Li Xiang fell into a coma and had a dream......

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When I was very young, my mom liked to wash me white and roll around on the bed, making me think that I was a series with the many piggy dolls at the bedside.

But my mom would tie me to my back and play to the music while cooking, which made me distinguish between myself and the bedside piglet – she never carried the bedside pig on her back.

This amazing woman never seemed to get tired, and she carried me on her back during the day and to the square at night.

On weekends, she could carry me on her back all day, completely ignoring my feelings.

Every time I encountered such non-baby treatment, I could only look at the back of her head with helpless eyes, while spitting bubbles in my mouth and spitting out the milk I had just drunk in my stomach.

I was almost tossed to death by my mother's movements many times, until she spit up on her neck, she woke up, spread me on the floor, let a little white milk dog watch over me, and then she continued to jump.

I look up at the planes flying in the sky and cherish this rare moment of calm, and if the little milk dog around me doesn't lick my face enthusiastically, my mood will be better.

It won't be long before my mom will continue to tie me on her back, or hold me in her arms, or let the other aunts take turns hugging me, hugging and dancing in the square, laughing and laughing.

It's hard to understand these women!

When I was 5 years old, the doctor told my mother that I couldn't die, and I had to exercise more, otherwise my muscles would atrophy.

I realized that this was probably the reason why my mom kept shaking me, turning me, rolling me, lifting me, and even beating me.

Of course, the possibility that she did enjoy it cannot be ruled out.

Because of regular exercise, I didn't die.

Because of regular exercise, my mother, this 29-year-old little widow, lives a good life, her figure is getting better and better, and the aunts who dance square dances are envious and jealous, and she is also proud.

Life is about tossing, and this sentence is really true.

When I was 18 years old, my condition deteriorated.

The doctor said that the child had ALS, and if his neck could still move at the end of the year, it would be God who would let him go.

My mom told me I had to find a way to get you moving.

I said, oh my mother, I don't want God to let me go, I just want you to let me go.

I was so young, and now that I'm 18 years old, I'm going to have to be even more ruthless. I'm so scared.

My mother touched my head and said kindly, you have to call me sister, quick, call me little sister.

I didn't call the young lady, I was hacked by her.

She let go of her hand on a slope, and I sped down in my wheelchair, the wind howling in my ears, screaming in fright.

She chased after me and shouted happily, Run~Li Xiang! Run~

What are you running~ I really can't run!

My legs, shrunken into a mess, can't support my body, even for a second!

Never fought for me in 18 years!

Does it feel like you're flying? My mom caught up and asked breathlessly, "There's a lot of adrenaline pumping this time."

I'm so scared stupid! I'm going to pee out!

The neighbor in round-framed sunglasses came back from a birdwalk, and I looked at his black starling. I think I understand it, it should understand me, we have all lost our freedom~ It is trapped in a cage, I am trapped in a wheelchair.

The uncle covered the birdcage with a black cloth and walked away.

I was also dragged up the slope by my mom in a wheelchair.

I was scared to death! I quickly said to my mother, "Little sister, why don't you find another man and have a healthy child to play with?" I don't want to play with you anymore, I'm too tired! I'd rather die early.

She said, "Do you think I don't want to?" but I have to be a widow for your father!

I didn't make it! I didn't fall to death on a slippery slope, nor did I succeed in being myself when I broke myself.

The idea of killing myself lingered in my mind for many years, and I took action many times, but each time it ended in farce and comedy, and I was laughed at by my mother afterwards, which made me very sad, I can't even think of death, I really don't know what else this person can do.

After a dozen or dozens of times, I finally gave up, I didn't want to die, it hurt my dignity too much!

Let's go with the flow.

As a result, I lived until I was 25 years old. I graduated from college that year.

Everyone else graduated at the age of 22, and some of their classmates graduated at the age of 18.

They're geniuses, and I'm obviously not. I was the oldest in the class, and the 18-year-old genius girl called me Uncle.

My mom said I was a genius because I spent 25 years in a wheelchair and in a hospital bed.

I was able to get into university and graduate thanks to my mom.

I think that she can be admitted to college by herself, she is the amazing person, and the 18-year-old genius little sister is not as good as her 50-year-old aunt.

I got a job. I can't do physical work, I can only do something easy, and with the help of being exposed to music since I was a child, I make arrangements for people.

The first song is a square dance music with a lot of movements, which comes from a deep memory of childhood. I couldn't control my hands during the arrangement, so I came up with such a hi song.

I almost got fired.

The boss said that I didn't expect me to be so unrestrained as a disabled person, for the sake of being disabled, try again. So I started my one-week internship.

After two days of internship, my mom came to pick me up.

The night before, I went to sleep and didn't get up again.

Okay, I just graduated from college, I just wanted to show my skills, I just wanted everyone to see the unrestrained heart of me, a disabled person, and now I am dead.

When I woke up that morning, I couldn't move not only my feet, but also my body and my neck.

I think of what doctors said when I was 18 years old, if my neck can still move, I can still live. On the other hand, if my neck can't move, I can't live.

Obviously, I'm not going to live.

It's a miracle that I lived to be 25 years old, and I lived every day with the mentality of dying, so the mentality was okay.

It stands to reason that in my state of "lying corpse", until I take my last breath, until the corpse stinks and stuns the landlord, I will not be discovered.

Luckily I have a puppy that is just as smart as the little milk dog I used to lick my face when I was 1 year old.

One of them is called Shishi and the other is called Dou Dou, and they have been trained by my mother since they were young to help their masters call for help.

Dou Dou had saved me many times, but he couldn't save himself, and once he was hit by a car while crossing the street and died.

Now Shishi is also fighting at the forefront of saving me, hoping that it will have a good death in the future, but I can't wait for the day when it will die.

I love them. They are the few rays of warmth in my dark life.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and these two puppies will definitely be reincarnated as humans in the next life.

The teacher smacked three long, one short and five long on the phone, a total of nine tones, and then my mother came.

PS: In order to make your reading smooth, two chapters will be released in a row today.