Rainy days are always filled with the heavy smell of gray, and the thin lines of rain linger in every corner, and everything is washed away. With great tension, I took out an old yellow Coca-Cola bottle from the garage where I collected garbage at home and took to the road alone.
I chose a corridor full of shops, crouched quietly first, and then took a deep breath like a thief. I dashed into the middle of the road, my fingertips slightly loosened. Like a diver, the coke bottle dropped to the ground with a flick and a naughty roll, as if to say: Don't worry, I will finish the task!
Avoiding the strange eyes of a passerby, I shyly flashed, jumped to the next bus stop, waited for the bus casually, and looked at the empty coke bottle in front of the store out of the corner of my eye.
After a while, something happened. My heart is pounding, as if I had been injected with stimulants. A touch of lively red flashed through my eyes: a little boy! The little boy seems to have been staring at the bottle for a long time, staring at it eagerly. A relaxed sense of happiness rose in my heart: Oh! Save this bottle!
However, contrary to expectations, I saw a bright blush on the boy's face. Then he held out his sky-blue shoes and heard only a loud noise like firecrackers. Coca-cola's bottle drew a tragic arc in the sky, and fell to the ground a few seconds later.
I was dumbfounded when I watched it on the bus platform. However, the little boy looks like a victorious general, with a higher chest and looks like a hero.
However, put this episode down and the statistics will continue. The Coca-Cola bottle just slightly deviated from the middle of the corridor, still lying so safe and sound.
Another person is a fashion aunt. Aunt is covered in red and purple, as if full of flowers. She walked gracefully, staring at all kinds of clothes behind the glass door, and walked happily with the sound of high heels and rain.
Aunt didn't seem to notice that there was still a bottle lying under her feet and stopped at the moment when she wanted to step on the bottle. I thought menstruation had found the bottle, but her eyes were fixed on a hollow sweater in the window. She thought for a moment. She tossed her bag and walked into the shop.
I shook my head strangely, and a sense of oppression overwhelmed me.
A few minutes passed, and everyone seemed to disappear from the air.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Two elder sisters in their early twenties came arm in arm with smiles on their faces. I seemed to know the final answer, swallowed, turned my back and stared at the passing cars. Mud brushes splash and fall silently.
The loud voices and hearty laughter in my ears seem to be submerged outside the rain curtain of heavy rain. Looking back, coca-cola bottle's red trademark paper was particularly eye-catching and burned my eyes.
I think that little boy, aunt, sisters and five other people who go shopping in rainy days have explained what it means to turn a blind eye. ...