When the little rabbit wakes up from his coma, he finds himself immersed almost entirely in a ditch filled with rotten wood and soot. The water in the ditch was so great that it had come out of the stone-made ditch and reached his stomach and chest. His upper body lay on the small railroad on one side of the ditch, and the cold black water flowed silently down the small railway, against his belly, to the other side of the coal wall, and then, along the coal wall, through two collapsed sheds, to a low-lying old pond.

The little rabbit woke up, aroused by the cold groundwater that soaked him. His shoesless feet, his belly bulging like a toad, and his bony chest all felt the flow of water, the plucking of water. The leg that fell into the ditch trembled a little, and the thin chest pressed against the railroad road ached, and then the pain quickly spread to his shoulders and back, which were bare on the water.

He tried to pull his legs out of the ditch, but he felt dizzy after just trying to twist his body. He gasped, gritted his teeth, and struggled with all his might, so that his upper body moved away from the small railway, and with both hands he grabbed a huge gangue in the darkness, and pulled his legs out of the ditch.

This consumed a lot of energy for him. He heard the weak heart in his chest pounding, and he gasped so hard that his head felt like it was about to explode, drowsy and painful; The front chest and back seem to have been cut several times, and there is a hot feeling.

He touched his head and saw that the wicker hat he was wearing was missing, and the whole head seemed to be covered with a layer of slimy liquid. He put his liquid-stained hand under his nose and sniffed it, immediately picking out a smell of blood mixed with the smell of burnt hair. The foul smell stimulated his sense of smell, causing him to smell another smell of burning dead wood beneath the darkness-shrouded formation.

He sat up.

As he struggled to sit up, the coarse cloth coat he wore fell off his two thin arms. He felt strange and wanted to straighten his coat; pulled it, but ripped off a sleeve on his left arm. Only then did he realize that the back of his coat had been burned by the fire, and his body that was exposed to the water was also burned by the fire.

He felt a little weird. He couldn't figure out what was going on.

How did he get here? What is this place? What's going on in this place? How is it water and fire? Where is the fire that burned him now? How can you not see the burning of fire? Didn't the kiln god come here?

I can't figure it out anyway.

Hasn't he been chasing his big white horse? How can you sleep in this dirty gutter? How can you be burned by the fire?

Yes, Big White Horse! He remembered his big white horse! The Great White Horse communicated his thoughts, revived his memory, and re-revealed some of the events before the catastrophe.

The big white horse broke free from the reins and ran away near the No. 12 Cabinet Coal Building in Dongping Lane, which he remembered very well.

At that time, the coal in the No. 12 coal building had been emptied, and there was a row of empty wagons parked under the dustpan mouth of the coal building, so he untied his beloved big white horse from the car hook, pulled the reins and led the horse from the empty wagons to the bottom of the coal building, wanting to take advantage of the time to wait for the car to feed his big white horse a handful of beans. He put the beans in the palm of his hand and let the big white horse eat them. The big white horse ate very deliciously, and after eating, he licked his hands with his hot and rough tongue. He took out a few beans from his jacket pocket and was about to feed them again, but at this moment, the big black man in the coal building and the "killing knife" of the driver came out of the hole on the side of the alley, and as soon as they saw the little rabbit, they forced him to mess around.

He was not familiar with the big black man, and he rarely joked in the past, if it wasn't for the "murder knife" to pick the big black man, the big black man would not have made such jokes with him anyway. In the final analysis, the blame is on the "murder knife".

"Murder knife" is not surnamed "kill", but he doesn't know what the surname is or what it is called. In a trance, everyone doesn't know. The old and young masters of Dongping Lane all called him a "murder knife", and he also shouted, that's all. He thought that the "murder knife" had killed people, or that there was a knife that could kill people. Later I found out that this was not the case. The "murder knife" that everyone said meant that the guy on him was very big, and it is said that on the night of the newlywed in the cave room, his wife screamed in fright. He pressed his wife and said, "What are you afraid of, this is not a murder knife!" This was heard by the young men in the listening room, and it was spread, so that it became such a nickname.

The "Murder Knife" is famous!

The famous "murder knife" grabbed him, tearing off his torn pants with patches in two of three blows, while he was still holding the reins in his hands.

"Horse, my horse! Don't let my horse go! He shouted.

