Perhaps, no one can really say what kind of situation it was during that period of time from night to early morning.

The sound of insects chirping in the night suddenly stopped at some point, and I could no longer hear any other sound in my ears.

Suddenly, a dark figure lying on the ground moved slightly.

Because the face is close to the ground, the nasal cavity is filled with a thick smell of earth. This made it difficult for the woman to breathe, and she subconsciously stirred her nose very uncomfortably. And the broken hair slipped down because of this action, and the slight tingling and itching suddenly made the sleepy woman open her eyes.

The cool breeze blows slightly, and people can't help but want to huddle in a ball. At this moment, the woman couldn't help but mutter, and finally woke up in a trance.

"I'm so hungry," the woman murmured at the first time she woke up. At this moment, she was so hungry that she didn't even want to think about it, and she felt a pain in her brain at a thought, and a burst of vanity spread throughout her body. For her, even a simple action like turning over at this time was enough for her to spend most of her time to complete.

With a low gasp in her mouth, the woman carefully rubbed her face with her hands, and she pursed her mouth to rub off the slightly wet brown mud on her face, while her eyes stared blankly at the sky.

When the woman was facing the sky, what appeared in her vision was a pale purple color, somewhat distant and chaotic, mixed with the thick gray-black sky. Although it is very turbid, it makes people feel very pure, so that women will never forget it every time they think about it in the endless years that followed.

It's just that this rare scene can be called a beautiful scenery, but at this time, no one shares it, and the woman has no intention of paying attention to it anymore.

At this time, hunger in the belly is enough to overcome everything, let alone a woman who is poor and weak enough to be helpless. I'm afraid that she is so indifferent that she has no more ideas, and she just wants to stand up at this time and find possible food to feed and wear.

The woman's appearance is impassive, and she looks unwavering. But deep down, she was screaming in an extreme way, telling herself that what she needed was not freedom, but food that could solve the problem of food and clothing.

"God, am I wrong," the woman couldn't help but wonder as she looked at the sky. Now just moving her arms would take a lot of her strength.

The back of the hand slid across the earth and sank into the wet mud slightly, the stones were a little awkward, and there was some pain after touching the grass tips and bare grass roots, these senses seemed to be separated by something.

Although the woman knows that the touch is only an illusion, perhaps like everything she has experienced, it is just an illusion. After bidding farewell to the once happy family, after experiencing the heartiness of the initial freedom, the woman finally lost helplessly to hunger and cold. And all this came too quickly like a dream, and the woman who hit was caught off guard.

She wanted to bow her head, regretted it, was disappointed, but the mistake had to be borne by herself.

Driven by the excruciating pain in her stomach, the woman gritted her teeth and tugged at a large handful of blades of grass beside her, and then she barely tried to stand up. Luckily, the edges of the grass weren't sharp, and they were tough.

It's just that it's still not as easy for a woman to stand up as the text describes. You can see the green tendons on her slender arms that have bulged up because of the exertion, and the whole arm is trembling irrepressibly because of the lack of strength.

After a few struggles, the woman finally got to her feet, and a drop of sweat slipped from the top of her head and rolled over her forehead, making it a little cloudy.

After a pause, resisting a wave of vertigo, the woman looked around. The surrounding scenery suddenly overlapped with the memories before the coma.

Although it looked the same, the woman vaguely remembered that she seemed to be exhausted before, and she did not get out of this deadly meadow before she passed out. But in a trance, he seemed to have walked a long distance.

I remembered for a while. But this did not bring the slightest joy to the woman's heart, because all around her, except for the inky mountains that could only be faintly seen in the distance, the outline of the summit could only be faintly seen, and as far as the eye could see, there were large areas of knee-deep grass that seemed to be cloned.

The grass was just like the one under her feet, each one with straight roots, and the sunny side of the leaves shone with water, and it grew very full and lovely.

Can you just imagine that the reckless meadow scattered across the earth, surging like a wave and instantly freezing the picture, is as harmless as it seems. But such a vast canvas is in itself a huge oil painting that is difficult to reach the border.

And when a small, insignificant, seemingly negligible person is placed in it. From this woman's point of view, it is as if placed in the abyss stretched into the plane by the delicate painting technique of the painter. The turbulence of dark tones seems to want to push and swallow the helpless woman whole.

At this moment, it is still early for the sun to appear in the sky, I don't know if it has always been like this, this meadow ocean under the dark sky presents a uniform navy blue, the light and dark changes are obvious, the leaves are wet, and the grass tips are covered with dew.

The dew stained even the woman's hair. As she moved, the dew dripped down and rolled over her skin, making her shiver and her hands huddle in front of her chest.

