Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

As a result of unremitting exercise, at the age of one and a half, Lowes stood up slowly while leaning on the cradle.

Rogers was happy.

Lowes propped up his slender legs and looked at the moved Rogers.

Rogers, who lost his memory, looked even more stupid.

Lowes finally had the opportunity to look down on the other nine of his peers.

Some are big and some are small, some are black and some are white, some are curly and some have cleft lips.He withdrew his gaze, and started to walk unsteadily in the small cradle.

Although it didn't help, Rogers still carefully put his hands behind Lowes, "Come on!"

Rogers was nervous, but Lowes knew exactly where his limits were.Every step is shaky, but every step is steady.

He hated that Rogers was trying to find a way to get himself out of this prison every day without thinking.It is better to play with yourself if you have this skill.

After walking around the fence, Lowes felt a little tired, so he stood still and rested.

Rogers praised, "You are the best kid I have ever seen."

Lowes...it made his stupidity look sweeter.

Lowes looked far away at the lawn outside.

Rogers guarded him for a while, "You can walk now." He looked around the empty room, "but only I can see it." He added, then depressed.

Lowes squinted over.After staying here honestly for four years, Rogers is really going to have something wrong.

"You can walk and talk, right? I've never heard you talk before." The sweet fool soon regained his energy.

Lowes blinked his eyes a few times and hummed perfunctorily.

Rogers came to work, and he turned to Lowes, mouthing exaggeratedly, "Ro-J-S-"

Lowes smacked the red tongue in his mouth.Every time he is sure that he will not be more boring, he always has a way to refresh his cognition.

He opened his mouth and closed it.Now I can't articulate my words clearly, what I said was nothing, what did I say.When Rogers leaves and hangs out, practice it yourself.

"Steve—" Rogers was still trying to get Lowes to see his mouth.

Lowes twitched his nose.Fortunately, Rogers doesn't brush his teeth and doesn't breathe now, otherwise, hehe.

Rogers' patience was evidently abundant, and he became obsessed with saying every word in Lowes' face.

After a few days, Lowes, who had not been able to be alone, felt his head start to hurt.Rogers didn't like his name Erce, nor did he like his biological mother, so he ignored the two simple words Erce and mother.

But I am obsessed with words like Steve, Rogers, and basket.

Lowes remembered the first word he uttered in his 'last life'.

monster.It was the single word Sally said to him the most.The second word is prick.

Lifting his eyelids, Lowes looked at the persevering Rogers, and opened his mouth, "eve..."

Rogers froze.

"S,eve..." Lowes adjusted it.

Rogers tensed up.

"Tell..." Lowes frowned with a serious expression on his face.

"Steve." Rogers couldn't help whispering.

"Steve." Lowes stringed the syllables together.Not happy with my voice change.

But it was enough for Rogers to be happy to float around the room, "You can say my name!! You can really hear me!!"

Lowes... so you're only now sure?

Lowes pursed his lips, his eyes following him.I hope that the first word I speak in this life is a beautiful one, which can bury the past in my previous life.

"Steve." After four or five times, Lowes was able to pronounce the name accurately.

It's just that after he read it accurately once, he didn't read it again.Rogers pestered him for a long time but couldn't pry him out. A name was still halfway, and he couldn't get up or down.

But seeing that Lowes had ended his daze for the day and lay down to prepare for sleep, he didn't pester him anymore.

"You are a very individual child." Rogers leaned against the cradle, "Sweet dream." After a pause, he watched Louas's fist curled up on the side of his face slowly loosen, "Baby."

After speaking, he hissed, and then couldn't help being silly.

Lowes was born on October 1986, 10. Not long after October 15, 88, Lowes was finally able to walk three meters away with a pair of legs.

The concentrated nursery in the prison is still fed three times a day, and he can't accumulate excess energy, so he can barely move half a step forward every day compared to yesterday.

Half a step, half a step, I saved so much.

Such efforts made Rogers very proud. Realizing that a certain date was approaching, he hesitated, "Are you working hard for Christmas?"

"Is it because the woman said that holding your arm is sore?" Rogers analyzed by himself.

Lowes can speak long sentences now, but he hardly speaks, even when Rogers is alone.The habit of reticence has been cultivated for two lifetimes, and I can't change it for a while.

Rogers is also a tough nut to crack. He has been in prison for more than two years. Even if he hates him, the cruelest thing he can say is 'that woman'.

It seems that their fate may have some origins.Firm as the earth. ...this description is very uncomfortable.

"Sometimes I really don't know if it's good or bad for you to be so smart here." Rogers frowned, "There are still two years."

Tired from walking, Lowes stood leaning on the wall, and turned his gaze to the grass outside.Rogers followed him to look out.

There are only two nurses who take care of ten children, and these two nurses are only responsible for breastfeeding.As for the rest, it all depends on how powerful their respective mothers are in this prison.The judgment of gaining power is firstly how strong the person is, and secondly whether they have family members who still care about them.

Lowes had neither.His mother should be an existence second only to prison guards in a local level like a prison, but she doesn't care about her child at all.

Even though she was locked in a cage that could only walk three steps left and right, she was unwilling to choose to get close to her child in order to let the wind go.Only Christmas will have parent-child activities with the children, so as to keep the children trapped in prison.

At the beginning, Rogers felt that keeping the child by her side was the last bit of the woman's conscience as a mother, but from a certain moment, Lowes discovered that he had a full understanding of Sally's true purpose.

"She's not a good mother. Don't love her." Rogers squatted down on his knees and looked at Lowes seriously, "kid, promise me."

Lowes' eyes fell close, staring at him.

Rogers felt bad about what he was doing, but kept saying, "Erce, don't love her. Even if she's your mother."

Lowes grinned, ran his hand across his face, and laughed twice.

Rogers lowered his head and bit his paw, "You are actually a mother and son, this joke is too bad."

Lowes tilted his head.

Rogers laughed. "You look so cute."

Lowes tapped his bald gums and really had to leave.

Really stayed for four years, either Rogers was depressed, or he died of exhaustion first.

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