The "murder knife" twisted his two small wrists with one hand, snatched the reins with one hand, and threw it to the big black man next to him:

"Man, you lead the horse to the rabbit, brother, I'll teach this little rooster how to use a knife!"

The big black grinned and grabbed the reins.

At that time, the big white horse had not yet run.

The "murder knife" began to touch his thing with his empty, soot-stained black hand, scolding as he touched it:

"Damn, like peanuts!"

"No, like a soybean!"

The big black man joked:

"Is something like a soybean also a knife?"

"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

The two big men burst into laughter at the same time.

He was pulled by the "murder knife" to the section of coal wagon under the dustpan of the coal building, and there was a round hole in the gang of the coal wagon that was slightly thicker than his thumb, and the "murder knife" forced him to put the thing into the round hole. He doesn't do it. He twisted his skinny little ass around, and he didn't say yes.

The big black man came to help, and he grabbed his thing and shoved it into the hole. At that moment the great white horse broke free from the reins and ran, first running a dozen paces, standing under a street lamp and neighing twice; After that, it freely stumbled out along its familiar small railway.

Seeing that the big white horse broke free from the reins and ran away, he was in a hurry, and the thing stuck in the hole of the coal car naturally softened, and he hurriedly lifted the torn pants that had faded to his ankles, and scolded:

"'Murder knife', my aunt!"

He dragged an oil lamp in his hand, shook off the two rag shoes on his feet, and chased after him like a clever rabbit all the way down the alley.

The big white horse ran in front of him, and he chased after him desperately. The big white horse obviously knew that his master was chasing him, and on several occasions seemed to slow down his pace, and when he saw that the little master was about to catch up, he raised his hooves and galloped away.

At the fork in the east and west alleys, the big white horse stopped for a while, and the three masters of the fork hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the reins, but unexpectedly, as soon as the hand touched the tip of the reins, the big white horse threw off its hooves and ran forward.

The big white horse ran into Xiping Lane, and he followed him into Xiping Lane.

The big white horse got into a side alley, and he followed into a side alley.

Along the way, many workers helped him catch the horse, but no one caught him. At this time, he was a little anxious, according to the regulations, he had to pull a heavy car to the mouth of the big well, if he could not catch the horse immediately, the No. 12 cabinet coal building was full of coal and could not be transported, he would have to eat the whip of the head of the car.

The big white horse ran from one branch alley to another. There are no lights in this side alley.

He didn't dare to run.

He began to call the horse, hoping to lure it to a halt with the remaining soybeans in his pocket......

However, there was no sound.

I don't know where the big white horse has gone.

He lost the big white horse!

He was so frightened that he almost cried, he lit the oil lamp in his hand, and strode into the alley, crying out:

"In vain! In vain! ”

The alley was silent, and nothing could be heard except his own voice, his own footsteps.

He began to run as hard as he could, and he was going to run to the end of the alley and find his horse.

At this moment, the air in the side alley suddenly turbulent. A powerful wave of air from the depths of the alley, with fire, smoke, flying coal dust and rock powder, and even with a bucket of gangue, roared along the wind duct of the alley, when the little rabbit heard the rumbling noise, and before he could understand what was going on, the rapid and violent wave of air had rushed into the side alley, and he seemed to be violently pushed down by a pair of huge hands......

He collapsed into this black ditch at his feet.

The black water ditch and the slowly flowing black water in the ditch saved his life, and the sudden smoke and flames burned only half of his hair, only his back and shoulders. When he fell to the ground, his face pressed against the ground, his nostrils and mouth almost immediately against the ground. He didn't suck the deadly fireworks into his stomach, otherwise, he would be finished! He had heard from an old potter that if he inhaled fireworks, the entire mouth, esophagus, and stomach would be burned, and that such internal burns could not be cured.

The difficult memories made the little rabbit completely sober, and he judged that there had been a dirty gas explosion in the mine he was in!

Will his big white horse burn to death?

He slowly stood up with the huge gangue under him, but as soon as his waist straightened, his sharp little head touched a hard object. He touched it with his hand and saw that it was a collapsed shed.

He suddenly panicked, thinking that the explosion would cause a serious uplift!

He lay down against the gangue again, not daring to move. He knew that in the darkness that surrounded him, there were dangers and traps everywhere, and if he was not careful, he could be crushed to death by falling gangue or collapsed coal gangs.

