Little Celery had been going to school alone for about two weeks now. She was familiar with the nearby streets and even knew which traffic lights were longer and which were shorter. However, there were always different people walking on the same road. She went out at a fixed time every day, while others seemed to come early or late. She saw different faces every day, and they were all strangers. Only the middle-aged couple in the pet shop could be considered … familiar.
Except for the breakfast stall, the owners of the other shops on this street seemed to be more lazy. When Little Celery ran past in the morning, they all closed their doors, but when she went home in the afternoon, they all opened their doors. After all, Binhai City was not a big city with a fast pace of life.
This pet shop was an exception. Every time Little Celery ran past the entrance of the shop, she would look inside. There were not many customers, but the two people in the shop always seemed to have endless work to do. They were always busy, and it was easy to see them idling.
She was very observant, so she could draw an accurate route map. She also observed the pet shop and the couple carefully, and subconsciously drew them out of the category of "strangers."
Facing the paper towel handed to her by the middle-aged woman, Little Celery stopped but did not take it. She shook her head and said, "Thank you, Auntie. My mom doesn't allow me to take other people's things."
After that, she continued to run.
Although she did not take the paper towel, this was the first complete sentence she said to them.
The next day.
Little Celery told her mom and prepared a paper towel to wipe her sweat. Because Little Celery was very lively and active, her mom did not think anything was strange.
When passing by the pet shop, she unconsciously slowed down and habitually peeked to the right.
Habits were so terrible.
"Where did it go?"
"Catch it!"
"It just jumped past you!"
The middle-aged woman was not standing in front of the shop today. The pet shop was in a mess. The couple was walking around, staring at the floor, and bending their waist, as if they were looking for something or playing a game.
"Ouch! My old waist... "The middle-aged man's face was twisted, and he hit his waist and gasped.
"Hurry up, close the door first, don't let it run out!" the middle-aged woman urged.
Children were always as curious as cats, and Little Celery was no exception. She looked at the shop in confusion, and involuntarily walked a few steps closer. She was fascinated for a moment. She left home early and ran all the way, so she had plenty of time to watch the show.
At this time, a furry little guy suddenly jumped out of the shop. Its fur was wet, and its two long and soft ears drooped down. Its three-petaled mouth was half open, revealing two big front teeth. It looked very adorable.
This thing was somewhat similar to the rabbits that Little Celery had seen in cartoons, but not exactly the same. That was because the ears of the rabbits in the cartoons were straight, but this little guy's ears were soft and floppy.
No matter what, this little guy was not even close to the word "fierce".
Little Celery and it stared at each other. She seemed to be blocking its escape route.
"Don't let it get away!" the middle-aged couple in the shop yelled.
The two of them were getting on in years, and their legs were not as agile as when they were young. In addition, the floor had just been mopped and was slippery, so they did not dare to run around in case they fell.
"Hey!"
Little Celery posed like an eagle catching a chick, with her arms wide open and her feet in a horse stance, blocking the way.
In school, the teacher said that good children should be happy to help others. This should be considered helping others, right?
The furry and wet little guy saw that it could not run in a straight line, so it could only jump to the side. But when it jumped, Little Celery also moved in that direction.
It seemed to be very timid. After its way was blocked, it wanted to stop in an emergency, but it accidentally stepped on the stairs and rolled down. Because its front legs were short and its back legs were long, it was not good at walking on stairs.
Little Celery was the closest to it, so she was very agile. She rushed up and held it down with both hands.
"I caught it!" she shouted excitedly.
The couple also ran out of the shop at this time and said happily, "Thank you, little friend. The rabbit almost ran away!"
Little Celery was very happy to be thanked by others. She smiled and said, "You're welcome. This is what I should do!"
The man took over and picked up the prison escape rabbit.
Little Celery stared at it and asked curiously, "What kind of rabbit is this?"
"Lop-Eared rabbit. Haven't you seen it before?" The middle-aged woman wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Little Celery blinked her eyes, trying to digest this strange name, "Lop-Eared rabbit …"
"This little guy is usually kept in a cage, but the cage is relatively small, so we have to let it out every day to let it move around. The weather isn't cool right now, and its fur is thick. We were just about to give it a bath, but it saw an opening and jumped out of the bathtub, causing us to chase after it …" The middle-aged woman recounted what had happened.
Little Celery was fascinated by the story. Just imagining it was very interesting.
The man returned to the shop with the lop-eared rabbit in his arms, and Little Celery's eyes followed the rabbit in his arms.
"Do you want to see it in the shop?" The middle-aged woman noticed her gaze and smiled. The child's thoughts were so easy to guess, and it was written on her face. She pointed to the shop and invited Little Celery.
"No, no, I have to go to school."
Little Celery waved her hands in a panic and ran away. She wanted to see it, and it was still early for class, but …
After school that day, she once again revised the route map. She erased the cat head logo of the pet shop and replaced it with a rabbit head. At first, she drew the rabbit ears as soft and flat, but she realized that her drawing skills were too poor. The rabbit that she drew was ugly and did not look like a rabbit at all, so she changed it to the regular rabbit ears.
At dinner, as usual, she told her mother about the interesting things that happened at school during the day, and suddenly said, "Mom, have you seen a lop-eared rabbit?"
"No, is that a kind of rabbit?"
Her mother answered casually. She seemed a little absent-minded from the beginning of dinner. Every time she was busy with work, she would always be like this. She had to be like this, eating dinner while thinking about work, because if she didn't work, she wouldn't have food. And every time this happened, Little Celery would be observant, and wisely not bother her with some small things.
"Yes."
Little Celery didn't continue. After dinner, she went to help her mother wash the dishes, and then went back to her room to do her homework.
After her mother cleaned up the kitchen utensils, she also went back to her room to work until very late.
When Little Celery was sleeping, she found a long white rabbit hair on her clothes, and she dreamed of a lop-eared rabbit at night.
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