Looking back now, Lu Sheng could never have imagined that he, a scholar, would kill two people.
Lu Sheng once loved life more than anyone else and loved life more than anyone else!
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It was sunny on July 21, 20XXXX.
During the sweltering summer vacation, I couldn’t muster the interest to do meaningful things.
The school was on holiday, and there were only a dozen pots of plants and two juvenile turtles left in the usually bustling laboratory.
The current situation seems to be that if I don't consider the life and death of these creatures, I don't need to come.
I saw off Xiaoqing in the morning, and then I went to school. In the empty campus, I could drive unscrupulously. When I thought about this, I was destined to be lonely for a long time after a short period of joy.
Walking into the laboratory building, there are long stairs and long corridors, and the only thing that accompanies me is the sound of my own flip-flops, dragging the ground.
Yesterday, the last classmate in the laboratory also left. He got up early and left early, so I did not come to the laboratory to take care of those little lives yesterday.
I first walked to the turtle tank. The rancid smell was already wafting from the green water. Looking at the water in the tank, I realized that the student who left last yesterday must have been lazy and ignored these two little guys.
Feces, urine, food and sleep are all in this small space. Although it is half a tank of water, it is not all the turtles. They use all their strength to stretch out their heads just enough to get out of the tank of rancid water.
They just stretched out of the water, stretching quietly. I don't know how long they persisted. The dragging footsteps seemed to be the gospel they had been waiting for. So, I'd better stop watering the flowers and save them first.
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Picking up the fish tank, my God, the smell is even worse. Their home has been moved. I don't know whether it was panic or joy, but the turtle suddenly became active, kicking its little claws randomly amid the stench.
After pouring out the water, I took them out, let me take a breath, continued to clean the water tank, replaced them with clean water, and then took them back.
I don’t know what the turtle is thinking. Anyway, taking it out and taking it in, I have no choice but to do it myself.
The whole process is just like these few lines, fast and quick, but the main thing is that it smells too bad.
Put it back in its original position, sprinkle some turtle food randomly, and then, hey, you have to water the flowers.
I started watering, and I looked back at the water tank. The turtles seemed to be swimming more happily. From a distance, they were familiar with every corner of the water tank and were swimming freely.
The water overflowed the flowerpot and was all over the floor.
Annoying, have I been watching for so long? I still have to mop the floor next.
Finally, all the work was completed, and I still wanted to take another look at the two turtles. I couldn't remember how much turtle food I poured out randomly, but now it was obvious that they were not full, and there was no turtle food in the water.
I finally understood that I had been feeling sorry for them since just now. This time, I started pouring in turtle food more seriously, a dozen grains, then dozens more, and then a dozen more. I suddenly stopped feeding them.
Hands, because I suddenly remembered that you cannot let hungry people open their stomachs and eat to their heart's content. It is very likely that they will be burst. Little turtle, I'm afraid that you are like people. It's ridiculous. I don't know if my worries are unnecessary.
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Watching them eat the last piece of food in the water and continue swimming casually, little turtle, are you lucky?
There are people waiting to feed and change the water, so there is no need to worry about being attacked. There is always food and water, and there is no need to worry about food and shelter. However, one cannot control one's own life and depend on others, and one cannot swim into the sea in a small space.
People are annoying. You buy it but don’t raise it. Its wealth and life are all determined by your preferences. What sense of superiority do people have, imprisoning two lives in a crystal coffin for you to enjoy, and feed them when you are happy?
Change the water. When you are unhappy or careless, do you easily forget about life?
People, why should we raise it?
Why do people catch it from its natural ecology, sell it, and buy it again?
For profit, for your own satisfaction?
When people are tired of running for their lives, they will give up. When they work hard, they will not add extra burdens to themselves. They will only look for sustenance when they need to fill the emptiness in their hearts.
In short, loneliness is imprisoning loneliness, and life is imprisoning life in the most hateful way.