He remembered the oil lamp he had carried in his hand, and the packet of fire embedded next to the base of the lamp. He had to find his lamp, find his fire, find his light at once! This is the support of his life, and at this moment, this lamp and this fire are ten or a hundred times more precious than the big white horse!

He forgot for a moment the big white horse, forgot the pain, forgot the danger, and left the gangue desperately, touching the ground with his hands everywhere. He felt the wedges of wood, the gangue, his broken wicker hat, but not his lamp!

He was tired, and he fell to the ground and gasped for breath. In his breath, he despaired, feeling that it was almost impossible to find his lamp in the dark. The lamp may have been crushed under a falling piece of gangue, buried in a pile of collapsed coal, or dropped into a ditch beneath it.

Ditch.

He remembered the ditch. He carefully recalled where he was lying by the ditch and began to grope in the direction in which his upper body had fallen, and he speculated that his lamp must have fallen in the direction of his upper body.

However, nothing was gained.

He cried in despair, like a wolf in a trap, and wept very bitterly. He knew that he was alone, and no one could hear him. And how he wished someone would hear it! Anyone who heard his cry would rush to his rescue. He thought of the big black man and the "murder knife" again, he believed that they would definitely come to him, they saw him run into Dongping Lane to look for horses, they would definitely come to find him, definitely!

But......

But what if the big black guy and the "murder knife" also died?

The little rabbit didn't dare to think about it anymore, he exerted all his strength, and shouted in a changed voice:

"Someone! Someone! ”

"Help! Help me! ”

…………

There is no echo. His cries didn't go far before he was knocked back, stubbornly circling around him like a group of ghosts that could not be driven away......

When his strength ran out, he stopped shouting. It's no use shouting. There will be no one in this side alley, and his life no longer belongs to him, but to the almighty Kiln God! The kiln god told him to die, and he must die at any time; And if the kiln god wants him to live, he will definitely be able to live! The kiln god may have wanted him to live, when the disaster happened, he was not burned to death, and he was not pushed to death by the gas wave on the coal gang, which is enough to show the kiln god's love for him. He's only sixteen!

In the darkness, the face of the kiln god appeared before his eyes. The kiln god was full of golden light, squinting and smiling, and his big ears almost fell to his shoulders. Suddenly, the face seemed to change, and it became a living person, this man had a huge head, small eyes, a nose crooked to one side, and a scar embedded in his forehead. He saw the scar writhing, the crooked nose twitching, and he even felt that the old man was caressing his head with a hand that could not be stretched out like a chicken claw!

He snorted, and the apparition vanished. He suspiciously recalled the apparition he had just seen, and confirmed that it was conclusive! He saw with certainty such an old man with an ugly face that he had never seen before!

He really wanted to talk to him about something.

He closed his eyes reverently, but the face of the strange ugly old man did not appear.

He was a little disappointed.

He began to try to survive again. He believed that with the protection of such a definite living kiln god, he would be able to walk out of this hell and return to the sun-drenched earth with his own strength.

He no longer looked for the lost lamp, he was going to try to get out of this bubbling belt by his own fumbling ground. He roughly determined his position, and confidently touched it in the direction in which he was lying. He squeezed swiftly through the two falling sheds, and quickly crossed a piece of gangue on the roof before it was about to fall.

At this moment, his ** foot board inadvertently stepped on a hard, cold, round iron thing, he bent down and touched it with a trembling hand, oh my God, he couldn't believe it, this was his lamp!

He found his lamp!

He held the lamp in his arms as if he were holding his own life, kissed it with his thin face full of tears, licked it with his pointed tongue, and when the tip of his tongue touched the oil lamp, he smelled the smell of raw soybean oil that he had long been accustomed to.

The handle of the oil lamp was broken, but the whole lamp was intact, half of the pot of oil in the lamp pot was still there, and the foreign fire stuck next to the base of the lamp was still there; Moreover, the lamp lay on a pile of dry cinders, unsoaked in water.

With trembling hands, he took out the fire that was stuck next to the base of the lamp, and then took out a piece of phosphorus paper half the size of a palm and unfolded it.

He rubbed the fire.

The first foreign fire brushed off, but unexpectedly, because the wick on the lamp head shrank into the tube made of iron sheets, and the oil lamp was not lit.

He flicked the wick, brushed a second fire, and lit it with great ease. A faint and pitiful light reappeared in the dark underground.

