Cleared

"So thirsty... so dry..."

"Am I going to die?"

The beautiful anchovy opened its mouth to take in fresh air; it tried to wag its tail and jump into the pool of water, but to no avail.

Accompanied by the child's "giggle" laughter, a chubby hand grabbed it from the ground, "This goldfish from my cousin's house is so beautiful, I want to use it as a specimen."

"I see that your cousin cherishes this goldfish very much, won't he scold you?" another child asked, patting the so-called cousin on the shoulder.

The little cousin pouted, and just before his cousin went out, he taught himself a lesson because of the goldfish, and when he went out, he specifically told him not to touch the goldfish.

"What's so special about a goldfish? At worst, I'll ask my mother to buy two more for my cousin." The little cousin spoke in a very relaxed tone, completely indifferent to the seriousness of killing a small life.

That's what a bear is like. If you don't let him do something, he will do it anyway, and he will even make the same mistake even more.

The little goldfish could no longer feel the oxygen, and its eyes rolled slightly.

I wanted to struggle a few more times, but I tried my best and couldn't move anymore.

It doesn't want to die, it still has to wait for its master, who will come back to save him soon.

It is very scared, afraid that it will never see its owner again.

But things turned out to be contrary to expectations. It should see the facts clearly. Even if the owner comes back, it may not necessarily save itself. It's too late, I really can't hold it anymore.

The eyes are flickering, it is really dizzy and uncomfortable.

It slumped limply in the hand of the little cousin, waiting for the arrival of the god of death.

But who knows, suddenly there was a tingling pain from its back, and it could feel blood flowing out of its body.

"Why? Why? Even if I die, don't let me die quickly! Why do you want to pull out my fish scales!"

It knows that it can no longer see itself, it is half dead, its beautiful fish scales have been pulled out, and the tail is coming next?

The tail is the weakest part of a goldfish. It doesn't like anyone to touch its tail, even when it's dying.

It doesn't like this little cousin, but it doesn't hate him either, after all, this is the master's real cousin!

The god of death came, before it fainted, it vaguely saw that the door was opened, and it saw the owner it liked...

But, it's really late...

really late...

It has been with its owner for more than half a year, and it doesn't know its owner's name, nor its own name.

The memory of the fish is only three seconds, but it is strange, it seems to be different from ordinary goldfish, it remembers everything about itself and its owner very clearly.

That day, the owner arrived at the market, walking in a hurry, as if he didn't intend to buy anything.

I put myself and other anchovy goldfish together in that rough big basin, waiting for a buyer.

The little goldfish was dazed at the time, diving into the water without moving, staring blankly at the man who was about to pass by, whether there would be a string of bubbles sticking out.

The man gradually approached, turned his head, noticed this place by accident, and stopped.

"Sir, do you want to buy fish? Our family has a variety of fish species. Buy a few and put them in the fish tank at home. They will be very beautiful." The fishmonger boss walked to the man, bowed his waist, and said with a smile.

"En." The man nodded, and squatted down, as if he wanted to choose.

The little goldfish wagged its tail, swam towards the direction where the man was squatting, and decided to show off.

In the end, it worked, and the man bought it back—the man only bought a goldfish.

It is exactly what it wants, so that a man can only be its own master...

It is also unable to recall other things, and it will leave soon, leaving its master.

I don't know if the master will feel sad for himself.

It may be that it thinks too much of itself, and it is just a goldfish!Same with those other goldfish!

If it dies, the owner will most likely buy another one, or come back with a better pet.

No one will remember it as a nameless little goldfish.

A carp can jump over a dragon's gate, but a goldfish can't become a dragon even if it jumps.

Even a pheasant flying on a branch cannot be a phoenix.

It likes its master, but the master may not have any feelings for itself at all.

It is impossible to fall in love across races, the master is a high-ranking human being, and I am just a goldfish that can be caught at a glance.

So what if it's pretty, not just something to watch?

Thinking about it carefully, liking the master, I really don't seem to deserve it...

Painful?

It can't be said, it doesn't seem to be that painful.But when it thinks of its owner's face, it will have an indescribable feeling in its heart, as if a stone has been stuffed into its body, which is very uncomfortable.

When the god of death came, it seemed to hear a sigh, but it didn't seem to have it. It must be a hallucination when death came?

Then, I seemed to be enlightened, and some memories that I didn't have rushed into my mind.

Those are like a dream, an illusory dream.

It was as if, at that moment, I knew who I was and the name of my master...

The author has something to say:

The short film is expected to have three to four chapters. Anchovies and its owner have an interracial love affair? (Basically) Chapter 1 is less, and the following chapters are longer.