My name is Happy Mantis.
When Old P, the American cockroach that got into the house along with the southern local products, leaned his fat body against the wall and boasted that he had been on a train and that his life span had been as long as a year, which earned him screams of admiration from a group of German cockroach girls who had never seen the world, I just stayed silent and looked at him quietly with a satisfied look on his face.
I have lived for more than 20 years. I have flown on airplanes and sailed on sea ships, and I have also followed the mistress of my family to do gossip all over the world.
In fact, I used to be like him, using these as conversation topics, and won a lot of respect from the newly hatched children who had not shed their skins a few times.
But then I became very silent.
Because I fell in love with someone.
When you fall in love with someone but the other person doesn't know it, you will have a lot of time to immerse yourself in the world of silence.
Although when Lao P found out, he just sneered and vented his anger, saying, "You are so perverted."
Maybe. I had already guessed this comment.
World unity is such a distant dream.