The little rabbit trembled with excitement, staring blankly at the soybean-sized light for a long, long time! In that faint light, he seemed to see the morning and evening sun on the earth, and saw the sad smiling face of his mother.

He began to look at the place where he was staying.

The roof of this place was severe, and as far as the light could reach, at least three of the shed beams had fallen, and some of the falling legs and the surface of the shed beams had been scorched. The two canopy beams above his head had not yet fallen, and the roof between the two canopy beams safely and securely protected the world above him. The ditch next to the coal gang has been blocked by falling coal and gangue, and the water in the ditch has overflowed to the ground, and in one place the water has flooded the small railroad with horse-drawn carriages.

He decided to leave here immediately and look for a way to the kiln. He figured out that as long as he retreated along the road to find the horse to the mouth of the alley in Xiping Lane, he could be saved. He remembered that he hadn't gone far in this dark side alley, only half a mile at best. At one end of this branch alley was a branch alley with a lamp and inserted diagonally, and he had to go there first, and then touch the mouth of the main alley of Xiping Lane.

He wasn't sure which way to go.

At this time, he stumbled upon a small wooden sign with an arrow sign that he was familiar with, the small wooden sign hanging from a crooked shed beam, and the red arrow that marked the road to Xiping Lane pointed firmly in the direction he had just touched.

He had a slight doubt, not about the wooden card, but about himself. He couldn't doubt the wooden sign, even though he didn't know the words on it, but he knew: the red arrow pointed to the way up the kiln! On the first day of his kiln, the foreman on the cabinet solemnly explained to him: you can't run around the kiln, you can look at the wooden sign when you get lost, the red arrow points to the road to the well, and the white arrow points to the road to each head, each nest. He remembers this clearly.

He suspected that he had made a mistake when he woke up from his coma, and took a few steps into the depths of the alley in the darkness.

He no longer hesitated, held the lamp, and touched it step by step in the direction indicated by the red arrow. He re-crossed the two collapsed beams, cleverly crossed the roof area where the slag was falling, and then, with the black water overflowing the ground, walked forward smoothly for about ten feet.

Further on, the road was closed, and the pillars, shed beams, and falling gangue almost blocked the entire roadway.

He shines a lamp on the obstacles in front of him, and eventually discovers that there are many gaps in them. He tried to drill in, but he didn't. So, he jumped up the pile of waste wood and rubble almost connected to the roof of the shed, and climbed over the wooden beams of the roof of the shed.

After walking for more than a few feet, the entire roadway was completely blocked by the falling gangue slag, which was piled up tightly, like a mountain in front of him, and there was no gap at all.

He had no choice but to pick it up with his hands. He turned the lamp a little smaller, took off the wet coat that hung half of his chest, and laid it out with the lamp on a broken shed leg.

The falling gangue was very loose, and he didn't have too much trouble picking it up. After several large gangue stones were removed, he found a round, smooth wooden handle. He didn't know if it was a pickaxe or a shovel, but he didn't pull it a few times, so he had to bend down again to pick it up.

At this point, he pulled out a man's head, a head that was already bloody and unrecognizable. A thick breath of blood poured into his nose, and he was so frightened that he turned his face away, followed by a painful vomit......

It was the first corpse he had come across.

When he was young, he was said to be very handsome, his waist was not as crooked as he is now, and his face did not have so many scars and wrinkles, and his eyes were large and bright, which once made many women in Tianjiapu fall for him. At that time, the Republic of China had not yet opened the Yuan Dynasty, and the emperor of the Qing Dynasty was still sitting in the Dragon Court in Beijing. The emperor was keen on foreign affairs and wanted to seek wealth by self-improvement, so he ordered Li Hongzhang, the governor of Zhili, to handle this matter. Master Li sent a young alternate magistrate to Qingquan, a neighboring county, to open an official kiln bureau, and the two cattle got off the kiln at that time, and they were authentic old kiln workers. At that time, the local atmosphere had not yet fallen to the point it is today, but the world was declining, and it was impossible to prevent things between men and women. The second animal was hooked by a young woman digging wild vegetables in the field in the spring of the fourth year of the kiln. At that time, he was in his early twenties, and he could not remain calm in the presence of young women in any way.

He took off the woman's pants......

He was married to the woman.

