People are no different than the fish on the chopping board. Damp, sticky, hard to breathe.
The fish may know that it is a human being who is slaughtering it, but humans do not know what is behind the fate of the fish, knocking it unconscious, scraping its scales, and disemboweling it.
Pale skin always needs a layer of blood to look good. What cannot be covered is the fishy smell, the fishy smell, and the fishy smell of people.
Qian Yingzhi knew a long time ago that a human being standing alone is the art of the Creator, but when two bodies are squeezed and bitten together, they are two fishes.
They stared at each other with eyes that couldn't close, and they stared until they died. There was a fishy smell all over the space. There were so many fish and people on this planet. The creatures that were entangled and bitten together were picked up. They were all wet. Every drop or two, the rain fell, and it couldn't wash away the fishy smell.
As for more.
Qian Yingzhi didn't think about it, she lived well under certain rules. She just, on a rainy day, inexplicably recalled the memories of her ancestors. If the theory of biological evolution is accepted, Qian Yingzhi believes that his ancestor is a fish. Every rainy day of one kind or another, a fish was swimming, staring at her through the fish tank, staring at the fish. This is not something that needs to be studied deeply. For her, there is nothing that needs to be studied deeply. Sunrise and sunset, morning and dusk alternate, as long as the fishy smell does not dissipate, life will always be the same.
Intention: Everything has its destiny, gathering and dispersing are like bubbles