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Riding home on the way home from work, probably hungry, buying a few bags of instant noodles in the basket halfway through, continuing to hurry, feeling as if there were people behind the bike, turning his head to see that it was a boy, eleven, two

author:Hippo watermelon

Riding home on the way home from work, probably hungry, bought a few bags of instant noodles in the basket, continued to rush, felt like someone behind the bike, turned his head to see that it was a boy, eleven, two years old, holding a bag of open crushed instant noodles, was eating, I asked him if this noodle was mine, he said yes, my angry head hurt, he was bare-chested, and quite thin, like a piece of fish, without a collar I grabbed his small arm, asked why I stole my noodles to eat, he couldn't say what was going on, still eating there, You ran away, even if you ran, you actually still eat me in front of my eyes, isn't this deliberately angry with me, I was going to beat him, raised my hand before he could beat him, and as a result he cried, revealing a pile of chewed and chewed slag in his mouth that he hadn't had time to swallow, he cried and said I didn't have a father, my father died, and suddenly I felt that my chest was extremely stuffy, and I put this boy in my arms, and for a while I was blindfolded, and I didn't know what to say.

Just then I slowly woke up from sleep, found that I was wrapping my arms around the boy's arm at this time, I was wrapped around my cat, this morning, the cat had been calling me up early to feed it, in the morning I was too lazy to get up, I seized the opportunity to catch it and put it next to me to let it continue to sleep without screaming, the dream I just had was still vivid, although this male cat was hairy, but it was indeed a bare arm, and it was a stray cat I picked up on the road two years ago, thinking of this I got up to prepare cat food for the cat that it loved, and by the way I was frightened.

Riding home on the way home from work, probably hungry, buying a few bags of instant noodles in the basket halfway through, continuing to hurry, feeling as if there were people behind the bike, turning his head to see that it was a boy, eleven, two

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