i was my mistake

"What's wrong with you?" So she stepped forward, patted her shoulder with her hand, and asked with concern.

This little girl is not a student of this elementary school at first glance, because she is wearing her own clothes, and the clothes look of good quality and new styles, from shoes to hair accessories, are extraordinarily delicate, which shows the conditions of her family Also very good.

And students with particularly good family conditions will not attend this ordinary school.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, swallowing tears into the stomach ..."

"Are you lost?"

"Well... He, he asked me to wait for him in one, one place... Then I... I want to eat...delicious...bread, I went to buy it, I bought one..." She said, He also handed over the meat floss bread that he hadn't even bitten, "Buy, I got it... and then... I couldn't find it, he, he asked me to wait, the place you want, want Do you want to eat?"

"No, okay, don't cry." She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and handed it to the girl who was about her own age, "Wipe your tears? They've all turned into tabby cats."

"Well... I don't want to become a tabby cat..."

"Then wipe it clean? Do you remember anything particularly impressive in the place where you were waiting?"

The girl took her handkerchief, wiped her face, and shook her head.

"Then where did you get into the bakery?"

"The bakery, I can't find it, I went, I went the wrong way, and the bakery, I can't find it either..."

"Is this bread freshly made?"

"Well... it's still hot..." She said here, showing an innocent smile, smirking a little, lowered her head and took a big bite, maybe the food after crying is extra delicious, she narrowed her eyes, With a look of enjoyment, he completely forgot the sadness just now.

"Then I'll take you to the place where your father told you to wait."

"Oh, dad, dad and I got lost..." She cried again.

The sadness of a child comes as soon as it is said.

In the sound of crying, the rubber band that tied her hair behind her also slipped from the ponytail, and the black and straight hair was a little messy at this moment.

Wan Qing bent down and picked up the hair rope on the ground, and gently touched her head: "Okay, don't cry, what's your name?"

"Zhao, Zhao Jinyu..."

"My hair is messed up from crying."

"I don't want to mess up my hair. Dad did it for me this morning. Woo, Dad..."

"Okay, don't cry, baby, can I tie your hair for you?"

"No, I want my father to pierce it..."

"Then I'll make a different one for you, two braids, okay?"

"Twisted braids..." Zhao Jinyu, who was crying like pear blossoms with rain, laughed through his tears, "Well, twisted braids are good!"

"Okay~ Then don't move, I'll braid you, and after I'm done, I'll take you to your father."

"Look, can you find it..."

"I know the bakery you mentioned. If you find the bakery, you should be able to find your father."

"Well! You are amazing!"

"Pfft, it's okay, I'm not as courageous as you."

"I just want to buy bread..." She pouted and handed the meat floss bread over again, "Don't you want to eat it? It's really delicious."

"Okay, then I'll take a bite—then, the braid is done."

"Wow!" She tossed her braids, "It's so beautiful."

"Want to learn? I can teach you."

"Think! You, what's your name?"

"Sunshine at night."

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K. Dog's Diary

The extra stories of the K series are special stories, which are not related to the main storyline, nor are they supplementary to the main storyline. Mood, for a change of feeling.

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I am a dog, yes, a stray dog.

Not abandoned, but born on the street.

I got sick when I was a child, my mother abandoned me, and I was the only one left. I barely survived picking up rubbish next to the trash can, but I was still limping on one hind leg.

I have been a language genius among dogs since I was a child, and I can understand a lot of human words by self-study.

Later, I met Teacher Bian Mu.

Mr. Bianmu doesn't like other people calling it 'dog'. It always tells me that a dog is a dog and Bianmu is a Bianmu.

But Mr. Bian Mu is a good dog. Although he always speaks nonsense with arrogance, he is very serious in teaching me.

It said I was the smartest dog it had ever seen.

When I graduated from Human Language, it sent me an 'Honorary Border Collie' certificate.

—a bone from a trash can, still with meat on it.

I thought I would live with Teacher Bianmu for a long time, but one day, he told me that he was in love.

It fell in love with a human being.

A...human who looks like a woman but smells like a man.

He always feeds Mr. Bianmu delicious food, and plays with it patiently.

Later, Teacher Bianmu followed him and left.

Before leaving, it told me that if you want to live comfortably, go to a place that looks crowded but is surrounded by fences.

For example, human schools.

It tells me the difference between a normal school and a university, and tells me that it's better to go to a university, where everyone is very enthusiastic, and as long as you behave a little better, there is endless food-dog food is everywhere Other dogs pick what is left over.

