第十八章 (第3/5页)

pedyarn，andconnectedtothetrunk，andthenslowlybegantounravelaroundmesilk.

    Whenthesolutiontoone5andmybodylikeaballoontobreakthethread，driftingup.

    Smallsevenseizedholdofmyhand，andhasbeenfixedinthetree‘sstickintomyhands.

    Clutchingmystick，smallseventhesilkthreadandputacirclearoundyourtrunk，finallywasnarrowlymissedup.

    Ihandholdingastickandfeetboundwithasilkthread，bodysidewayssuspendedinmid-air，recentlythefruitofonebranch，therearemorethanametreawayfrommeon，duetothegravitationalpullup，Ican‘tmovesideways，smallsevenscrollatthebottomofthebodyagainsttheroots，handsgrippingthesilkthread，nervousstaringatme.

    Nowhavetoswingup，lookslikeadreamspaceisforceandlaw，allthingsarenotmearing.

    Thethreadontheanklehasleintomeat，xiaoqisaidInowisconsciousnessoflife，butwhypainandfeelingisthesameastheoutside

    NowIwaslikeastrongwindblowsthekite，thatmorethanonemeterdistanceinfront，thebutagainliketheskyoutofreach.

    Bodyupwardpullforceismoreandmorebig，thebodyisnotoutside

    Sevenloosenthestick，Isaidtoher，thestickistiedtoatree，smallsevennowtwohandsarepulledmyanklessilk，adult...

    Ilookedaroundagain，itseemsmorethickfog!

    Cutit，cutoffastickofsilkIshouted...

    Xiaoqi，youlistentome，ifIcan‘tgetthefruit，isquitelong，theWolfinmypoison，xiaoqiafterhearingthissentenceoneleng，thentightlybithislip.

    Smallseven，Icounttothreeyoucutastickthread，weonlyhaveonechance，Icried，thefoghasbeenbetweenmeandshebegantorise.

    A...

    Withastickinthemoment，IadjusttheAngle，putastickontherecentfruitlunthepast...

    Pa...

    Smallseven，pull!

    Ah...

    Thebodyduetotheinertiajusttoshakeastick，fiercelyandroseup，smallsevensongsisbecomingmoreandmorebig...

    Smallsevenvoicedown，butrisingtrendstopped，notonlystayed，slowlybegantofall.

    Appearsinadreamlifeconsciousnessofthespace，isnotisaballofgas，oramirrorofwhat，lifeconsciousnessisalsoalivinglife!

    Seven，beforeIdidn‘tconcept，thedreamtreecouldbesohigh，I‘vejustcomeinatthattimewhatisthestatus

    Xiaoqididnotrespondtome，thebodyinalittlebitofdrop，finallyIholdthetreetrunks，Iusethetrunkcross-legged，handsandhug.

    Golookingforfruit，quick!

    Idon‘tknowhowlong，onthefeelingthatIwasgoingtoletgo，nextsecondbodywrappedup，likeablanketwrappedhimself，attachedtothetrunkandhimselfwererolledup.

    Ilookeddownisseven，herfacebecamepale，lefthand‘spalmpartfourfingersareallgone，bloodflowiseverywhere...

    Shedidn‘tspeak，onesidewithscrollbodytightlyrolledme，withfairlygood‘srighthandisthefruitofthedream，inmymouth.

    Flowingdownmytearsstreamdown，mouthbiteadreamfruit，smallseven......

    Atpresentawhirl，IknowIwillintothememoryspace.

    Didnotlikethefirsttime，Icanthroughthetouchofhandknowwhothisisabout，where