I was originally 1.7 meters tall and 60kg in weight. I looked chubby. I had a real lordosis, but I couldn't lift my back. I was a famous big guy in the department, but now I have become a little guy.
"Little girl, eat something. It's such a pity that you are only seven or eight years old." The old woman brought the dinner plate to Zhuang Qianqian and motioned for her to eat.
Seven or eight years old! I am only seven or eight years old. Zhuang Qianqian realized that she was definitely not acting, nor was she in a dream. She was decapitated and decapitated at midnight. The words of the jailer made her who was hungry just now lose her appetite.
How can I think about eating when my life is about to die?
She squatted in the corner and carefully recalled the last memory in her head.
It was a night, and the moon was extraordinarily round and bright, hanging in the sky, shining softly. She and a few friends got up and drove to the wild camping. They were watching the moon in the tent and chatting. Then, what happened next.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Qianqian's head felt dizzy again. She was almost dead, so she had to be clear about what happened after the chat. After resting for a while, she finally remembered the vague impression.
She remembered that suddenly, a big stone rolled up from nowhere. Finally, the stone and the tent rolled down the steep slope with her. It was clearly a cliff.
She remembered that she was falling rapidly like a free fall, her internal organs seemed to have been evacuated, and the wind in her ears was whistling. She remembered that her eyes were always looking at the moon in the sky. Suddenly, a cold light flashed,
She didn't know anything anymore.
As for when I landed and how I got here, I have no memory at all.
Fortunately, God was merciful and gave me a second life, but this second life is too short. In a few hours, I will go to the underworld again. Alas, this is called walking towards death.
Itinerary.
"Little girl, you have to die as a ghost." The old woman on the side urged.
Yes, even if I die, I have to be a dead ghost. It’s not that I don’t work hard, it’s that I have bad luck, so I can only resign myself to fate.
What else can I do if I don't accept fate? I really want to live, but I'm afraid that God won't give me this chance.
What a pity, what a pity! Otherwise, with my current appearance, I might turn upside down all sentient beings when I grow up!