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"A Baby's Autobiography" by Dao Yuan

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    "Confessions of a Baby"

    Text / Daoyuan

    In the void, I was floating aimlessly, and suddenly I didn't know who hit my back with a palm, and instantly I fell into a bottomless abyss.  It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. At the same time, I felt stuffy and out of breath.  I fumbled hard, trying to find a gap, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, and I was about to suffocate.

    Suddenly I felt a piece of softness, my head sank, and I entered a passage.  The passage was very narrow, and my chest was squeezed and painful, so that I couldn't breathe, and my whole body was so weak that I lost a little strength.  I thought, am I dying.

    Just when I was about to give up my life, I heard a voice shouting: Work harder!  Showed up.

    I seem to see a little light.  So, I calmed down, concentrated my strength on my head, and sank down suddenly.  With a bang, I came to this new world with a whole body of slime.

    I was panting quietly, and I don't know who lifted my feet, put my head down, and slapped my ass.  The pain made me tremble, my hands scratched, my legs kicked tightly, I opened my mouth, and burst into tears with a wow.

    Immediately, a pair of big hands took me into a warm embrace.  It was she who risked her life to give birth to me, she stroked me, and whispered "baby" and "little snow-treading prince" in my ear.

    I like this name, so I grinned slightly.

    I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.  I fell deeply into dreamland.

    I came to the void, as if looking for someone to slap me.  I don't know how long it took, a feeling of hunger hit me.  Who will give me something to eat?  Is there something to eat?  Damn, is there anything to eat?

    I had a good sleep and seemed to have strength.  No, I want to eat.  Although I try my best to express that I want to eat, I still can't say a word, I can only express it with crying.

    Wow, uh uh uh uh uh, wow!

    "Babies don't cry."

    Following the sound, a ** was stuffed into my mouth.  I took a deep breath, and the milk like fine nectar and jade dew flowed out slowly, and I swallowed gurgling.

    I was full, and my mother asked me to lie on her shoulders, with empty hands, slightly afraid of hitting my back, and I burped.  He raised his head in satisfaction and looked around.  Although I can't see clearly, I still pretend to see something.

    That's when I heard someone say, "Look, this baby is holding his head up in just one day. That's solid."

    When I heard this, I smiled triumphantly.  Then I heard "Look, the baby is smiling."

    Mom put me on the bed and I fell asleep again.  When I was sleeping, my head was leaned back hard, almost at a 90-degree right angle to my back, and I clenched my small fists and placed them superimposed in front of my small mouth, like blowing a flute.

    The sound of "bang" scared me so much that I opened my two little hands, my little arms shook violently in the air, my hands shook in mid-air, my eyes opened slightly, and then closed again quickly.

    Who is so wicked, I wonder if this prince is sleeping?

    I seem to feel that there is a figure shaking in front of my eyes, and then a bad smell comes out. It is bad breath, heavy bad breath.

    Suddenly my little fingers clenched tightly, my little lips were slightly pursed, my closed eyes slowly opened, and with a wow, I burst into tears.

    I am seriously protesting: get away from me!  But I can't control my tongue, I can only make a sound of "ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."  So, I tried to push her away with my hands, using my small hands and feet together, "punched and kicked" her and struggled desperately, moaning non-stop, but I couldn't control my hands, struggled twice, and finally gave up in despair.  But I really can't bear this tone,

    The little hand waved a few times in the air, intending to rub the nose, but unexpectedly, the nose was not rubbed, but instead scratched a few red marks on the pink and tender face, and burst into tears in pain.

    The cry attracted my mother.

    "Oh, my little prince. Little darling. Here comes mother."

    The stench is gradually gone.

    I pursed my lips, looked at my mother with red eyes, and must have been very wronged.

    Mom picked me up, and I showed her an innocent smile.

    I was enjoying the warm feeling when a voice came: "Is it time to give the baby medicine?"

    Bah, bah, bah, I'm not sick, what ghost medicine do I take!  I don't take medicine.

    I remember being forcibly fed so many medicines into my stomach last time, my poor immature stomach was really uncomfortable.  A fishy smell hit my throat, I coughed continuously, and a lot of milk overflowed from the corner of my mouth.

    My small mouth was slightly pursed, as if I was about to cry, and my fat little hands clenched their small fists and waved them in the air.

    a spoonfulHere comes the medicine.

    I stretched out my little hand, put it on my mouth, and wanted to shake my head, but my head didn't listen to me, and I couldn't move at all.

    I grabbed it one by one with all five fingers and grabbed it, and there were a few childish moans in my throat.  useless.

    I straightened my body, kicked my legs fiercely, waved my small fists, and closed my small mouth in a straight line.

    They pried open my crystal clear pink lips and poured the medicine into my mouth.

    I pressed my throat, my brows were furrowed, my eyes were wide open, and I had medicine in my mouth.  When they weren't paying attention, I opened my mouth and spit it all out.

    The aggrieved little mouths are all closed, and the corners of the mouths still have liquid medicine.  After humming twice, the bridge of her small nose turned pink, and there was water vapor in her eyes.  There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

    Don't play with them anymore, the prince is going to sleep.

    I closed my eyes and drooped my limbs limply.

    Mom put me in the crib.  I put my two tightly clenched fists on the left and right sides of my head, and my swollen belly was basking in the sun, just like a frog basking in its belly.

    A warm current trickled out from the middle, and soon there was a coldness under the body.  This is not good, let's call.  Hum twice before speaking.

    I writhed all over and moaned.

    No one pays attention to me.  I rely on!  cry.

    Climb forward with both feet together, kick off the towel covering your body, wow¡ª¡ª

    The voice was trembling, extremely wronged.  A pair of chubby little hands waved in the air.

    "Oh, the little prince wetted the bed."

    "The baby hasn't pooped in four days. It's full."

    "Give him a bath!"

    bath?  All right.  Why did I suddenly feel itchy all over my body?

    Just like that, I was stripped naked and put in a basin of water.  I felt very comfortable. I spread my limbs and stretched out my small arms, trying to grab and wash my clothes, for fear that I would not fall into the water.  The other hand tried to paddle.

    "Hey, don't move around."

    I stared at her with clear and vivid eyes, and moved my little hand towards her face.  .  .  .  .  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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