She sat up, picked up the stone on one side, and drew a line on the wall with all her strength. She just counted. Thirty-five days, more than a month, and maybe more. When did she come here?
, she has forgotten everything. She even forgot how old she is, what job she does, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, and everything else.
And she shook her head, sometimes she would have an illusion that those days in the past were her dreams, and that the branding of transvestites, computers, instant noodles, and electric lights were only in a fictional story.
But now her life is normal and she is awake.
She lay down again, a little listless. There were always days when she would have such negative thoughts.
Living alone is really tiring.
As long as a person lives, he will also go crazy.
She felt that she had a perverted thought in her mind. Should she just jump into the river, hit a tree, or just starve to death without eating. She would be alone in such endless days.
, plus a rabbit, who just eats and sleeps every day, and sleeps and eats. This way of living is really boring.
The rabbit rubbed her leg, and she got up lazily, took a pancake, separated it from the middle, and threw a piece down. After a while, the little rabbit had already bitten it, and she had just eaten it.
The other piece tasted pretty good, and it was the only place where she felt some comfort.
There are also things that are edible and can be saved so that you don’t have to go hungry.
I won't turn into Tarzan, right? She suddenly covered her face. She really couldn't imagine that one day, she would turn into a female version of Tarzan, howling in the middle of the tree, and pulling a
The tree vines jumped around like monkeys, and their whole bodies were covered with hair.
God, let her die.
Anyway, she will never be a female version of Tarzan, absolutely not.
When asked the current question, she sighed again and sat up. The white rabbit seemed to understand her loss at this time. It was timid and fearful at first, but now it was squirming and lying on her side.
At her feet, a pair of red eyes stared at her.
"Thank you," she stretched out her hand, thinking of stroking the fur of the white rabbit, but she was afraid of scaring the timid rabbit, so in the end she forgot about it and put her hand on herself again.
With his head under his head, he began to think wildly and thoughtfully.
The longer this went on, the more confused she seemed to be about her future.
Tell her what will happen tomorrow, tell her whether she can still go out, tell her whether she will simply die of old age here, and then there won't even be anyone to collect the body.
"Alas..." She sighed again, and suddenly she felt some furry feeling on her face. She turned over, stretched out her hand and put it on the little white rabbit's head. The little white rabbit's body seemed to be twitching.
, but did not run.
"Little guy, you are so courageous," she tapped the white rabbit's ears, then took another piece of firewood and threw it into the fire. She didn't want to move today. Anyway, she still had some food in storage. If she was hungry, she would
Just make do with it.
You can still hear the whistling wind outside. The wind has become stronger and stronger in the past few days, and there are more and more leaves and branches blown down on the ground, so she has doubled the amount she picked up recently.
But, it was because of this that she started to get annoyed.