Suddenly, the orange light in front of me went out, and the mother and daughter who were happily eating together at the dinner table were also hidden in the darkness.

The whole stage is limited to a beam of light and a girl standing on a body scale.

The girl frowned, still staring at the already pitch-black area in front of her, her head tilted slightly to the right, and her mouth was still slightly open, looking thoughtful.

At this time, another picture soon appeared on the right side of the girl.

The girl turned to look sideways.

This time, there were no lights, just a little hazy daylight.

The scene that reappeared in front of her eyes was still familiar to the girl.

It was the girl's own room, but the curtains were not drawn in the room, and the early morning sunlight was not very strong, only through the thin curtains, shining in, which made the room look not so dark, and there was a little light.

The room was still business as usual, without too much clutter.

It's just that on the bed, on the floor, and in the trash cans, there are a few plastic bottles of mineral water scattered around.

One or two bottles of mineral water that have not yet been turned on are placed on the bed, while some of the bottles that have been turned on, and some of which are only half drunk, are all on the floor and in the garbage can.

One of them, a half-bottled bottle of mineral water, stood firmly on the floor, but the lid of the plastic water bottle was missing, and it was gone.

The whole room was filled with a messy, gray atmosphere, without the slightest hint of popularity.

In this picture, in this room, there is still a girl herself.

The girl was still in her usual position, her hands wrapped around her bent legs, her chin resting on her knees, and she curled up in the dead corners of the two walls.

She was unshoeed, barefoot, and right next to her feet was a plastic water bottle with two or three mouthfuls left, the lid of the water bottle was not tightened, but it was just gently placed on the mouth of the bottle.

The girl's hair was very unkempt, as if she was wearing an explosion-shaped wig, her dark circles were heavy, her gaze was blank, and she was just staring at a certain spot in front of her.

The girl's complexion looked very bad, her face was earthy, very haggard, as if she had not closed her eyes for several hours, had slept in a row, and even had a slightly gloomy aura.

"Bang Bang Bang"

There was a knock on the door.

When the girl heard this, her pupils dilated, her body shook violently, her hands propped on the ground, and her feet kept pushing back, bringing herself closer to the dead corner of the back wall.

She looked panicked and frightened.

"Hello, I'm out for breakfast."

It's the mother's voice.

But the girl did not answer, just shook her head and covered her ears vigorously.

"Hello, are you up? Get up and have breakfast. Mother was still knocking on the door, asking eagerly.

The girl looked at the door, as if she could see through it and see her mother's appearance.

But the girl remained silent, and covered her ears even harder.

"Nannan, you haven't eaten all day yesterday, my mother cooked you your favorite sesame stuffed rice balls for breakfast, and boiled two eggs for you, can you get up and eat some?" The mother knew that the girl had woken up, but she did not become impatient and stern without the girl's deliberate avoidance, and the mother's voice was still very gentle, but under this tone that was almost pleading, it was a little choked.

The girl heard a gentle blowing of her nose outside the door, and she could hear it clearly.

The girl's eyes turned red all at once, but tears flowed down all her eyes, and she quickly put down the hands that were covering her ears, and instead covered her mouth with all her might, forcing herself not to cry.

After a while, there was no sound outside the door, and soon the mother's slightly hoarse voice was heard again.

"Mom is going to work now, baby, when you're hungry, you must remember to get up and eat something."

After that, another sigh.

Then, there was the sound of footsteps walking farther and farther away, then there was the sound of rustling, and finally, the crisp sound of the door closing.

At this time, the girl seemed to have lost all her strength and could no longer support her body, and collapsed to the left side that was not leaning against the wall, and let out a "thump".

At the same time, he knocked over the mineral water bottle at his feet, and the lid left the bottle and rolled to the side. The water in the bottle ran down the water, wetting the girl's left foot.

But the girl did not feel the slight cold touch coming from the soles of her feet, and now, like a child, she no longer restrained herself, let go of the hand covering her mouth, and began to cry loudly.

With the sound of the girl crying in the picture, the scene gradually blurred until it disappeared.

Again, all that remained, the lights, the girls, and, the body scales.

The girl standing on the scaler turned back, and looked down at the number again—

50kg

This time, a sarcastic and bleak smile appeared on the girl's face.

The memories that were blocked by themselves still surfaced one by one after all.