With a sharp pain in my head, panic and despair, I almost fainted, and the buzzing in my ears, the calls of Hundred and the Doctor, I gradually recovered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

My eyes opened again, and I had a headache.

Hundred was so frightened that he was about to burst into tears, and the doctor's eyes were solemn.

One, you're awake, the doctor whispered to me.

Well? I'm not dead, am I? I was tired and had no strength. The blood on his face has also clotted.

Just now, from the hole in the cave above my head, a grinning bat with four long, sharp teeth came out of it, and it moved rapidly down at me.

At this moment, the doctor found out, quickly took out the military dagger in the suitcase, a few arrow steps, the dagger that was tightened, pressed in the direction above my head, accompanied by a long cry of the toothed bat, the dagger accurately pierced the bat's back, penetrated the round belly, crimson blood sprayed out, splashed on my head, and flowed down, from my face, mixed with my tears.

And the last of my Doctor's angry eyes, and the dagger that swooped down on me, in an instant, I had no room to maneuver to dodge, creating the illusion that I had been assassinated, and blood was constantly flowing down.

The doctor took out a small military kettle into his jacket pocket, mixed it with a little honey, and poured a few sips into me, who was weak and limp on the ground, and I was expressionless, drank a few sips of honey water, and slowly regained my energy and consciousness.

Bai comforted me on the side and said, I'm scared to death, you can wake up, caressing my bloody and tearful face.

Was it scared or did you hit your head on the ground and cry so many tears? Still have a headache? Hundred asked softly.

I whispered, it didn't hurt much, it was just a moment just now, it made me think of something, and my eyes looked at the hundred weakly.

Can you stand up? The doctor asked me anxiously, too.

No, let me lie down again.

The doctor fed me another saliva of honey water and a packet of compressed biscuits.

I began to gasp for breath, as if this grotto, the world outside the grotto, was frozen at this time, and I could hear the heartbeats of the doctors and hundreds around me.

And my heartbeat slowly recovered, starting to turn from slow to fast.

I exhaled and slowly stood up, crouching in place, head deeply bowed.

And at this time, on the manhole cover, the two black shadows of a certain house in the three X Litun stretched longer and longer, and in an instant, they finally stopped fixing, and the tall figure, trembling, was paralyzed and disappeared under the strong light.

At the door illuminated by the light, the young man in the cap looked left and right, and then inserted the Huawei Gashi mobile phone into the inner pocket of his jacket and walked away.

Under the smog of Beijing, it seems that the snow is going to fall at this moment, but it is not, only falling, and the endless dust particles want to make the night become a red quilt after its hustle and bustle.

Next to this remote street, the manhole cover sewer has three floors.

Hundred breathed a sigh of relief, I shook my head, shook my hair, and wiped away the congealed bat blood and tears that had not yet dried from my face, and my face seemed to grow even more flowery, like a street scavenger in a blood-colored mask.

The doctor asked again, "Are you alright?"

It's fine, it's just that my head still hurts a little and I'm a little dizzy, but it's not a big deal, I gasped a few times, my eyes were drowsy.

I slowly stood up and looked around, the stone box tied by two chains seemed to spin above my head, and all the rock holes seemed to be moving around like countless eyes.

The doctor saw that I was a little unsteady on my feet, and told me to sit down and rest for a while, and then set off later.

Let's go? Where to go? Without much thought, an image appeared in my mind.

In the lower grade classroom of Gongzhan Primary School in Quanzhou City, the primary school Chinese teacher taught the end of a text.

The Chinese teacher reads the Chinese textbook with it

Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, everything is concerned

We children, we can't turn a blind eye to the world's affairs and don't care about anything.

From small family affairs, to national affairs, to big world affairs,

Parents or siblings at home, you should care about national affairs, you should take responsibility for yourself, and be a person who contributes to the society and the country.

As for children, they can also watch more news on TV, or newspapers and magazines bought by parents or grandparents to learn about the world.

The children suddenly realized,

The Chinese teacher held the textbook and moved his eyes downward.

Now there is a discussion about the family affair, and the children make up new words based on the dream of the family.

The children looked at each other, not knowing how to make words.

The Chinese teacher continued to point out, for example, what kind of family the students dream of becoming in the future.

Please raise your hands to speak,

At this time, some children came to their senses and hurriedly raised their hands.

I'm going to be a scientist, and a guy who only knows that being a scientist is a new word stands up,

The Chinese teacher was overjoyed at this time, well, this student's dream is very great, and the students applauded.

