Hippopotamus sick leave note

I regret to inform readers who have caught up here: "Young Master" has been suspended indefinitely.

The hippopotamus is sick and went through a critical period last night. Without chinchilla care, he would definitely have died.

Originally, I still had a lot to say to you, but I was too exhausted and could only insist on writing this little thing.

Old readers who are familiar with me know that the origin of Scrap Iron Walker’s pen name implies “poor health”.

After my mother came to BJ to find me last year, I tried to fulfill my responsibilities as a son while writing, but it was really impossible to take care of both. My mother was also weak and sickly, and she was anxious, depressed, and suspicious. Totoro and I gathered together. I can't take good care of her with my own strength.

Unsurprisingly, after several times of physical and mental exhaustion, I became "as useless as scrap metal" again. As for when I can stand up and become a "walker" again, it depends on whether God allows it.

I have never mentioned my father. My father, who died young, is my god. If there is one ten thousandth point of merit in my character and ability, it must have been passed down to me by my father. The men in my family have short life spans. If you want to believe in science, I'm afraid I won't be able to live forever.

Any regrets? There certainly is.

Hippo has encountered many injustices in his life. Some people have misunderstood me, some have criticized me, some have cursed me, and some have plagiarized me and pretended to be me (and pretended to be my apprentice).

The bigger regret is that many works were not completed in the best possible manner, and there are still too many works in the pipeline that have not been able to see the light of day. But the most important mission of hippos is to accompany chinchillas. The hippopotamus' greatest luck is meeting a chinchilla. In the vast sea of ​​stars, I met my only soul mate.

Last night I told Totoro, I will not really leave, I will wait for you on the moon. That is what you and I both believe, the big, round moon full of silly rabbits, that is where hippopotamus and Totoro are. The final destination of this stupid animal that cannot be tolerated in the human world.

I will become a moon hippopotamus, just like one day my chinchilla will become a moon chinchilla. We will hold our paws and look at the earth where we once lived. All the troubles on the earth will no longer have anything to do with us.

My eyes are wet, and I no longer know what I am writing. In short, I will take a good rest under the care of Totoro and ignore the disturbances from the outside world for the time being.

Goodbye, my lovely readers.