Dear book friends,

Good evening.

This is the author of the street (in fact, he is not qualified to call himself the street, huh).

Weakly want to take a leave.

Since it's a leave, there must be a reason, don't worry, I'll make it up!

I wrote a little bit of online articles when I was in college in 17 years, but I was too lazy and hid it in a few days.

really touched the part of online authors or this year's Spring Festival.

Like many authors who walked into this place at the same time, I believe that everyone's reason is the same, it is nothing more than that the company has not resumed work, and it hurts a little at home, so I took up the pen.

I think it's a paradise, I write my heart by hand, it's good.

Well, as you can see, there is no worst, only worse.

I'm almost suspicious that the website has blocked me, but it shouldn't be, it's me who is too vegetable.

But with this one, I can't be called an online writer, oh oh, writer, eh, no, gunman.

In fact, it was still very harmonious at that time, everyone was standing and writing, no one forced everyone to kneel, and no one wanted to snatch everyone's son, at most, "your son is half of me, or more".

At that time, I was very envious of those lovely street fighters, and thought they were great, and in fact they were.

It's not that a single individual is great, it's that the group is great.

Obviously a lot has been taken away, but he still insists on himself, he can give up, but he never forgets his original intention.

If I am fortunate enough to be one of them, I will be honored.

Hehe, I accidentally praised myself.

Then one day, the sky darkened, and a huge hand stretched out from the dark clouds, oozing with blood.

I know it's not His blood.

He claims to be the way of heaven, in charge of the barrier of heaven, and He has the final say on who goes out and who enters.

On this day, without saying a word, He shouted, "Kneel down !!"

Everyone was shocked, completely unaware of what was happening.

He continued: "In the future, these children will no longer belong to you, they will belong to me, and what you have to do is to raise them for me to become adults, and when the time comes, I will be happy, and maybe I will give you a little money for milk powder." ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and the action of breastfeeding the child in their arms stopped, and they looked at the bloody giant hand with an unbelievable expression.

Someone knelt down.

Maybe some people were originally on their knees.

It really refreshed my cognition.

Some people didn't want to, and they started shouting, "No way!"

But no one could hear it except a few people around.

Most of them stared blankly at the increasingly gloomy sky, at a loss.

They didn't really know what was going on, they just didn't seem to understand, and they could only watch quietly.

The child in her arms was crying, and they wanted to feed it, but they found that they were upset and couldn't express milk.

The giant hand also ignored it.

The first to roar knew that his strength was too weak to compete with the giant hand.

So they borrowed a megaphone and started shouting, "Wake up, everybody, He is going to take our child, let us kneel and raise it for him, and we will have nothing!"

People began to stir.

The giant hand spotted the men and forcibly took their speakers.

These people don't give up, the speaker doesn't matter, they can still shout.

So they pulled their throats again, trying to wake up the breeders around them, to make them understand their situation, and wanted them to join them in the rebellion.

They were hoarse and their throats were almost broken, but they still did not give up, in order to unite all the forces that could be united, to defend their own interests together, to defend their last dignity together.

Finally, some people came to their senses, and they also knew what they were facing.

It is the slave owner who is going to enslave himself, who wants to take away his children, who wants to leave himself with nothing!

Restlessness began to grow, and the riots began to escalate.

The giant hand exuded a wave of rage, sealing the mouths of the agitators.

Looking at the people who were placed on the torture rack with their lips tightly sealed, they realized that if they did not explode in silence, they would perish in silence.

They don't want to perish, they want to break out!

And so more people began to let out what could be the last roar.

They want to rebel against the giant hand.

They don't want to be on their knees.

They don't want their children to be snatched away.

If you don't resist, the giant hand will be even more reckless in the future.

If you kneel, you won't be able to stand up later.

If children are snatched away, then their existence loses its meaning.

And I'm the one who is more dazed, because I'm a newcomer.

When I heard the sound of "kneel", my legs went limp, and I almost knelt down (in fact, I couldn't).

Because I think it's the rule here, it's the trend.

Then I slowly realized that this is not the case.

I started to panic a bit.

If everyone kneels down, the people who come in later will think that this is the way this is!

When everyone is used to it, the new arrivals will kneel without even knowing it!

In that case, people will never be able to stand up again!

Over time, heaven will be reduced to hell and to ruins.

That's right, that giant hand must be from hell!

So I started to roar like them, maybe not many people heard, but I still had to say my inner thoughts out loud.

I don't want to stay in hell.

I want to go back to my old paradise.

I also tried to run, contributing my weak strength.

It is comforting to note that everyone's hoarseness is not in vain.

We have received solidarity from the outside world, including everyone who loves our children.

Perhaps, you don't want to be reduced to an asura field where you once brought happiness and emotion.

The Great Hand fell silent, and he began to gather representatives of the breeders to negotiate.

Perhaps in the near future, the giant hand will compromise.

He may not have taken our children completely.

It just might become, "Your kids have half of me."

It's just that how much this "half" is, we don't know.

"You will be half-kneeling from now on!

Maybe everyone will be silent, and they will compromise.

Because He also "compromised."

But I know that the former paradise is no longer there, and has been reduced to a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society.

Some people yearn for a new paradise, but the giant hand has already covered the sky.

I don't know how long my voice will last.

Maybe we'll never see each other again.

But, I do.

?

That's why I'm taking a leave of absence.

Of course, this is made up, and so is this one.

If I really can't see you again, I am here to thank everyone who has supported me.

Eh, the words don't make sense, it's made up after work, and it's not vivid enough, but please believe it.

Finally, according to the words of thanks in the words of the previous authors: Thank you Demon, Fortune, people who are busy with the struggle for life, and U08299173 recommendation votes!!

Thank you, and thank you to all the cuties who have supported this book!