Licking her chapped lips, the woman had no intention of collecting the dew, which was really just ordinary water, without the slightest energy at all. At this point, no matter what, the woman will eventually have to hit the road. Soon after, she dragged her limbs, which were as stiff as marionettes, and took a step, gasping for breath in the opposite direction from where she remembered.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle......"

In the daylight, she vaguely saw that the woman's eyes were bloodshot, and she tried to open them wide, for fear that once she closed them, she would never be able to open them again.

There was only the sound of a woman's panting in the air, and the cold air kept pouring into her body, making her want to cough but not have the strength, especially uncomfortable, as if her throat had been cut by a sharp blade.

Other than that, there is only the sound of plant leaves constantly breaking open like ice, colliding with each other.

"Maybe I'll die here soon," after walking for a while, lest the future be bleak, just a woman from a woman's family, and at this moment a trace of trepidation was finally born in her heart.

When she lost the protection of her husband and the warmth of her family, she suddenly found that she was really nothing.

She can no longer mediate between pots and pans, no longer worry about those who need to pass the time, and after losing her home turf, the woman knows that she is worthless.

"Maybe it was a mistake in itself that I escaped, I was just a hot head, I didn't expect it to be like this outside, why would I be so stupid as to want to be free," the woman muttered to herself over and over again in despair. With each step, she said the last word. It seems that this kind of language whipping can make one's heart feel better.

"Am I really wrong...... Yes! ”

Suddenly, the woman slipped under her feet and tripped to the ground. Her skirt was only coarse cloth, and at first glance it was haphazardly woven from a piece of cloth made of unknown plants. Or maybe it's not a dress per se, maybe the pockets that hold something have been hastily remodeled. Only in this way can we explain why the skirt is so rough and inferior.

This culprit is the same skirt. Whenever a woman lifts her foot and the skirt sweeps over the blades of grass, the dew on it will be unceremoniously absorbed by the edge of the skirt, making the coarse cloth skirt heavy and clinging tightly to the woman's calves, increasing her discomfort. If you can describe it, it's like a pair of cold shackles.

The woman who fell to the ground screamed at this time, without exception, and her voice was poignant and sharp. But this time the pain was obviously much worse, and the woman felt as if her bones were about to fall apart, and a sour feeling welled up in her nose. It was a concussive relationship, which made her eyes flutter and she was mistakenly thinking that she was going to have a nosebleed.

The great pain that surged for a while made her not come back to her senses for a long time, but this time the woman seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and only rested for a short time, and then stood up with her body supported again.

"No, I didn't fail, so I don't admit that I failed, because that doesn't exist at all." On that flowery face, stained with mud and sweat, covered with water marks as if she had removed her makeup, a hint of cruelty flashed in the woman's eyes, especially bright in the dark night.

Only then her face changed, and her eyes closed.

"Ahh The bones on the body squeezed each other, and it was difficult to form a support after a slight dislocation, and the woman lowered her head in pain. But she still insisted on trying to stand up, her chest rising and falling violently, like a pair of large balloons that were constantly blowing up and then deflate, showing her patience that was about to reach her limit.

It wasn't until she finally stood up that the woman was obviously much more cautious this time.

None of the "his......s" bodies were intact, and the woman estimated that if she fell down again, she was afraid that she would never have a chance to stand up again, so she forced herself to cheer up. The extreme pain forced out the ruthlessness in the woman's heart, and now she refused to give up no matter what.

One step, two steps, for women. The exhaustion of her spirit made almost every cell in her body cry out of hunger, and the heavy legs like lead, and the wounds on her body that were aggravated, were whipping her and destroying her already little will.

And the woman who has gambled everything is gritting her silver teeth at this moment. She had no room for regret and had to move forward. And except for a little pain at the beginning, any feeling outside the body after that was replaced by the blankness that seemed to be separated by something.

If nothing else, this woman will probably be buried on this grassland. This grassland is worthy of a Jedi, and there are many lives that have died in this vast area from ancient times to the present. All of them were defeated by the barrenness that seemed to have no boundaries and could not squeeze any nutrients. I want to tell this woman that she will not be the first, and she will definitely not be the last.

In a daze, I don't know how long I walked, and the woman, who was already unconscious, suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Blunt ......"

It's like a water dispenser being quickly discharged, and the sound is very penetrating. But the woman, who was already a little numb, didn't care, or she just thought she was hallucinating. Thinking like this, after not walking a few steps, the woman suddenly stepped into the air, and then, she was caught off guard and rolled down the whole onion.

"Uhh

*To be continued *