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不远的地方，一阵很响亮的蝈蝈叫声传来。
Ifsmallsevensaidistrue，theneitherrealsouthfotherod(orsouthfothebeststaff)oramIthestick，theyareallfromdreamtree，accordingtoher，theeffectofitisinthedreamtocuresickness，strongconsciousnessoflife，thenthedreamtreeshouldbebodytherewillbeahelptome.
Butwhattodo
Chewbark，oreattheleaves
Smallseven，youseeifIcangivemeapickafruitoraleaffromatree，smallsevenscrollbodysetup，onehandshakinglikespidermanfromthehandsofasilkthread，boundtothebranches，reachesthetoppickandbringalongwhile，thefruitIampicknotdown.
Ah
Don‘tknow，isitbecauseI‘mnottheowneroftheconsciousnessofspacesodon‘tpick.
Soyoutiedoneendofthethreadonthetree，theotheratiedtomyfeetandthenputthethreadaroundthetrunk，afteryousendcuttingsofsilk，nowImustwanttopickafruitonit.
Xiaoqitoworryaboutgaslookedaroundthesoul，sheputmyfeetwrappedyarn，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，whereisthefruitofmemory.
Afterafamiliarsenseofvertigo，whywouldlikethisfeelingnow，maybeit‘sbecauseyouareindesperate，savedbytheway!)
Isalargewheatfieldinfrontofhim，hisisabouteightornineyearsold，followedbyafewageboy，eachofthemisholdingadessauterellescageinhishand.
Insidehasbeenpackedinseveralguoguo，andIseemtobeveryhappyraninfrontandsideShoutinghereinthisway，agoodcatcherbyusseveraltripstoseveralway.
Notfaraway，wasaveryloudcriesof.Thecricket