With this certificate, I saved a lot of fares. Unfortunately, the taxi driver does not recognize this certificate. If the taxi is as loving as the bus driver, then there must be full of love in the world and full of love. Forget it, I didn’t think of such a good thing, of course I haven’t tried it. I know this is impossible. The bus driver is driving for the company, and they don’t care if I don’t have the money for the car. But the taxi driver is driving for himself. If I owe them money, will I go there?

I think three months have made me realize something. We are all trapped in our own world. No one can come out of this world. If we want to come out, we have to rely on ourselves in the end. People are born in the same family, and what kind of fate is, we can’t blame anyone. Life is really a soap opera, either a bloody life or a scam plot. Such diseases and the insulated box are not a place where people like me can stay.

During the two months, I just wanted to sleep well inside, and the sound of steps in the corridor would scare me. These nurses were like fighting every day, and they always ran around and scared me to death. The key is not to let me sleep well. If a person doesn’t have a good rest, how can he get the spirit? If he doesn’t have the spirit, how can he resist? If he doesn’t resist, how can I go out? There are piles of people. These days, why do you say that there are so many people giving birth to children, and how can he give birth to so many sick children?

I think this is the punishment of society to us humans. We pollute society and make nature filthy, like black flames, burning in the bottomless abyss. Finally, the black flames burned on humans, and the consequences we have created ourselves have to be tried by ourselves. Nowadays, people live too fast, and many of us only see physical indicators, but forget mental indicators is also very important. There is no such simple way to have children. God has instructed wise men to do research. People with mental illnesses have a chance of giving birth to healthy children than those without mental illnesses. Don’t underestimate this percentage point that is less than 1.

Think about it, there are tens of billions of people in this world. Every day, because of mental illness, nearly hundreds of millions of children will be born sub-healthy. When children are born, they are either myopia or weak and sickly. Although, with the development of doctors, these minor diseases are not a problem and can always be cured. But they lose at the starting line when the children are born. Look at the confrontational competition between us, except for a few technical events, we can win others. For example, running, swimming, soccer, basketball, what can we win others seriously?

We should never underestimate the mental problems of each of us. With the current medical technology, there has not been any problem with mental illness, but God has seen it. After all, who am I? I am God’s instruction, and I can see things that others cannot see, a handsome man. People today have not realized this, and probably will never realize that the sub-healthy lifestyle has given us sub-healthy children. How can we have no problems with our bodies after living on the earth for a long time?

It is normal to be sick, but it is strange that it is strange. I think that in such a powerful place in our village, how can such a problem be caused? I think it is because environmental pollution is too terrible and has been spreading towards us, and the consequences are very terrible. Maybe we can't see what we have now. These mental diseases have an incubation period. If we don't pay attention to it earlier and treat it in time, the consequence is that the quality of our childbirth will become lower and lower. Even if the medical level is high, what can it do? The quality of the children born is low, which will not change the fact that the hospital is overcrowded.

God instructed me to grab the cell phone outside the door and the light of the camera flash, thinking that this is the light that ignites my life, and that the world is all good people. The light outside the door is the light that guides me. I don’t know whether we can get rid of our original family and become the same person as our parents in the end. But what can I believe in? Believe in my own village? Believe in my grandfather? Believe in my parents? Or be a kind-hearted person? Light up the only light in my abyss, chase these tiny and lively fires that jump in the dark, and capture the light that wanders in the abyss.

In the insulated box, the boy's shadow is like a sleeping lion, raising his energy in the cold world, waiting for the fun of waking up and running wildly in the fields. I am a restless child. I always want to leave this small world, and often turn over one by one, so I block it. I stick to the glass-like cover and blink my little eyes. This is my world, but it is isolated from the world in the world as big as a palm. When I was two months old, I was powerless, and even turn over was based on the power of instinct, but this was the baby's cry.

I was different when I was almost three months old, and I was about to come out. This was a brave boy, in the roaring insulator, under the eyes of others, in front of the flash. I could no longer lie down like this. I knew that our family was no longer able to bear it. I wanted to run, running proudly like a lion in the four fields. This was a handsome baby shouting, because I no longer cried, I wanted to come out, I should not stay in it anymore, let the needle come more violently!

I used my little head to explore the world, bang! I hit the glass, and I didn't cry; smash! I hit the glass with my little hands; two months later, I didn't have the strength in my hands, so I could only roll around and hit the walls. After three months, my hands had strength, maybe I wanted to rush over and stimulate my body's potential, and I felt that I had become very strong. Because I could already explore the world through my hands, my feet would kick, and people would become smart.

If the nurse was by my side, I was always as peaceful as an angel, but if the nurse was not there, I would be a rampage baby. Suddenly one day, I heard a loud noise, as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, and everyone was terrified. The nurse knew something was wrong, and when she came in again, she saw a very messy scene, like a thief entering the room, and the scene was in a mess. The child had already pulled the ventilator open, and even if there was no ventilator, I was breathing in big breaths.

I was crawling in the insulated box and looked at the person coming in. The baby looked like a torch, not like a disabled child. He was so healthy. Why did the doctor say he had breathlessness? The nurse thought that this child would never be able to live without this ventilator in his life. What everyone never expected was that he took off the ventilator himself and stared at the strange world with wide eyes.

The nurse was startled and thought the insulated box had exploded. She quickly came over to see if I was injured and checked my signs. If it weren't for the surveillance later, she realized that the insulated box had not exploded, but the child had exploded. He sometimes slapped the glass cover with his legs, and sometimes he was lying in the insulated box, kicking the glass with his feet. Maybe it was because this was a copycat made by Dadi. The workmanship was not just a little bad, but very poor. Who would have thought that a baby would use such a great force to kick the glass.

In addition, the workmanship is cut corners, and it is also because others use old ones, but as expected, it will be broken with a light kick. I always think that this cannot be blamed on me. I just think that anyone who wears a ventilator will feel happy, I am very unhappy anyway. I feel that my life is bound by instruments, and people must live with dignity. If you can't even live a healthy person, then what's the point of living? I have been a person who is unwilling to be destined since I was a child. I don't want to live on this ventilator in my life. It's better to live like this than to live.

Maybe, now I am born, and I no longer have the right to choose and give up my fate, but the ventilator is on my nose, I always have the right to pull the ventilator open. I have been upset when I look at this insulator. Other children are still willing to be destined and let the fate be merciless, and I have already begun to resist. I began to resist fate in three months. This is unimaginable for people in the whole universe, but who am I? I am instructed by God, and I am destined to be different from others.

Thinking about a child breaking out of the box, it became a topic of discussion in the hospital. The children who come here are waiting for the arrangement of fate. Even if many people go out, they are still sick. Only God instructs me to stay here for three months but can get out healthy. This is unimaginable.

My grandfather said: I am worthy of being my grandson.

My father: My little ancestor, you finally came out. If you don’t come out again, I’m afraid I’ll even sell my underwear. At that time, I could still sell my blood. In the traditional land, a person’s feelings for his relatives were incomparable. Such feelings seemed difficult for foreigners to understand. This was the flesh-and-heart relationship between our land, a person’s hope for life, and a person’s path to life are indescribable. The rivers we waded through and the length of our lives are not something we can foresee. We can only bear our own life silently.
Chapter completed!