As if to repay him, and as if to punish him, the woman began to bear children for him with all her might, one a year, and eight in twelve years; Among them, a son and a daughter died before the full moon, and the six children who were alive were like six wolfs that they were about to eat when they opened their eyes. He had to work night and night, tired and bent over, tired and hunched over, so tired that all that was left was a loose old skin and a handful of stiff bones......

The six lambs transformed him from a handsome man into an animal who only knew how to work.

At the time of the disaster, the second animal was delivering wood to the nest of cabinet five. After the carriage transporting timber passed through Xiping Lane, and arrived at the West Third Lane without lights through the West Branch Lane with lights, there was no railway under his feet, and the horses and cars could not enter, so the head of the car asked everyone to carry them, and one person carried two at a time. He didn't go far after carrying two logs, and his stomach ached for a while. He wanted to endure it, and wanted to find a convenient place to send the material on his shoulder into the nest. However, he couldn't help it. He threw the timber to the side of the alley, and then burrowed into an old pond that was not ventilated.

The head of the car saw it behind him, blowing his beard and glaring; While scolding, he also knocked on the gang of the material truck with the horsewhip "horn" of the car:

"Second animal, I'll fuck you! Where the fuck did you get so much shit? So much urine? If you can do it, if you can't do it, let me go! ”

He didn't answer, and ran a few steps into the unventilated old pond, and then hurriedly took off his pants. In order to be afraid that the car leader would see it, and in order not to attract those filthy flies, he turned out the light in his hand and turned off the fire.

That's when he sensed something was happening! The place where he was squatting trembled in a trance, and then the entire alleyway in front of him trembled, and a terrible rumbling, glama sound came from one end of the alley. At the same time as the terrible sound pressed over, a powerful, milky white wave of qi mixed with fire roared past the old pond mouth in front of him......

He was frightened at the time, and hurriedly lifted his pants and ran outside the old pond, but as a result, as soon as he ran to the edge of the old pond, a wave of gas with rock powder and coal dust overturned him.

When he woke up, he found that most of his body was buried in coal dust and gangue slag; Blood came out of his forehead, the wet blood had coagulated, and some small flies were biting his face, and he felt an unbearable itch.

He shook off the coal dust and gangue that weighed on him, and sat up against a damp wooden pillar covered with green moss, and the flies that had bitten his face scattered in the darkness.

He sat against the wooden pillar for an unknown amount of time before he remembered that there was a packet of foreign fire in a small pocket behind his torn pants, and he took it out of that pocket. The fires were wrapped in a buttercloth, and there were only seven in total. He knows. He was so poor that he couldn't even afford the necessary fires for the kilns, and as long as other people's lights were on, he would never waste his own fires. Sometimes, he can go on for three or five days without a single fire! The seven foreign fires in this pocket were counted and put in by him a few days ago, and they have not been used since they went down the kiln.

He unfolded the phosphor paper and wiped the first foreign fire.

The sudden burst of blazing yellow flames illuminated everything in front of him, and he was surprised to see that the old pond he was in was still the same as before, the wooden pillars that supported the roof were covered with white, white, green, and green mold, and countless feces and flies were still flying up and down against the firelight as before. He also spotted a live rat that was lying behind a sharp gangue and peering out at him.

The first fire was finished.

With the memory left by the first foreign fire, he touched three or five steps into the depths of the old pond, and rowed the second foreign fire.

The feces and flies buzzed again, and the mouse had jumped to a piece of rotten wood in front of the gangue, and was biting at the rotten wood with its teeth, making a slight "gege" sound. He saw that the mouse's long tail was dragging on the ground and moving, like an earthworm that had been cut out of the earth.

The second fire burned his hand.

He struck a third fire.

Somehow, he felt that the mouse was a bit like him. The moment the fire flickered, he saw the green eyes of the mouse, and there was a light of alertness in them. He had a sudden whimsical idea to bring the poor mouse back to the surface; He felt that it should not live like him all day under this dangerous and gloomy formation.

He pinched the burning fire and took a few tentative steps towards the mouse.

The rat fled, and the lightning disappeared into the darkness deep in the old pond......

When the third fire was about to burn out, he saw a lamp on the damp ground.

He paddled the fourth flame and lit the lamp in his hand.

He walked out with his lamp in hand, as if there had been no disaster here, and he remembered the two logs he had erected on the edge of the alley, and prepared to use his flesh and skin to learn the whip of the chariot leader. However, as soon as he walked out of the unventilated old pond, he was surprised, and he felt as if he was having a terrible dream, and in the dream he came to a completely strange place.

