Do you believe in fate? There are many wonderful things in the world, and what we're going to tell today is the classic story of a lost puppy falling and going home. The owner of the classic story is a dog that was lost eight years ago by the mother of a small Internet citizen in Aoshima City. Eight years ago, when Internet users went to college, no one was with their mother because their father was also in business. So the mother adopted a puppy to look after herself, which means the belly. When the belly was three months old, it wasn't too big, and it was a velvet plume of milk and white pellets on the bed. It is very well connected to the mother at the top, very sticky and superlove to play and play with the mother at the top, as if she were a bread powder and a daily source of happiness. It'll be a pillow core for the mothers every day, and the mothers will love it as a child. When the mother went to work, she would also stand in the window and see the mother move away. For the mother, the belly is the same as her next child. The days were boring and happy, but there was no longer a good time, and the mother had to go home to take care of her mother, who was in danger. The mother, too, was worried that she would not be cared for, and had only taken time to go home, and then did not come back, so she gave her belly specifically to a pet grandmother in the same neighbourhood. One can never imagine that such a move would mean that when the mother returns home in a year and a half, the grandmother of the residential district has moved away and the dog has disappeared. Mothers cry when they think about their belly. The slow pace has been moving forward, with Internet users moving home and running a hotel for eight years. The day the people of the Internet saw their belly in front of the hotel.
“You call it a name; it's moving, as if it were someone else, and it's standing there. “It has been determined for a while, that means the belly, all of its features.” Mothers are deeply emotional about their belly, so when the mother arrives in the wind, crouching for her name. He was standing still, and then he jumped and let his mother hug him. Perhaps at this moment, it remembers these eight years of time, thinking of the years that they had been happy and unforgettable, and the pain that they had suffered in the streets after that. The belly is in the arms of the mother, who softly beats the back of the belly, comforting it as if it were a child who was suffocated. Although they do not speak the language, their feelings exceed the point of resonance, they shed tears, and their return to each other seems to be a challenge to eight years, but it is a happy ending. It's almost a happy thing for the world. When he came home, he brought home a little yellow dog, and the netizens assumed it was his daughter, so he took care of it together. Eight years later, when two or three years old were more attractive, the belly had fallen, and many years of vagrancy had been so tragic. It was not only the tears of the mother, but also the rain: "You're getting older because I'm getting older and we're getting old." This kid will find his way back for the rest of his life! Now, you have to be really happy for the rest of your life. There was every famous saying before the village spring tree: “Everyone has a whole mountain forest that belongs to him, and perhaps people have never stepped, but it's always there, always there. Those who are lost are lost and those who meet will meet again.” I look back and you were here, and I'm looking for you this time.