Our little fish died. It jumped out of the basin and died.

I regret it, why did I go out for so long! Why did you kill the little fish just for your own happiness!

When the fish were put in the basin to wash that day, two of them came alive again and stood up in the water. Then only use the three dead ones to cook. The fish scales were lifted off piece by piece and sank to the bottom of the basin; the belly was peeled off, and the intestines flowed out. I just lift off the scales, I haven't washed the fish yet, I'm trying to dry it, so I'm a little scared, and the body of the cold fish always reminds me of snakes; I don't dare to peel the belly of the fish. Lang Hua was stripping it, and I was watching from the side, but it was a bit dodgy, as if an uneducated child in the countryside was afraid that a dead cat would come back to life.

"Look at you, you are useless, you are afraid of fish." After speaking, he put down the cleaned fish and peeled the belly of the second fish. This time the fish moved a little bit, so I quickly pulled his shoulder: "The fish is alive, the fish is alive!"

"What's the matter! Neurotic people, just watch it!" He slashed a knife on the belly of the fish, and the fish jumped up and jumped out of his hands into the basin.

"What should I do?" He said to me this time. I don't know what to do either. He came out of the water to see it, as if the fish would bite his hand, and immediately dropped it into the water again. Half of the fish's intestines flowed out, and the fish was dead.

"It's dead anyway, so eat it."

When the fish was taken into the hands again, some of them didn't move. He neatly cleaned it up again. Until the third fish was cleaned up, I was waiting by the side, afraid to look and wanted to look. The third fish was completely dead and did not move. The smaller one in the pot is very lively, spinning in circles in the pot. The other one was afraid of dying, so it stood up and lay horizontally on the water after a while.

The iron plate of the stove heated up, and when my face felt burning pain, the oil in the pot was turning flowers.

The fish is on the cutting board of the big stove, and it is about to be put into the frying pan. I ran to the second-floor door to get the oil bottle, and I heard something jump up and crackle in the kitchen. He also came to see. The fish in the pot is still swimming, then the fish on the cutting board is alive, the fish without belly is alive, and the tail is still hitting the cutting board loudly.

At this point I didn't know what to do, I was afraid to see that miserable thing. Hiding at the door, I thought: Don't eat this fish. However, it has no stomach, how can it live? Tears came to my eyes and I couldn't see it anymore. I turned around and faced the window. The dog outside the window was chasing the red-haired chicken, and the landlord's maid, Xiaoju, went to the wall to cry after being beaten...

This is a cruel world, a world that has lost its humanity, destroy it with violence! Destroy these dehumanized things!

The fish for dinner was eaten, but it was very fishy. We ate very little and threw it all into the trash.

The two remaining ones were swimming in the basin. When I woke up at night, I heard the sound of water ping-pong in the kitchen. Light a candle and have a look. But I didn't dare to go, so I asked Lang Hua to see it.

"One of the fish in the basin died, and the other fish was swimming..."

In the morning, wrap it in newspaper and throw it in the trash. Only one of them was swimming up and down in the water, and a basin of water was changed for it, and some rice grains were thrown for it during breakfast.

Xiaoyu was happy for two days, but became depressed on the third day. After watching it several times, it all sank to the bottom of the basin.

"The little fish won't eat anymore, maybe he's going to die?" I told Lang Hua.

He knocked on the edge of the basin, and the little fish took two steps; knocked again, and walked two steps... If you don't knock, it won't go, and it will sink.

After another day, the little fish didn't wag its tail, and even knocked on the edge of the basin, it didn't move its tail.

"Send it to the river for sure, and it won't die. It must be sad because it doesn't feel free!"

"How to deliver it? The river hasn't opened yet, but if you can find an ice cave and stuff it down, I think it will freeze to death, or you will starve to death." I said.

Lang Hua smiled. He said that I was like a bird player. I put a bird in a cage and gave it rice seeds to eat. He said that it was no longer sad, and that it was much better than being in the mountains. It would not freeze to death or starve to death.

"Who doesn't love freedom? The ocean loves freedom, beasts love freedom, and insects love freedom." Lang Hua tapped the water basin again.

The little fish only mourned for two days, and then became happy again, with the sound of water hitting its tail. I cook by the fire every day and look at it, like my own child who has been sick and recovered, more precious and more cherished. Innocent is too cold, I plan to put it into the river after the cold weather.

We went to play with friends every night, and Xiaoyu spent the whole night in the kitchen by himself. It doesn't know anything, it's not afraid that the cat will grab it, and it's not afraid that the rat will startle it. We have to come back in the middle of the night to have a look, it is always swimming safely. Without a cat in the house, know it's not dangerous.

Another night I spent at my friend's place, dancing and singing all night long. Came back the next night. It's been too long and our little fish is dead!

Lang Hua was the first to step into the door, and he almost smashed the little fish. Lighting the candle to see, there is still a little breath, and the cheeks are still lightly twitching. I touched the scales on its body and they were all dry. When did the little fish jump out of the water? Is it midnight? Is it dusk? Did the rat startle you, or did you hear the cat meow?

The wax oil dripped all over the floor, and my hand holding the candle was not sure how crooked it was.

Holding my breath, I picked up the fish from the floor and slowly put it into the water, as if I had done a funeral ceremony myself. A heavy grief overwhelmed my head, and my hands trembled.

The short-lived little fish is dead! Who killed you to death? You are still so young, come to the world - say you came to the school of fish, in the school of fish you are still like a sprout and should grow, but you are dead!

Lang Hua went out and left me the empty room. He was opening the door when he came back, and I rushed up and said, "The little fish is not dead, but the little fish is alive again!" I clapped my hands, and tears were about to flow out. I went to the table to get the candle. He knocked on the edge of the basin, but it didn't move, and the fish didn't move again.

"Why won't it move again?" He went into the water to stand up the fish, but it crossed again.

"Stand up. Look at the wax oil!..." He pulled me away from the basin.

The little fish is really dead this time! But it came back to life after a while. This time, we believe that the little fish will never die. It will be fine after being out of the water for too long.

Lang Hua got up in the middle of the night and said that it didn't move at all, but not afraid, it must be resting again. I asked Lang Hua not to touch it, the little fish was recovering, so don't disturb it.

It is still resting in the bright day, and it is still resting after breakfast. Throw the rice into the bowl again. I also put my feet on the floor lightly, for fear of waking it up, I said the little fish was sleeping.

This sleep never wakes up again. I wrapped it in newspaper, the fish scales were oozing blood, and one eye must have been ripped from the floor.

That's it, I'll send it to the trash can.