In the alleyway, several sheds are burning; The light of the fire was bright and dark, and where the firelight lit up, many of the shed beams collapsed, and under the collapsed shed beams was a charred corpse. The iron car that transported the materials was gone, and the materials on the car were also gone. The red horse pulling the cart had fallen like a pile of rotten meat on the coal gang on the side of the roadway, its two white front hooves pinned into the legs of the support, and most of its flesh was charred. The entire alley smelled of burning wood, human flesh, and horse flesh.

His whole body trembled involuntarily, and his legs couldn't support the weight of his body at once. He sat limply on the ground as if by magic.

He was afraid, so afraid that he couldn't do it; He struggled to get up, to get out! He can't die in this hell, he has six underage children. His life is not for him, but for the six children!

It took a lot of effort for him to move to a sloping shank leg and stand up with the shank leg.

He looked around, ready to find a way to escape.

At this time, he noticed the dead horse again. He was very clever enough to think that he had to make the most of the dead horse. Until now, he didn't know how serious the disaster was, how long he would have to struggle deep underground, and he had to prepare for his survival for the long term.

He decided to cut some horse meat and take it away. But there were no knives.

He searched eagerly. I found a sharpened stone first, and after cutting it for a long time, and with great effort, I could not cut the thick skin of the dead horse. He threw stones and found a wooden wedge for a new experiment, which failed.

He was so angry that he threw himself on the buttocks of a dead horse like a hungry wolf, biting with his black and yellow teeth, tearing with his big, stiff and straight hands, and kicking with his feet in rags. A low, brutal and terrifying roar came from his throat, and snot and blood flowed from his nostrils.

The horse's skin was finally broken by him, and he kicked the horse's belly with his foot, and bit off a large piece of it with flesh and blood. He couldn't wait to try to put the horse meat in his mouth and chew it, chewing it so much that his mouth was salivating and his cheeks were sore...... He still failed to chew the piece of horse skin and meat, so he swallowed it with all his might...... and with a "whoa" sound, he spit it out again.

Man's long evolution has made it impossible for the second animal to absorb what his ancestors could......

After vomiting, he was a little more sober; After thinking about it, he decided to cut off a piece of meat and take it away.

He remembered the dead co-workers, and he remembered that one of them had an axe for chopping materials! They are dead, this axe should not be dead!

He tossed corpses like a piece of lifeless wood. After an initial bout of fear, he became numb. Eventually, he found the axe under the body of the fat man at the head of the car.

He successfully cut off a whole leg of the horse, carried it on his back, and then, with the handle of the oil lamp in his mouth and the axe in his hand, set out on the road to escape.

The horse's legs were too big for him to carry on his back, and he was out of breath just by passing through the two burning sheds. The heavy legs slid down his hunched back, and every step he took took him in a hot sweat. Moreover, the roadway was badly damaged, and there was danger lurking in almost every shed and every inch of space, and he could not stay for long anyway.

So he cut the horse's leg in half, and then took the small half of the horse's leg on his back and walked forward. After walking about twenty or thirty feet, passing through the section where the remnants of the fire were burning, he stopped in front of a large pile of falling gangue.

The second animal began to fight with the axe in his hand and the pile of gangue in front of him, he didn't know if he could succeed, but he still had to fight to see ......

As long as the little rabbit sleeps deeply, he can see his loving mother. My mother always wears a neat white flower cardigan with a blue background, and there are several patches on the front and back of the gown that are also white flowers on a blue background, so that people can't see that they have been mended. My mother's needlework was very good, and it was said that she was good when she was a girl in her mother's family. She also does embroidery. When his father was alive, she embroidered, and the little rabbit remembered that when he was a child, he had his mother's embroidered flowers on his belly pocket, and his little shoes also had his mother's embroidered tiger head. In the eyes of the son who gets along day and night, the mother is always so young, gentle and beautiful. It was like that when he first remembered, and now, his mother hasn't changed at all, and it's still like this.

The little rabbit loves his mother, and since he was a child, he has slept with her. Every night, I fell asleep in my mother's warm arms and in my mother's affectionate touch. After working in the kiln, his mother built a plank for him in the outer room. He didn't get used to it at first, and he had a few days of trouble with his mother until he finally discovered a secret from his mother......

