Were you fooled by the title?

hey-hey.

There were some obvious flaws in the previous chapter. After fine-tuning, the rest of this chapter after adjusting the nodes is completely "undetectable".

Let me apologize..my bad.

The first change, as stated in this chapter of the text, has been moved to another location, and there is no content when opened.

After adjusting again, there will be no prompt at all.

I strongly doubt the main text of this chapter, which says that it performs a limited number of crawls (about two or three times) based on rows and columns.

That's it...it's annoying.

This fully illustrates the importance of precision (I heard that Germans are more rigorous).

I’ll check it a few more times before posting in the future to prevent any oversights.

On the way, I thought about some strange questions.

For example, words are fixed. However, due to different arrangement and combination, they become ever-changing, colorful, elegant and vulgar, etc.

The basic body structure (amino acids, etc.) is the same between people, but each individual is unique.

No duplicates.

The above is today’s prologue.

("Everything in the past is a prologue")

The following is the content of the previous article.

(After dinner) I was thinking on the way...

This year, I haven’t been able to see him again.

A bit disappointed.

Just thinking about it.

Turning the corner, I caught a glimpse of green.

Ah la. So you are here.

An emerald green mantis was mixed among the fallen leaves.

This feeling is just like when I went to Hainan with my family that year...

Just like the mole crickets I accidentally discovered while running alone.

They are all childhood friends.

There's nothing wrong with finding it.

I just want to meet, interact, and satisfy my sense of presence:

Send back the "lost" mantises on the streets.

There are so many people coming and going on campus, and it’s very unsafe to stay on the road (especially at intersections).

As for the phenomenon itself...

I came under the streetlight, probably to hunt insects.

Like the gecko outside the swallow window.

(I also saw a gecko a few days ago)

Well... we won't talk about the food chain today...

I heard that the instant speed of mantis hunting is about 1/20 second.

What about movement speed?

People are coming and going, traffic is busy...this is normal.

Not to mention, there are people with malicious intentions.

The worry is not unreasonable.

While trying to catch a mantis, I passed by a child and his parents.

The child asked the parent what it was.

Maybe it's the first time I've met.

kills.

This one seems very energetic.

It even makes me feel that my worries are unnecessary.

Flying around, but still in the middle of the road.

I'm a little hesitant. Although I am a skilled mantis transporter, I did have my skin pierced by those knives when I was a child.

I have lingering fears. "Once bitten by a snake"...

Because I am afraid of hearing the child say to the parents: I want it, catch it for me.

So I bit the bullet and reached out hastily.

After trying several times, I finally succeeded.

Gently hold the slender neck to prevent it from slipping and to ensure that it will not be damaged.

Just like you used to fight against ants, be careful...

Think of "Pokemon".

And the line in the movie "Beverly Dogs", dog-napped.

The child asked again, where should I send it?

Parents' answers...

It makes me feel as if my soul has been struck by lightning.

"Send it back to the grass~"

How did you get this answer?

Send the mantis back to the grass or something.

In my life, I have never heard or seen anyone do such a "boring" thing.

So, how could it be revealed in one word?

If my family had been like this, I might not be where I am now.

The appearance is cold, strong and closed.

The heart is hot and weak, longing to be understood (but unable to communicate).

One of my family’s mantras: What’s the use? It can’t make money!

Part 2: Can you do something serious?!

As I write this, I am both helpless and unable to help but laugh.

Remain silent all year round.

For the second one.

In my heart, I replied: I'm sorry, I can't.

Pull away. Pull back...

During the whole process, I just focused on what I wanted to do and turned a blind eye to the people and things around me.

turn a blind eyethem.

turn a deaf ear.

courtesy.

where aremanners.

(Thinking again of "Kingsman": Manners maketh man.)

Maybe I'm just too introverted and don't know how to respond.

Fortunately, I am a diary keeper...

At this moment, I suddenly understood one of the meanings of writing:

Clarify the truth.

Even if what you hear is false, what you see may not be true.

Then comes one of the meanings of reading: to learn the truth.

Serves as a complement to eyes and ears.
To be continued...