A classmate who usually likes to make small things with sticks, pieces of paper, duct tape, etc. to play and show off stood up,

I want to be an inventor, the Chinese teacher gave a thumbs up, and the students applauded,

I want to be a gourmet, how delicious I can cook, a slightly chubby classmate stood up, and the classmate next to him grinned at this time,

But it didn't impress his firm dream, he said as he burped, and a classmate next to him secretly pulled out one of the spicy strips in his drawer.

The Chinese teacher smiled softly with a beautiful smile on her face.

This dream is not bad, and the students applauded.

Seeing that the other students received everyone's applause, my heart also itched and throbbed.

I want to be a writer.

At this time, I stood in a daze, looking at the teacher and the desktop with my head a little lower, but I was too shy to look into the eyes of the Chinese teacher, because in all the places I could see, she was the most beautiful, fair and delicate skin, gradually plump breasts and fat buttocks, and the woman who graduated from the Normal University had a youthful vigor and graceful body fragrance.

I didn't dare to get too close, and the wind with the soft scent that passed by outside the classroom made me shy and shy.

But at this time, the students looked at each other and whispered curiously and suspiciously.

A classmate who always likes to get to the bottom of things and actively speaks loudly shouted at the teacher.

Teacher, what is sitting at home?

Do you sit at home every day?

The discussion of the classmates is louder, do you have the dream of sitting at home every day?

The students expressed their curiosity and surprise.

At this time, the Chinese teacher waved his hand, yes, there are writers, writers, writers who are writers, not writers who sit at home.

The classmate who didn't stop asking the bottom of the matter continued to speak and asked,

What is a writer?

The other students turned their eyes to the Chinese teacher, waiting for the teacher's reply with bright eyes.

As for writers, they are writers, that is, they are like the diaries that our classmates usually write.

At this time, the students suddenly realized, oh talking about it, it turns out that the writer writes a diary.

Of course, I kept standing, and the Chinese teacher explained to the students.

One, please sit down, the students applauded him.

At this time, my long-awaited applause echoed in my ears, like a popsicle on a hot summer day, licking into my heart.

I thought to myself, after waiting for so long, I finally got the applause of my classmates, and I sat down with a burst of vanity and enjoyment in my heart.

As soon as the student who spoke enthusiastically saw me sit down, he quickly raised his hand, as if he had thought of something.

I'm going to be a navigator so I can travel the world.

The students were a little puzzled, and the Chinese teacher explained that they could be the captain of the ship and sell a lot of goods to many countries.

Wow, at this time, the one who wanted to be a gourmand shouted to the navigator classmate, wow, you can use your boat to carry more food back in the future, and I will go to you.

At this time, the classmates laughed again.

The Chinese teacher was also happy, and the other students,

Bring me some toys back,

And some female classmates,

Get me some nice clothes and come back.

At this time, there was a lively discussion in the class, and everyone was thinking about what they wanted.

The Chinese teacher made a quiet gesture,

The students were quiet, this student sat down, everyone applauded and encouraged,

The students burst into innocent applause again.

And I, in order to get applause again, vanity, evilly wanted to stand up and say that I wanted to be a painter, and that I was painting,

was the first in the class, and even the level of admiration by the classmates, but the Chinese teacher was also surprised.

I muttered to myself why I wasn't talking about a painter, and most of the diaries I wrote were memorable or I was sick and my mother fed me medicine.

And a classmate who didn't know how to draw at all raised his hand and stood up,

I want to be a painter in the future, and after another round of applause, the Chinese teacher is still reminding,

Every student should applaud, put your hand on the table, let me take a look, don't be lazy.

I clenched my hands and stared at the classmate who sat down, and I missed the applause of my classmate as a painter.

And my brain kept spinning.

It's time for you to take your medicine, it's time for you to take your medicine, it's time for you to take your medicine,

And the surrounding grottoes have slowly stopped rotating,

My spirit is slowly recovering well,

The doctor then asked again, One, is it better, I nodded, it was better, and looked at a sharp-toothed bat at my feet that had been stabbed in the belly with a military dagger,

It seems that I suddenly understand that many things are not what I see, many things, not what I think, I thought, I didn't think.

In a certain residence in Sanlitun, the shirtless handsome man slammed the glass window open, and in the distance under the window, the young man in the peaked hat took off his hat, patted and sorted out his red hairstyle, held the Furong King, and spit out a puff of smoke.

Three floors below the manhole cover, I finally stabilized my mind, but a stream of air around me was about to spray out.