When I was twenty years old, my world was a ravine. Every day when the sun rises, stones are carried from the east side of the ravine. Then back to the west side of the ravine. My companions are babies who grew up here, and they were sold at birth, just like me.

These people are old and young. The old ones are sixty or seventy years old, and the few are the babies who have just arrived. I once asked the oldest people about the situation outside the mountain, and they all shook their heads, saying that they had never gone out, and that they had been carrying stones here all their lives.

It seems that these traffickers have been buying baby quarrying for an unknown number of years.

We didn't go to school. No one knows words but me. We don't know what year it is, we don't know what's going on outside the mountain.

Sometimes I think, I'm afraid I don't know if the imperial system is restored outside.

Obviously, we are a bunch of slaves, and our daily work is to work. The people who watch over us are called the leaders. They are, like all textbooks, a group of vicious lords.

Recently, the person I know best is an old man in his seventies. His name was hemp rope.

The reason why I got together with this old man was completely the result of random assignment.

There were less than a hundred quarrymen, but this hundred also spontaneously formed a small society. Babies are constantly coming in this society. There are constantly old people dying, and in the replacement, there is also its tradition.

The tradition is that young people should help the elderly, and they can pull a hand. If you can help carry a stone, you can carry it once. We, the young people, have silently embraced this tradition, because it promises us that we will be treated like this when we are old.

And the old man I was assigned was hemp rope. It's fashionable to say that we formed support groups.

That night, the two of us sat together. He gave me half of the multigrain rice in his bowl and said, "I can't eat so much because I'm old." Young people eat a lot. There is no harm in eating a little more. ”

When I arrived, I thanked him and ate in silence. I don't have much gratitude for it. Because I know that every extra bite of food I eat now represents an extra stone to carry tomorrow.

The hemp rope asked me; "Young man, what name did you give yourself?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood: we people have no father or mother, so naturally we have chosen our own names.

I thought about it for a while and said, "My name is Zhao Mang." ”

When I said these two words, I couldn't hold back the tears. I've been here for twenty years. Even if you escape tomorrow and find your way back to your hometown. Both parents are also old. Even if I recognize them, will they still know me?

When I return to Huaicheng now, can I still find Xue Qian? What happened to the Zhong Kui tattoo on his back?

What about Mr. Lui? I spread my palms and looked at it. The palm of his hand was covered with thick calluses, but the red Lu character was never erased. I thought in my heart: The two of us are destined to meet in this reincarnation, but I don't know how many years or how many lives we will have to wait.

I was thinking about it, but Ma Cheng said to me with a panicked face, "Young man, your name is very good." Sounds like a nobleman like a chief. ”

I was stunned for a moment: "Chief? ”

Ma Rope nodded: "When I was ten years old, the leader came once. At the age of forty, the chief came again, but by this time the old leader was dead, and his son came. I'm over 70 years old this year, and I'm afraid the leader is coming soon. ”

I nodded and didn't speak again.

The next day, we started carrying stones again. The hemp rope followed me, and most of his stones were carried by me.

Since then, the two of us have formed a tacit understanding. Every day, I helped him eat the meal, and correspondingly, the stone also helped him carry it.

After three years of this kind of life, I gradually felt hopeless. I'm afraid I'm going to die here.

I once instigated the quarrymen to rebel with me and escape. But no one promised. Because there is a legend here, word of mouth. There was an army outside the valley, and all who escaped were killed.

This news made me a little depressed, and I certainly don't believe that this ravine has a government background. My concern is that these traffickers have set up a private army outside. In that case, there will be no way for us to escape.

In the evening, I quietly thought, this life has been spent in the back of the stone? For **, this is indeed a kind of suffering, but it is very different from the suffering of reincarnation described by Ma Mian. With this thought in my heart, I slowly fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, from the next day, those leaders had new rules. The old man who can't stand up straight doesn't have to come out to carry stones, and naturally he won't have anything to eat.

Although hemp rope is only eaten half of each meal, there is a world of difference between not eating and only eating half of the meal.

The hemp rope whispered to me that this was a ploy by the leaders to starve the old people to death, so as not to waste food.

The next day, the hemp rope stood up like a gun. The heavy stone was on his back, and he was so tired that he was sweating coldly.

Actually, all the old people came out on this day, and their thoughts were the same as hemp rope. It was tiring to carry stones, but they didn't want to die even more.

The leader apparently found out about the situation, but he didn't crack it. Instead, it is strictly forbidden for young people to help old people carry stones. As a result, everyone is in torment.

The old man is old, and every step is painful. And young people are also very painful, because the traditions that are so easily formed have been broken lightly. It is conceivable that when we grow old, without the support of young people, I am afraid that the end will be a hundred times more miserable.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore and secretly helped the old man carry the stone. This act was rewarded with a stormy whipping.

A total of twenty people were punished.

Quarrymen have been slaves since birth, and they don't know how to resist at all, but I understand that I watch their eyes.

The whip fell on them, and they had nothing but fear, not anger.

I carried a stone. I found that there was more pain in their eyes, but there was still no anger.

When I was carrying the stone for the third time, I saw the beaten quarryman's body bulging with bruises, and his right hand was clutching the stone tightly. I knew my chance had come.

I yelled, "Why don't you take the whip off?" Wouldn't it be good for us to be the leaders ourselves and let them be quarrymans? The army outside won't find out. ”

There were only twenty angry quarrymans. But they will set fire to a hundred under them.

Soon, there was a roar from the crowd, and we rushed forward howling. What the army outside, what the slaves, all forgotten. They were seduced by my thoughts. Chastity Page Field Technique.

I jumped excitedly and rushed forward at the slave. I knew I could finally get out.

However, after I had run a dozen steps, there was a sudden silence behind me.

I saw the quarrymen retreat and stand on the ground in fear.

I looked up and saw a man with a tall figure walking slowly. This man is young, but he is not angry.

The leader knelt down and shouted, "This is our new leader, kneel." ”

The slaves knelt down in unison. Only I stood on the stone. My heart was cold: it's over, all the plans are over.

The leader glanced at me and said with a faint smile: "My name is Wu Guang." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then said as little as possible without being arrogant: "My name is Zhao Mang." ”

Wu Guang was obviously a little surprised when he heard my name, he looked at me with interest, and then praised: "Courageous." How dare you lead these slaves to rebellion. ”

Then he leaned into my ear and whispered, "But you don't understand, slaves are slaves, and the resentment in their hearts is like morning dew, which dissipates as soon as the sun comes out." ”

He smirked at himself, "I am the sun." ”

Then, he asked the quarryman lightly: "Why did you rebel?" ”

Hemp rope is the oldest of us. He had already seen three generations of leaders, so he wasn't as scared as the rest. So he told the story honestly.

Wu Guang took the whip from the leader's hand. Then he whipped the leader and said to him, "You are wrong. ”

The leader's head lay on the ground and said in fear, "Yes." ”

At this time, I heard a tsunami of hooplay behind me. Those slaves looked at Wu Guang with gratitude.

It's just a whip.

I haven't recovered from the shock yet. Wu Guang pointed at me: I will take this person.