In this way, when my language talent was opened by chance, I talked about everything with the big snail and became good friends who could never be separated again.

On the day it happened, the big snail was walking on my back. Suddenly, we both heard the faint roar of a machine coming from afar. It turned out to be a car. Because of my size, I hid behind a staircase with the big snail, and we quietly watched the people in the car get down, and I secretly listened to their accents when they talked, which was a little different from the average local person.

We could see the dumpster and I saw a man getting out of the car holding a purple bag that had a wide area and a narrow opening when unfolded. I saw him walk briskly to the trash can, turn around and smile at the person on the other side of the car, I didn't hear what he said, the man's back obscured the trash can. Then, he turned around, and the bag was already bulging.

I suddenly understood something, but by this time, we were less than a foot away from him. I didn't have time to react to the sound of running behind me, mixed with shouts of excitement, but stress and intuition caused me to quickly shrink my limbs and head into my shell before the sound came closer.

Unfortunately, I suddenly felt like something had been removed from my back, and the weight became light, which made me feel uncomfortable for a moment. I realized, no, it must have been another person who had come because there was a rock nearby, so they didn't find me - they found the big snail and took him with them.

At this moment, I shrank in my shell, but I couldn't move at all, and I couldn't move. Not to mention how sad I felt in my heart, my only friend left me like this. After about five minutes, I felt the group leave. As the whistle of the car went away, my heart felt as if a piece had been cut off, but I couldn't express that this snail friend and I got along day and night, and we had already become an inseparable part. Sometimes I think about it, I would cry during the day, and that's when I tasted tears for the first time, and unlike the legendary human tears, my tears were sour.

Tears were plentiful, dripping on the ground and on my way from the steps to the trash can. When I walked to the trash can, I found that there were only a few disabled shrimp and oxygen-deficient fish, and I began to understand that the group of people were restaurant merchants who were just trying to get the ingredients for the hotel's cooking from the discarded aquarium products......

The tears dried up, and when I looked back, a black arc in the dirt stood out.

Strange to me, this line did not dissipate until I spent three days in the trash can with the crippled fish and shrimp, and I felt terrible hunger without friendship and only the desire to survive.

However, at this moment, all I have in front of me are dead fish and shrimp. It stands to reason that as a "normal" turtle, those can be my food.

But I didn't.

One night, I stumbled upon the traces of my tears, and they actually sparkled in the night, like the skyline. I craned my neck to look at the sky, remembering how different the moon I had hoped for and calculated when I left my master's house, Ah Zhen, was different from the moon now. I think of the big snail, I don't know how it is now, whether it is alive or not, my nose is sore, and I am going to shed tears again. At this time, I saw a hermit crab staggering towards me, and it was the old hermit crab when I met the big snail. He dragged his heavy shell and walked step by step along the arc of the tears, and said to me word by word: "Son, I have witnessed the friendship between the two of you. I can see that the arrest that day is no wonder for decades, your judgment is correct, they are in danger. ”

I nodded, and then he said, "There used to be a turtle that was also caught here, and then humans painted its back shell and sold it to the children in order to attract the attention of the children." However, within a few days, the turtle died, and he couldn't stand the pungent smell of the thing. ”

When I listened to it, I came up with the idea that the shell of a large snail was processed with a carving knife, and then the soft body was brought to life and served to the human dining table and the exhibition center for art exchange. I was suddenly furious, and my eyes were fixed on the arcs of the moonlight, which gradually floated limply into the sky, turning into something like veil, and then turning into transparent wings on either side of me.

I was wondering, and the old hermit crab said, "Go ahead, son." Bless you! ”