When he learned the secret, he was shocked, he felt incredible, he didn't dare to ask his mother, he didn't dare to ask anyone, he felt that he had been deceived. He had thought of killing the man who had insulted his father and taken away his mother like a real man, like a real man!

He really did it.

It was a thunderstorm night, and he woke up from his sleep to find a tall man in a drenched robe, lightly skirting the edge of his bed and lifting the rag curtains of his mother's room...... He heard the whispering of his mother and the man, heard the rhythmic shaking of the broken wooden bed, and all the blood of his manhood rushed to his head, and he picked up a kitchen knife on the pot table, and staggered to his mother's room, and at this moment he heard his mother's frightened and stern voice:

"Don't come in, rabbit!"

In order not to embarrass his mother, for the sake of his only relative, he did not lift the rag curtain, but waited outside with a kitchen knife in his hand.

He cried silently.

It was a long, long time before the mother came out of the inner room in her clothes, and with tears of shame, told him a lot—about the man, about the origin of their mother and son's life, about the hardships of life.

That night, the man escaped through the window of his mother's house......

He dreamed that his mother was crying to him again. He clearly saw tears gathering in his mother's big eyelashes, and even felt the tears dripping from his mother's eyes, slowly flowing on his thin cheeks, tickling where the tears flowed......

When he opened his eyes, his mother was gone, and there was still an endless, endless darkness in front of him, he was still curled up like a dog in the pile of gangue in this rising section, his hands were bloodied with coal pickaxes, the last soybean in his pocket had been eaten, and most of the oil in the oil lamp had been consumed, and the road ahead had not yet been opened......

He didn't dare to light the lamp when he was working.

In the darkness, man becomes very small; He sometimes felt that his body no longer existed, that he had been melted by the pervasive darkness of the depths of the earth, and that he himself had become an integral part of the darkness.

Darkness can drive people crazy.

After waking up from his sleep, he turned on the light again. When he turned around with the lamp, he was surprised to find that he had opened a large part of the gangue, and he measured it with his foot, and there were three steps. He was very excited, and he stubbornly decided that there would not be one more big step to block the gangue at the mouth of this alley, because he knew that the scale of the roadway would not be too large.

However, just as he was about to pick up the coal pickaxe and continue his path, he saw a wooden sign with a white arrow painted on it. The wooden plaque was nailed to the top of the shed leg with a large nail, the shed leg did not fall, the wooden plaque was intact, and the arrow on the wooden plaque clearly pointed in the direction he was working for.

He froze, barely believing his eyes! How is this possible? How is that possible? How can the arrows on two wooden plaques point in the same direction? The direction indicated by the red arrow is the passage to the well; The direction pointed by the white arrow is the depth of the well, and they should not be so consistent in any way!

He turned on the light, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the wooden sign again: That's right! His eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to play the wooden card with the coal pickaxe in his hand.

The wooden sign made a "bang" sound and did not move.

He still didn't believe it, and hurriedly retreated, thinking of the mahogany card to go and see what was going on, but after running back a few steps, his mind immediately turned away, and he remembered: the wooden sign with the red arrow was not nailed to the shed beam, but hung loosely from the shed beam with iron wire, and the explosion could have knocked it over several times.

He's fooled!

After understanding all this, he barely had time to cry, and he collapsed as if he had been hit in the head. His little head in a torn wicker hat slammed into the leg of the shed behind him, and the oil lamp in his hand fell to the pile of gangue, and the flame on the lamp jumped a few times before being extinguished......

He fainted.

What could be more cruel than that?

Fate loves to deceive those who are in desperate situations!

When consciousness returned, he once again realized in despair that all his previous efforts had been futile. That is to say, he used all his strength, and instead of taking a step closer to life, he drew much closer to death and to the grave. He was betrayed by fate. He's finished.

His spirit and body collapsed at the same time. He collapsed limply like a wretched, slaughtered pile of meat in the gangue nest he had dug himself. He stared at the shed beams in the darkness with wide eyes open, gasping for breath, waiting for the judgment of fate. He no longer had the strength to fight against fate, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

I don't know how long it was, I don't know how many ridiculous and terrible dreams I had, I don't know how many times he had passed out and woken up - he had long since lost the concept of time, and when he awoke for the last time, he heard a strange sound, which was kind and heavy, and it sounded incessantly and rhythmically, mixed with the sound of loose gangue collapsing, and he judged: there was someone beside him!

