It is a very sad thing. Use sad instead of sadness, sorrow or grief, because this kind of emotion is difficult to describe, three letters define a state, so be it.
There are some things that we cannot and dare not delve into. Because originally, it was just heavy gravel wrapped in thin gauze paper.
Once the sandpaper cracks a tiny opening, the endless grit will rush down swiftly and unstoppably, without evasion or retreat.
Those things, I originally thought there was right and wrong, and I stood firmly and fearlessly on the side that I thought was completely right, like a defender.
I don't know when I started to gradually see my extreme and wrong side. But change? It is impossible and there is no chance.
Mistakes are never irreparable. Can only forget to be forgotten, can only hope to be forgiven.
On the phone, the mother's voice pretended to be relaxed. I also try to be moderately surprised, uncomfortable and calm.
The mother suddenly said, come on, let's change to video.
When the video opened, my mother trotted all the way, and excitedly showed me a small fish she caught in the pond in the community. One meter big, shuttles in the small tank of Wanlian.
I also showed her that the little red shrimp I just bought was sleeping soundly in the clay pot where the aquatic plants floated.
The mother stared at me for a while, "Hey, cooked shrimp can still be raised?"
I didn't realize it, "It's alive, it's still swimming, look, who burned it?"
The mother studied it for a while through the screen, "Aren't shrimps only red when they are cooked?"
The sip of water I just drank, I couldn't swallow it, I couldn't spit it out, I laughed so hard that I doubted my life.
"This is called cherry blossom shrimp, it is red when born, no need to cook"
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