"Well ..." Qiu Yutong was still confused. He stared at the old yellow tent over his head and moved his fingers very hard.

Still can't move.

Qiu Yutong couldn't help but feel discouraged, but comforted himself. It doesn't matter. Relax, try again.

He gritted his teeth tightly and struggled for a while, the little finger of his right hand finally moved extremely slightly.

Moved! He couldn't help but feel a little joy, and at this moment, there was a loud bang in his ear suddenly, as if someone had knocked something over.

Qiu Yutong blinked his eyes and did n’t understand what was going on. He screamed again in his ear, "Ahhhhhh--"

The high-pitched scream almost punctured his tympanic membrane, but he couldn't raise his hand at all, let alone cover his ears, only to lie in bed and stare.

"..." So, what the **** is going on?

After thinking for a while, Qiu Yutong tried hard to twist his neck, and finally tilted his heavy head slightly to the side.

In front of me is a very dilapidated adobe house. The thatched ceiling has been darkened. The uneven yellow mud wall is hung with two small salted fish. The tables and chairs are very shabby. There is a stool and even one leg is missing. Still standing steadily.

Qiu Yutong was too late to sigh the dilapidated level of the house, because at this moment, a 13-year-old girl stared at him desperately, and the whole person shivered with fright, and seemed to be able to scream again at any time.

The little girl was black, thin, and short, and under her feet was a spilled laundry tub. The water splashed to the ground, and it seemed to be the owner of the room.

"You, are you alive ?!" she shuddered.

"Cough ..." Qiu Yutong opened his mouth reluctantly, only to feel that his throat was sore and sore, and his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't speak at all.

The little girl saw his lips moving and shivered again: "You, are you really alive?"

Qiu Yutong tried it, or he was speechless and could only think vaguely, what is "alive"? Isn't it "waking up"?

The two stood deadlocked in such an embarrassing moment. Perhaps they could not see him, and the little girl seemed less afraid, and stepped forward with courage: "Why are you alive?"

"..." Qiu Yutong was really speechless. He took a deep breath and held back the severe pain in his throat, trying his best to move his stiff tongue, and finally said the first sentence, "Zili wet ..."

He only said a few words, then he stopped.

This sound is too unpleasant ... and how the tongue is made, the syllables that come out are not that much!

"... You're thirsty?" The little girl understood what she was doing, quickly took a gourd scoop hanging from the yellow mud wall, scooped a small half spoon of water from the adjacent water tank, and carefully leaned to Qiu Yutong's mouth.

Qiu Yutong tried to lower his head, barely drank two sips of water, and sprinkled half of it. Then he took a breath and finally finished the sentence: "Cough, what is this place? Why am I here?"

The little girl stared at him: "You say first, are you a ghost or a monster?"

Qiu Yutong could hardly cry or laugh: "I am not a ghost, nor a monster, I am a human being."

The little girl said flatly: "Impossible! My grandfather said, you are a lotus root!"

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