[Beetles are perfect bugs, right?
Do you think so too?
They have a hard shell and big tentacles. They can fly, eat bugs, and can live through the seasons simply crawling on the ground.
I envy them.
Do you think that when these beetles give birth to babies, will the baby bugs stop on the belly of the mother beetle and eat the mother's flesh?
You said that's something only ants do?
I don't really like this answer.
We should put the beetles in a box, whether it is a plastic box or a glass box, it is always right.
Because in this way you can observe it forever, and it will not fly away and stay in front of you forever.
When it is hungry, feed it food, feed it leaves, feed it bugs, feed it some fruits and so on. Don't worry, it will live a very happy life, happier than us.
I particularly like the bluish beetles because they look so pretty. But this new beetle is very strange.
It has a big belly and is probably about to give birth to a baby.
I hate red.
Because every time I see red, it brings me pain. So red equals pain, so I don't like it.
But this big blue beetle gave birth to a red beetle. Weird, right? This is obviously not its child. But this big blue beetle likes this red beetle very much.
Suddenly one day, the beetle started talking.
The blue beetle said to me, "This red beetle is your sister. You should take good care of her. You should not hate her."
"Who would recognize a red beetle as a sister?" Of course I was disgusted, because you think about it, the color red makes people so uneasy. It actually said this is my sister. Then isn't this blue beetle my mother? But I am not a beetle, I firmly believe that I am not a bug.
I simply don’t like the color red or red beetles.
Oh, by the way, I also want to introduce it to you. This guy wearing a white coat and a big color-changing flower on his head is the guy who takes care of me.
Do you understand? She can eat anything you feed her, even more than a beetle! I really don’t understand what she likes to eat, so I feed her everything.
This big flower also often tells me that the blue beetle is my mother. But allow me to emphasize it again. I'm not a bug.
Together with the red beetle, it became bigger and bigger. I hate them more and more. That is to say, this red beetle has its blue beetle mother. But where is my mother? She hasn't visited me for a long, long time.
Speaking of my mother, she is a very gentle person. She will make a lot of delicious snacks for me. She will hold my hand to play on the swing and go to the amusement park. I like holding her hand very much.
But it seems that since I raised this blue beetle, I have never seen my mother again.
I missed her so much that I cried to Dahua who took care of me more than once. I wanted to see my mother.
The big flower just glowed blue and smiled at me and said, "Your mother will come, she will come to see you."
Will she come? Will it really come?
I've been looking forward to it, and I don't know how long I've been looking forward to it.
As time goes by, it seems that I have almost forgotten her.
Plus I have a new friend to keep me company, and I feel less lonely.
Her name is Belika and she's my friend. Even though it's red, I don't hate her. Belika is a very cute girl, I like her curly golden hair very much. Although she often bullies me, I don't think this is a bad thing. Although I will contradict her, I feel that I listen to her.
One day she asked me to smash a vase, and she and I laughed together all morning.
Then I competed with her to see who could run faster, but unfortunately I lost this time. Belika is really awesome, so awesome that I hate her, but I don't hate her.
When I was feeling uncomfortable being wrapped tightly by those vines, Bellica was watching from the side. It wasn't until I felt particularly uncomfortable that she looked at Dahua, who had been taking care of me, with an angry expression.
But Bellica, I'm just a kid, I can't fight an adult. Dahua is very tall and has a tough personality. She would prick me with a needle every day, which was very painful. But Dahua said that these are for my own good and are things to calm me down.
But Bellica, you seem to hate this thing, because every time I get stuck with a needle, you fall asleep and there is no one to play with me.
So I refused Dahua’s daily acupuncture for Belika. Am I awesome?
The red beetle, the blue beetle, and the big flower! They were nagging in my ears day and night. I didn't even pay attention, I just want to play with Belika now!
But it's strange to say that, I know Belika is a very cute girl. You have curly blond hair and are wearing a red dress. You are also wearing a red bow on your head. Overall, you look red. But I can't remember your face.
Is it a human face? What is a human being?
Is it the face of a mushroom? Like the things I drew in my books?
Is it the face of a beetle? How come someone has the face of a beetle?
I can't remember your appearance, but I know clearly that this is you Belika.
Bellica, do you remember that day?
That day you and I were talking face to face, and suddenly a particularly big caterpillar came in. The caterpillar was still spitting mucus around. It looks like a spider, but not like a spider. Anyway, it’s just a big, furry, black caterpillar. And I really don't like those slimes. Because they are red.
Sorry for being stuck, I'm not talking about you. Although you are red, I actually don't hate you. real.
Just listen to what I have to say first, okay?
The big black caterpillar approached me. You were the first one to jump out and protect me! You crushed that big caterpillar with one kick. Of course, the mucus after killing the caterpillars also flows everywhere.
But Bellica, do you know what I found?
I discovered my mom! Sure enough, she came to see me! I'm so happy. So I jumped into my mother's arms.
Feeling my mother's heartbeat.
One sound, two sounds, three sounds.
It was a very warm voice. Bellica, you hugged my mom with me. We are really happy.
Except for the red beetle lying on the ground with its belly turned.
I suddenly discovered that we were also lying on our stomachs. But I think it feels so good to be living in my mother's building, and I really don't want to leave. I want to go back to the time when I was a fetus and live in my mother’s belly. Always with mom. 】
[Cindy’s perspective]
