I actually expected that in the end, there were two people left, so I went to the toilet and I went

Whenever I think about it, my face burns, and I feel ashamed of my actions.

It happened one afternoon in the summer. The sun hung high in the air like a big ball of fire, without a hint of wind. The flowers and plants all bowed their heads listlessly, drowsy.

Even the asphalt road was softened, and a deep wheel mark was printed, and I was walking on the way from school, wearing a hat, but still sweating all over my face, how I longed to eat ice cream to quench my thirst!

As I walked, I saw a person in front of me who was making ice cream, and I felt thirsty, so I squeezed into the person, and got one. Took a bite of ice cream and wow!

It's so comfortable, cold from head to toe. I threw the ice cream paper away, and it fluttered right outside the peel box. I had the heart to run over to pick it up, and then I thought: Forget it, isn't it just an ice cream paper, nothing remarkable, so I continued to walk forward.

After a while, I came to a fork in the road and saw a little boy of five or six years old running towards his mother with an ice cream. While running, he shouted: "Mom, here you go!"

He ran to his mother, put the ice cream to his mother's mouth with one hand, and threw the ice cream paper to the ground with the other hand, and his mother leaned over to pick up the ice cream paper and said, "The land father-in-law loves cleanliness as much as you do, and if you get his clothes dirty, he will be angry." It's up to all of us to keep it hygienic, and there's a peel box over there, and mom and you throw the ice cream into the box.

With that, they walked up to the crate and threw the ice cream paper in.

Looking at this scene, my face suddenly turned red to the base of my neck, and the demeanor, words and deeds of the mother and son were like a stone, breaking the peace of my mind. The ice cream in my mouth, somehow, didn't feel cool at all. Not only that, but I feel unusually hot, my face has nowhere to hide, my body has nowhere to hide, and my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, bitter, spicy, sweet and sour, I can't tell what kind of taste it is.

I looked at the distant backs of the mother and son, and felt that I was missing something, and that I was too small to raise my head ......

This incident made me understand that in fact, civilization is just a casual thing, if we all have a lazy heart, then the world will still be so beautiful.

You can't do it at all!! Deserve!!! Hahahahaha... You brought it on yourself!! Hey, hey, hey, haha.