A story ~ true ~ about mom ~ a RMB

The story took place on an ordinary morning N years ago. Mom took a little money to go to the market to buy food. When I found 1RMB on the way to the market, I picked it up and put it in my pocket. When I arrived at the food market, I went shopping for 1H and bought the vegetables. I went to the green onion to buy some green onions. Picked the onion, just 1RMB. My mom remembered the 1RMB that I had just picked up and pulled it out to the onion seller. At that moment, the lovely coin fell gorgeously on the ground and moved forward at a constant speed. Rolling and rolling, rolling a few meters in a row, finally accompanied by a bang, heroically disappeared into the sewer. This long process lasted 5 seconds. At the 5.5S, my mom realized what. In the 6th, I put my hand into the pocket, I felt 1RMB at the 6.5S, pulled it out at the 7.5S, handed it to the onion seller at the 8.5S, and took the onion at the 10th.

The mother walked out of the market and felt the splendour and warmth of the sun. In the end, I can conclude that it is yours that you can't escape. It's not your waste and you don't want to get it. Even if you get it, you can't have it.