It is said that the moment I was born, I was covered in blood and cried, but I refused to open my eyes.

The midwife immediately took me aside to clean up. According to the plan, the person who gave birth to me should be transferred immediately by a special person, with only one purpose: to separate the mother and the child, and never see each other again.

For the mission of the one who gave birth to the baby has been accomplished. She will never be the first person the baby sees, and she will never be present in the baby's life.

When the midwife was concentrating and struggling to clean up for me, the baby (that is, me) was snatched away by a pair of hands that suddenly reached out next to me, and the midwife looked at it and saw that it was none other than a woman who had just given birth on the delivery bed!

"Guard, guard!" cried the midwife, for she knew that she could not afford to miss the baby.

The woman suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the midwife's neck without hesitation, with great force, and the midwife lost her voice instantly.

The woman held me tightly in her arms with her other hand and pressed her lips to my face, and it is said that tears rolled down her face.

Four guards rushed in from outside the delivery room, directly using equipment, and instantly subdued the woman.

The woman howled like a beast, but could no longer touch the baby. She was carried by four men and taken away from me. Take it away forever.

I didn't open my eyes the whole time.

The place where I was born is called "Source Garden", the Garden of Origin. I was placed in one of several large rooms in the Source Garden, with a large transparent window that opened onto a large hallway. The hallways were filled with excited, eager people.

I lay side by side with several babies born on the same day. Each person has a small bed, and on each cot is a sign with the gender and number.

We lay there quietly, or quietly, waiting for someone outside the transparent window to pick us up and take us home.

That day, in that room, all the little babies were picked up, except for me. For I would not open my eyes, and my face was calm, and my breath was sluggish, as if I were dead.

Therefore, it was originally that the adults and Mrs. should go to the Source Garden together, but when they were about to go out, the Mrs. suddenly felt unwell and could not make the trip, so in the end she had to let the eldest brother accompany the adults to the Source Garden to choose the baby.

When they arrived, all the fresh babies born that day had been picked up, and I was the only one left.

The baby assistant patted me gently, hoping that I would open my eyes, or give me a chirp to prove to adults and my brother that I was alive and healthy. But I was unmoved, snoring softly, and fell asleep.

The adults promised Madame that they would bring back a baby today anyway, and now I am the only one left, so there is no need to choose.

For some reason, the adult refused to hug me, and the assistant teacher handed me to him, but he just approached me and glanced at it hurriedly, but did not take it, and turned his face to the eldest brother to explain: "Hold her." ”

Poor my 800-year-old brother, dumbfounded, stiff, and before he could react, a pink, soft, chubby little animal was in his arms.

One of the things that made him feel strange, even frightened, was that I was warm.

A warm, warm baby with body temperature makes the big brother extremely uncomfortable. Later, he told me that the feeling of holding me in his arms for the first time was very strange...... How can I say it, it's a little nauseous and I want to throw up......

It took me a long time before I could understand, after all, I hadn't touched anything warm for hundreds of years...... Brother is so pathetic.

It's warm, but it's no different from dying, because I've been sleeping soundly and never waking up.

A long sound sleep.

When I woke up, I was 16 years old.

So they never knew what color my eyes were.

Afterwards, they mentioned what happened to me the day I woke up, and I was still confused. Yes, that's right, it was the most important day of the year, and it was my big day, and it was his 900th birthday, and that was probably my birthday, a girl who had fallen asleep and had been forgotten by almost everyone, woke up without warning on the day she turned 16.

There is only one thing that is fairly consistent among the various versions of the day I woke up: Big Brother was definitely the first to notice that I woke up.

Yes, my eldest brother - through the clouds. On that day, he turned 900 years old, and everyone gathered in the garden early, wanting to give him a simple and warm birthday banquet first, and then go to the more grand and solemn event, and then I saw my eldest brother staggering in front of everyone, his face was blue, his eyes were red, his palms were up, he was stiff, and ten thousand horses were galloping in his mouthpiece, but he couldn't break out. Everyone had never seen the appearance of piercing the clouds, and the noise gradually quieted down.

They could hear the slight rattling of bones in Cloudpiercing's body.

A 900-year-old star in the clan turned out to be so out of shape.

"She woke up. Chuanyun finally said.

"What's awake?

"Nice. It's Meiyi who has woken up. ”

The good will is me.

I couldn't wake up when I was carried to my wife, I couldn't wake up when I was changed into a snow-white robe with the family crest, and I couldn't wake up when I was pushed out of a small pale blue baby basket to meet my distant relatives and neighbors.

They call me by name, Meiyi. It is said that the day before I was born, I dreamed that a little girl was running barefoot in the forest, her face was snow-white, her curls were flying, and she looked back while running, and someone was faintly shouting in the depths of the forest: Meiyi...... Kindness......

So when the adults saw me for the first time, although I didn't open my eyes, but the snow white and crystalline, one end of the skin curls, the adults immediately thought of the dream of the night before, remembered the little curly girl named "Meiyi". So, Meiyi became my name.

They whispered, shouted, shook my little body, pinched my fat face with cold fingers, played concerts next to me, told cold jokes, took me on a small air train, put me in the middle of a crowd of screaming and beating children...... I still can't wake up.

After three years, they finally despaired and gave up. The beautiful name "Meiyi", coupled with this sleeping doll that is getting gray and fat, as if it will never wake up, is like a big irony.

There is only one person. He wouldn't give up. He's my eldest brother - Piercing the Clouds. He spent more time with me than ever before. Feeding me a bottle, combing my hair, telling me stories, rubbing maple leaf gel on my cheeks, singing softly when no one is around, or doing nothing, a book, he could sit in a chair next to my little bed, spend the whole day, occasionally get up, come over, and look down at me as if intently studying a rare plant. It was a quiet, cold face, and lips the lightest rose color. There was a little bit of distress. And a little bit shy.

How could I know so clearly?

Because I'm always awake, I just can't open my eyes, I can't move, I can't speak.