He barely believed his ears, and felt that he was dreaming. He pinched his thighs with all his might, but there was not much pain in his thighs; He put his arm to his mouth and bit it again, and then he felt the pain clearly. Many tears welled up in his eyes at once, and he wanted to shout, but he opened his mouth, but there was not enough strength in his chest to make him cry out.

He had to prick up his ears to listen, and he heard the "thump, thump" of something hitting the pile of gangue, the sound of the gangue collapsing, and even the heavy wheezing of a man from his chest. These noises did not come from behind him in the direction leading to the mouth of the well, but from behind the pile of gangue, which conclusively showed that there were people behind the gangue!

He thought: he wants to tell the man that his efforts have been successful and that there is still life around him. He felt that it was crucial to get this message across.

As long as that person knows that there is a living partner around him, the fire of life may shine brilliantly!

There is nothing more terrible than loneliness!

He grabbed a fist-sized gangue and struck it on one of the shed legs beside him.

The sound of gouging over there stopped, for about three or five seconds, and the same knock on the shed leg was heard.

He sat up at once, frantically threw himself in front of the pile of gangue, and continued to pick up the pile of gangue in front of him with his bloody hands. He felt that he was not saving another person's life, but his own! His life is closely linked to that person's life. He thought that with his own strength, he would not be able to get out of this hell, and only by saving that person could he be saved, and that man would inevitably take him out while opening up his own path to survival.

It didn't take much effort to dig it, and a big hole appeared in the gangue. He felt a cool wind blow through the mouth of the cave, which cleared his mind a little. At this moment, he heard an old and gloomy voice from the darkness at the entrance of the cave:

"Man, is there a fire?"

He hurriedly replied with a crying voice:

"Yes! Yes! I...... I still have lights! ”

"Quick! Man, hurry up, light the lights! ”

"Hey, I'll just order! Just order! ”

He fumbled in the darkness, and with little effort, he found his lamp—he was used to living in the dark, and his memory and sense of orientation were surprisingly good.

He struck a fire and lit the lamp.

Through the light, he saw the man's face clearly, and the man was actually the second brother and the second animal of his family:

"Second brother!"

"Bunny!"

"Second brother, hurry, climb over here!"

"Good! Good! Rabbit, you take this piece of meat first! ”

The second animal laboriously handed the black, soothy piece of horse meat to the mouth of the cave, and the little rabbit got up to take it. As soon as the two animals were loosened, the horse's meat slipped down from the hole, and the little rabbit was knocked down and fell into the gangue nest. Holding the filthy horse meat in his arms, the little rabbit's face was covered with tears, and suddenly, he could not suppress a wild laugh:

"Second brother, meat! Meat! Meat! Haha, haha...... We've got meat to eat! Hahahaha...... We're hungry...... Don't starve! Ha ......"

When the second animal struggled to crawl through the hole, the little rabbit was still laughing:

"Haha, meat! Meat! Meat! Hahahaha......"

The little rabbit trembled with laughter, and his eyes straightened with laughter.

The second animal was frightened, and raised his hand to slap the little rabbit in the face.

The slap was so hard that the little rabbit was stunned, and he let go of the horse meat in his arms and looked at the second animal blankly. The second animal suddenly held him tightly in his arms, gently stroked his face with the hand that had hit him just now, and said:

"Don't be afraid, rabbit, don't be afraid, we won't die! No! The guys on the kiln will save us! The people in the company will figure it out! Don't be afraid, rabbit! ”

The little rabbit lay in the arms of the second animal and cried:

"Second brother, with you...... I'm not afraid of you! ”

The second animal said:

"Come, let's eat some meat, let's go further, maybe someone in the alley ahead is saving us!"

Looking at the confident face of the second animal, the little rabbit was relieved, he felt that he had something to rely on, and he also believed like the second animal that the people on the ground would never die without help. At this moment, they must be doing everything possible to find them and rescue them, maybe they are digging those falling gangue miles outside this side alley!

He thought of his mother again, as if he saw his mother wearing the blue background and white flower cardigan, waiting for him to go to the kiln at the mouth of the big well.

He silently said to her in his heart:

"Mother! I'll climb up the kiln, I'm not going to die! I have my second brother with me! ”