I am a plastic bag, born half a day ago from a very ordinary factory, a very ordinary assembly line.

I looked ordinary, transparent, not big, with a yellow smiling face printed on my body with some words written on it that I couldn't read...... I'm a Chinese plastic bag, and it's normal that I can't read English.......

Now we are in a big box with many of my friends, and we are staggering in the car to our destination-a fruit shop on the edge of the community, when we bring the fruit from the fruit store home, most of us have completed our mission in this life, maybe we have become a garbage bag, maybe stuffed in a small corner, or we may be treated as garbage and thrown into a garbage bag. Why are they plastic bags and I'm a bag of fruit? I really don't understand what humans are thinking.

After being hung on the wall, my brothers and sisters and I waited quietly for the future owner to take us away, because I was in the middle of a pile of plastic bags, so I couldn't see where I was, in fact, I hadn't seen much of the world since I was born, and I heard the sound of human communication and the sound of fruits talking, and I really wanted to see what the world was like.

As the so-called "transaction" progressed, my siblings gradually became fewer, and my body gradually became smaller. The brothers and sisters in front of us are telling us how colorful the world is, and oh my God, human beings are not as thin as us, and they will move on their own. Wouldn't they be tired? And the fruits, which are even more colorful than us, in addition to black and yellow, they are green, black, purple, orange, fuchsia...... How beautiful we would be if so many colors appeared on our bodies!

There is a sister in front of me, she told us that human beings are really a very beautiful creature, human faces have very rich expressions, unlike our plastic bags, always have a straight face, human beings also have a thing called a TV, I don't know what this thing is for, but according to the old cat here, this TV has not been turned on for a long time, and now people don't like TV, but like that kind of thing called mobile phones, the boss's little boy is now playing games with his mobile phone......

"Sister, what's a game?" asked a little brother a few plastic bags behind me.

"The game...... The game is ......."

"Shhhh.......h That's right, isn't it just for this moment that we've been waiting for plastic bags for so long?

I opened my eyes and looked at this wonderful world, and sure enough, it was as colorful as they said, no, not just colorful, but colorful, so many colors I don't know what words to use. However, the sky outside the window is already dark, and the beautiful sunset that a big brother said just now seems to have disappeared, but the outside world is still very beautiful, and there are small points of light shining outside the window...... According to the old cat, it's called a light. There is one type of human being that is very pitiful, and they are called "night workers...... These lights are the lives they are burning!

"Tick, click, tick, click......." hung on the wall always slowly but firmly, the little boy was playing games because he didn't do his homework, but he was beaten by the boss's wife, and now he is biting his fingernails and twisting his brows to write and draw.

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On the first night, I was not taken away, and continued to hang on the wall to observe this beautiful world, and my younger brothers and sisters behind me envied me for being able to see the scenery for so long.

The old cat was snoring on the windowsill while I told my younger siblings what I had seen and heard.

Actually, I would love to talk to the fruits, but most of them are very arrogant, and even the peels in the trash can don't bother to talk to us, because we give them away for free, and they are very valuable. According to human parlance, this is called "asymmetry of value".

The content of the fruit chat is quite esoteric, a lot of words even humans don't say, similar to hormones, ripening, and pesticides and the like, the only thing that doesn't talk about these things is that there are no hormones and pesticides and the like It's a fruit called lychee, he doesn't have a very beautiful color, gray, yellow, but the smell on their bodies is better than those proud fruits, not to mention our stinky plastic bags.

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.....When he opened his eyes, he saw that the boss was spraying water on the top of the fruit with this watering can, and the waxed apples looked really beautiful, but the plastic bags felt that lychees were more pleasing to the eye.

"Da ......" A female human came in from the door, and the elder brother and sister in front said that in addition to the boss and the old Bian Niang and the little boy, someone else may be the master.

This woman is much more beautiful than the proprietress of the proprietor, and the smell of her body is similar to that of lychees, which makes people feel very comfortable. Hearing the boss call her "Miss Wenbi", is this her name?

This woman who is as comfortable as lychee finally chooses lychee that is as comfortable as her, and it seems that her owner is her......

But the plastic bag was overthought of, and the boss didn't tear it off the wall, so the "Miss Wenbi" took out a cloth bag from the bag, let Hou pick some lychees, and then paid and left, leaving the plastic bag messy in the morning breeze.

Wait, wait, wait, finally waited for another footstep, the plastic bag looked at the door, and watched the woman with a completely different painting style from the "Miss Wenbi" just now squeezed in, the gold necklace on her wrist was about to sink into the fat, and she was wearing several rings on her hands, gold, silver, and jade...... The smell of her body is just as uncomfortable as those proud fruits, and the plastic bags are uncomfortable!

Going around and around, the uncomfortable woman asked the boss about the price of all kinds of fruits, and then went around for a while, and during this time, it was enough for "Miss Wenbi" to buy lychees several times. Although the plastic bag didn't like the woman very much, it wanted to be able to stay with Lychee......

But he was soon disappointed, the man picked the most "beautiful" apples, the boss tore off a plastic bag from the wall, the fat woman picked the "best-looking" apples from the apple pile, and those apples, plastic bags all know, pesticides, hormones, fresh-keeping wax, they have everything!