Teacher Bianmu left.

A long time later, when I was walking on the street, I saw it being sent to a pet store. The person who couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman told another person to give it a neutering operation.

At that moment, I knew that love was far away from my teacher Bianmu.

Since then, we have never seen each other again.

After a while, I finally found a place that suits me.

There is a big playground and many buildings, it looks like a university.

But it took me several days to realize that this place is actually a hospital.

My research on anthropological linguistics is still not deep enough, and here I feel progress again.

Of course, other dogs were also encountered.

"Hey, that white dog over there!" A big yellow dog stopped me by yelling 'Wow'.

Now it is translated through human language.

It should actually be 'Wow, woof woof~ woof woof!Wang - Wang! ', this dog brother is probably from the northeast, his voice is a bit loud, and the passers-by next to him thought we were arguing.

"Hey, hello, brother Huang, I'm not a dog."

It curiously came over and sniffed my whole body: "You are not a dog, so what are you?"

"I'm Bianmu!" I raised my head triumphantly, "My Bianmu teacher has already issued me an honorary Bianmu certificate."

"...Are you mentally ill too?"

"Wang!"

"I mean, this is a mental hospital. We don't have a boss here. We all act independently. If you want to eat, just go to the back of the short house. There are leftovers there. If you like to eat shit, go to the one over there. White house, oh, let me tell you, the shit over there has a unique flavor and is quite delicious."

"I'm not that vulgar dog."

"If you don't eat it, don't eat it." It squinted at me and walked away alone.

So I remembered in my heart that a mentally ill dog likes to eat shit.

I thought about it, how about I feed them some next time, after all, I am an honorary border collie, maybe they will become smarter after eating mine.

In this way, I stayed in a mental hospital.

For dogs, they can go almost anywhere, and there seems to be no place where dogs are not allowed in the mental hospital.

The food here is very good, and I have gained a lot of weight.

Gradually, I discovered that the mental patients here were paid by other people.

They all have employment certificates.

But once I heard that they are not formal mental patients, they are all outsourced by a third party, and no one will compensate for any accidents.

But they are still willing to come to be mental patients.

——Although I think those doctors in white coats look more like psychopaths.

Because they always make it impossible for psychosis to occur, but they also want to make psychosis look like psychosis.

Doctors cure diseases and save lives, but what if the doctor's brain is sick?

I now feel that these doctors are sick in their brains. They see that everyone is sick. The last time they saw me, they said that I was sick, and they wanted to pull me over to deal with it. I was so scared that I wanted to use the fifth article. Use the leg as a fourth leg.

Fortunately, he ran away.

Things are getting weirder in mental institutions.

The reason why I haven't left is because I have a good relationship with a patient who keeps feeding me food—not leftovers from others, but fresh ones.

As an intelligent dog, I feel I deserve the same food as a human.

I chose to escape later, also because of that patient—he escaped with me.

That time, the mental hospital held a competition and performed on stage to see who was more like a mental patient. In the end, all the doctors won the prize.

The mental patients began to talk about it, and they were sure that those doctors were really sick.

My mentally ill friend finally couldn't take it anymore and said he was leaving.

That day I watched him greet the director and said he was leaving.

The director said that if you are mentally ill, you cannot leave.

He said, but I have a prostate problem.

The director said no, when you come to this psychiatric hospital, it doesn’t matter if you tell me what disease you have. You have prostate problems, and you are also mentally ill when you come here.

When the director said this, he suddenly burst into tears. He said that he was also working very hard. In order to take care of so many patients, he didn't have time to go home to attend the neutering ceremony of his dog.

So the patient fled, and so did I.

I think everyone here is sick.

——Sterilization even has a big gift to celebrate, isn't it a disease or something?

Of course, I don't think that person is the same as I feel that they are sick.

But in short our actions are consistent.

We ran for a long way, and he separated from me halfway.

He said he couldn't go with me because he was afraid that if someone caught him, I would be caught too.

I wasn't afraid at first, but he said that those people didn't think that dogs would suffer from mental illness, so after they caught the dog, they were treated according to prostate cancer.

I don't want to have my prostate removed - although I don't know if I have one.

But anyway I parted ways with him.

I slipped through a railing into a neighborhood, and I hadn't even had time to congratulate myself for escaping.

I saw a man falling from the sky.

'Paji' hit me.