Two more days passed, and he was thirsty and hungry, and his body's need for energy made him very much hope that the clown would come here soon, or at least he would give himself a can of milk.

He wondered if he was going to starve to death if the clown didn't show up.

When the radio of the kindergarten downstairs sounded again, the mouse came out to wander around without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

He had always been afraid of these things, and suddenly he had an idea.

I don't know what it tastes like to eat raw rat meat?

When he had this idea, the rat seemed to have telepathy, and he slipped into the mouse hole and never came out.

However, when the mouse was busy running over the water pipe by the wall to the mouse hole, it was he inspired.

Why didn't he think of it earlier? I don't know where this water pipe leads? But will there be water in it?

If this pipe breaks, what will happen, will the water flood the gold mountain?

So from that time on, he began to knock the pipe with the iron chain in his hand, hoping that the rusty pipe would not be so strong and would be easily broken.

However, the pipe, which looked like it was going to break soon, was very strong.

One day came, and another night came.

In the middle of the night, he felt like he couldn't hold on.

Vertigo came after spo, and several times, he fainted without warning.

When he woke up again, he felt damp beneath him, and his ears seemed to hear the sound of water seeping out quietly.

It's the pipe, it's starting to seep out, and it needs to give it one last blow.

Trying to move to the place of the pipe, he stuck out his tongue and licked and licked at the connection of the pipe.

It was this little bit of rust-smelling water that seeped out that gave him strength.

Things in the world are often like this, when you have only one last effort left after a thousand efforts, but you don't know that the last one will be successful, so you give up at this time.

This final blow came from the strength of his feet, although the iron chain tied to his feet was pulled at that moment, and there was a piercing pain, which made him more sober.

The connection of the rusty water pipe was completely disconnected, and in the quiet of the night, he seemed to hear the sound of water rushing out happily.

He lay beneath the pipe, greedily drinking the slag-laden water that flowed from the pipe.

Tap water has never tasted magical this night.

He drank the taste of Coke, oh no, and the smell of milk, even the taste of milk tea, Fanta, Sprite.

There are more and more of these waters, mixed with various beverage flavors, like rainbow candy in the sky.

He felt that he couldn't drink it anymore, and in the last blur, he felt that he was floating in the air, a particularly comfortable feeling.

The water flowed down the crack in the door, down the crack in the balcony, all the way to the terrace of the kindergarten on the fourth floor, down the closed security door, and down the staircase.

Soon, Building 2 descended from the 10th floor and formed a waterfall.

There was even an aunt on the first floor who took a bucket to wash her clothes.

Some people are saying that they are afraid that the water pipe upstairs has burst or that they have forgotten to turn off the water tap.

The property man came and kicked the door open, and they found the boy.

The ambulance roared, and the boy, although unconscious, was in a stable state of life.

There is never a shortage of crowds in this world, and the bottom of Building 2 is crowded with onlookers.

The gossip was endless, and everyone speculated about who had tied the boy to the room on the tenth floor.

An Xiaoli looked haggard, she was not the first to come to the scene.

She was lying on the sofa in the house, and when she was so desperate that she wanted to die, an enthusiastic neighbor came and knocked on the door, saying that she had found Ding Zixuan.

She stood up, her legs nearly collapsing.

The neighbor said, "Don't worry, the child is still alive." ”

A huge surprise struck, and the surprise came so suddenly that she fainted completely.

But it didn't last long, the neighbor gave her some boiling water, and she woke up again.

When she arrived, Ding Zixuan had already been carried down from the upper floor and put into the ambulance.

"Xuan, my son~~~"

She cried very movingly, the kind of crying that cried loudly.

She said, "I'm not going to force you to study again......"

The ambulance whizzed in and out again.

Building 2 is calm again, and the waterfall that flows down from the 10th floor has stopped.

No one noticed that he had been watching all this from the crowd.

Yes, he came a step too late.

When he remembered that there was such a little boy here, the boy had already been discovered by someone else.

He could only silently watch the boy being rescued, and he could do nothing. Try to restrain the tormented urge in your heart.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts that were sprinting in his mind.

I don't know what's going on lately, and my mind is getting more and more messy.

At one point, he couldn't even remember who he was.

In the past few days, the assistant has arranged several activities against his wishes, and coping with these activities has made him more and more tired and more and more impulsive to break down.

In the busy intervals, he always felt as if he had forgotten something, but the more he tried to remember, the more he couldn't remember.

A feeling of stalemate in my heart stirred up all the internal organs, and it seemed that they were all falling one by one.

He erupted, asking the assistant to push off all the activity, he needed to rest, he needed to be quiet.

The young female assistant seemed to try to persuade him, saying that he had to try to seize every opportunity to make money while there were still people who remembered him, and not wait until the daylily was cold and all opportunities were gone.

He glared at the assistant fiercely and spoke harshly.

"Who is the boss, me or you? If you dare to say one more word, I will kill you. Don't you see that what I need is rest? ”

Perhaps it was his fierce appearance that frightened the assistant, who never dared to say a word again.

After a day of lying groggily at home, he fell into a dream.

In the dream, he became a little boy, a little boy who sat in a classroom and studied hard.

He tried hard to see the little boy's face, but he couldn't.

When I woke up, I was covered in stinky sweat.

After taking a shower, my mind seems to be much clearer.

He suddenly remembered that in a room in a building in that neighborhood, there seemed to be a little boy being held there.

I can't remember how many days have passed, and the little boy is still alive?

I grabbed two cartons of milk from the refrigerator and rushed downstairs.

But he was still a step too late, and the little boy was discovered by someone else.

He was a little annoyed, how could he forget such an important thing?

He has more to do.

For example, teach the boy the wrong question in the unit test.

Or, torturing him is also a chic pleasure.