks like.

All other memories seemed to fade away, and I began to resent the person who had brought me to this place.

I wish I could tear him into pieces. What grudges do I have with him?
Will he lock me here and torture me like this?
Because I have lost the concept of time, I don’t know how much time has passed.

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

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

I started doing simple exercises.

Because I'm afraid that if I don't have enough physical strength, I won't be able to climb out of the cave.

My hands were already weak, so I struggled to swing them.

I started jogging and started boxing against the wall.

After persisting a few times, I could at least move.

But almost all the memories disappeared, and he even forgot his own name.

But I seemed to have never remembered my name from beginning to end. At this time, the only thought in my mind was to escape.

I began to compare the size of myself and the hole from time to time, looking forward to escaping immediately when the time was right.

I remember I was asleep and a violent shaking woke me up.

The whole house started to shake, it seemed like a big earthquake had broken out.

Forced to have no choice, I picked up my iron fist, took another sip of soup, and threw the iron bowl aside.

He was heading towards the entrance of the cave and planned to climb in, but there was still a little bit to go.

I pushed my shoulder hard into the hole, and I held my breath and got in.

The entrance to the cave was extremely narrow, and I couldn't even move inside.

I started to squirm a little harder, trying to squeeze myself inside.

I seemed stuck, but I never thought about going back.

I was really tired of being idle, and freedom appeared in my mind.

It appears in the mind and even the body.

The shaking doesn't seem to have stopped. Is it about to collapse?I started to crawl forward with more difficulty, although every step was painful.

I have a little regret, maybe it would have been smoother if I had stayed for a while.

But there is no regret medicine anymore.

There was a slight sound in my ear, very soft and thin.

It's like you're wearing earplugs and the person calling you is coming from a few walls away.

I started to calm down and listen.

Listen very quietly. . .

"Relax, don't be nervous."

"Take a deep breath and relax."

"Come on, come out soon."

. . . . . .

Someone is motivating me?It should be my heart that inspires me.

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

My body is getting heavier and heavier, and I seem to be going back to take a sip of soup from an iron bowl.

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

"No, let's cut it open."

"It's premature. The pregnant woman fell down and her amniotic fluid broke. Let your loved ones sign it. We've prepared it here."

"You won't be able to save it if we drag it on for a long time. Let's do it."

. . .

I felt enough for a long time, but at peace.

It is like a person who has been in the sea for a long time and swims to land.

It's like an adventurer who survived a desperate situation and returned to the city.

Light began to shine through my body and I realized I had never opened my eyes.

I could feel a pair of huge hands grabbing me and starting to pull me.

Get me out of the airtight room.

I was lifted up and I felt someone tapping my back.

I started crying, loudly.

I finally escaped.

"Congratulations, Liu Jin San Liang is a boy."

Congratulations indeed.

. . . . . .

Years later, I began to forget this memory.

Because there are more new things 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.

(End of this chapter)