If it really comes to the point where it can't be supported, then the two of them fall together.

I don't know what the impact of what I said, I just know that Ellie below never said a word more.

Actually, I don't have time to think about anything else right now, because I feel like I'm almost running out of energy.

Ellie's arm kept sliding down in my palm, and Ellie's arm was slender and delicate, and with the lubrication of sweat, I couldn't hold it even more.

The situation was getting worse and worse, and finally, with a snap, Ellie's arm instantly slipped out of my palm, and Ellie's body fell rapidly.

But even so, Ellie didn't let out a single scream.

I also panicked in my heart, and my fingers seemed to have touched something, and I subconsciously grabbed it.

Then I felt like my fingers were almost going to be choked, and I grabbed the rope that was tied to Ellie's wrists and saved Ellie's life.

The rope is very rough, so if you grab the rope, you don't have to worry about sweat.

I barely survived, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the situation was still dangerous.

Damn, why haven't those cops come up yet?

Actually, I also know that my idea is a bit difficult for a strong man, after all, it is more than 30 stories high, and it takes time for the police to run up.

The sweat on my forehead rolled down my skin and into my eyes, and I felt like I couldn't see clearly.

When I encountered the poisonous snake before, I was hit twice on the arm and head by a steel pipe.

After I got here, I was beaten to death by three people, and I had been trying to keep my consciousness from getting confused, but now I can't support it anymore.

The ** in the throat has also become more and more powerful.

Both arms were almost completely numb, and nothing could be felt.

Just as my consciousness was about to completely dim, I suddenly felt as if some shadow had come out of front of me, and was running quickly in this direction.

Has the rescuer finally arrived?

My spirit shook suddenly, although I still couldn't see anything clearly, I couldn't even recognize who the person who rushed over me was, I just felt that my eyes were crimson.

Then I felt a cold palm suddenly grab my wrist and pull it up hard.

However, the strength of the person who came from here didn't seem to be too great to pull both of them up, and besides, I was getting more and more unconscious as I grabbed Ellie's left hand.

At this moment, I mustered up the last bit of strength in my body, and suddenly I howled loudly, and my left hand, which was already exhausted, and I don't know where the strength came from, suddenly rose high.

A handful lifted Ellie up from underneath, not reaching the edge of the roof, but barely reaching the man's palm.

"Save her first......" I roared.

The shadow seemed to be stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the rope from Ellie's arm, and then pulled it up hard.

I felt like my left hand was finally free.

Ellie seems to be safe.

I wanted to raise my left hand to relieve the pressure on my right hand, but I couldn't lift it, and as soon as my right hand was released, my body involuntarily slid downward.

Consciousness is sinking rapidly.

The body is in free fall.

It turns out that the feeling of free fall is actually like this, it's weird, I don't know how to describe it.

In the blur, I heard two screams......

Am I dead?

I don't know, I just feel like a myriad of images are flashing rapidly in my mind.

When I was a child, I was beaten on the ground by my neighbor's friends, snatched the few cents I had, and then scolded me for being a poor ghost.

It was the grandfather, who kicked the little kids to the ground one by one, as if he had broken a child's arm.

A child's parents called the police, found the door to settle the account, and asked the grandfather to pay money.

As a result, grandpa had a stalk in his neck, he didn't ask for money, he had a bad life, and if he wanted it, he would take it away.

Grandpa is in his sixties, and the police have no problem, those people can't get money, and they are threatened by grandpa, take a good look at your rabbit cub, and dare to bully my grandson again, I will chop up your son with a knife.

After those people left, my grandfather was still teaching me, the manly husband was afraid of a fart, crying like a woman, if those people dared to bully you, beat me, if you can't beat me, it doesn't matter if you die, anyway, you're just a child......

Since then, no one has dared to bully me anymore.

This is a memory of how long ago I have almost forgotten it, but I didn't expect to recall such a picture now.

But grandpa is really, where is there such an education for children, it doesn't matter if he is killed?

Then I saw my grandfather coughing violently, coughing and smoking cigarette by cigarette, sometimes even coughing up blood.

However, my grandfather never went to the hospital, not once, because the family had no money.

Grandpa's body was getting worse and worse, and gradually, grandpa couldn't do it anymore, and sometimes, grandpa would touch my head and not say a word.

I was too young to understand what my grandfather was thinking.

After that, Grandpa stopped smoking, Grandpa was an old smoker for decades, and he quit when he said he would, and he never smoked a cigarette since.

Sometimes, when the addiction to smoking comes up, I can't sleep all night watching my grandfather scratch his ears and cheeks, walk around, and walk around.

On my ninth birthday, I had my first birthday cake in my life.

The ten-dollar kind, tiny.

It's delicious.

I ate happily, and my grandfather looked at me and laughed, laughed, and then cried.

That was the first time I saw my grandfather shed tears.

Muddy tears rolled down the wrinkled face.

I was terrified, I thought that my grandfather also wanted to eat the cake, so I gave the cake to my grandfather and let him eat it, but he pushed it back.

Grandpa just wiped his tears, looked at me with a smile and said, "You have to live well alone." ”

I didn't understand what this meant, I said why do you want to be alone, our grandparents and grandchildren should always be together.

Grandpa couldn't do any more work, and after that, I was working, doing everything.

Pick up waste paper boxes, pick up broken copper and iron, pick up other people's discarded mineral water bottles to sell for money.

Go to the restaurant to wash the dishes, go to the construction site to move bricks.

My grandfather has raised me for nine years, and I will support my grandfather too.

For the first time, I got my salary, not much, five dollars.

I was going to use my first salary to buy a good gift for my grandfather, who likes to smoke, so I went to buy a good cigarette that my grandfather is usually reluctant to smoke, three yuan.

Then he ran back in a hurry, ready to surprise his grandfather.

But when I opened the door, I saw my grandfather's body lying quietly in the courtyard, motionless.

Why did grandpa fall asleep here, how cold it was in the yard.

I screamed at my grandfather and wanted to wake him up.

But grandpa slept so heavily that he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed.

I had no choice but to pull my grandfather up from the ground, then carry him to the bed, cover my grandfather with the quilt, and then put the box of cigarettes on the side of my grandfather's bed, hoping that when my grandfather woke up, he could see this surprise.

But...... Grandpa never woke up.

Later I learned that my grandfather was dead.

If you die, you will never see you again.

I dug a pit, rolled up my grandfather's body with a rotten straw mat on the bed, and buried it in the pit.

I knelt in front of my grandfather's grave and wept.

The tears were dying.

At that time, I learned to smoke for the first time, and I lit one of the boxes of cigarettes I bought and put them in front of my grandfather's grave, and I lit one myself.

The first time I smoked, the strong smell poured into my throat, and my throat was hot and painful.

But that kind of pain is not as good as the pain in my heart......

After smoking a box of cigarettes, I left.

After that, I was the only one left in the dilapidated room, alone, without the strong smell of smoke or the cough that woke me up in the middle of the night.

Alone, alone......

I actually saw my grandfather, and sure enough, am I dead?