It -- a puppy, was a passer-by in my life. I felt a little sour in the eyes, but there were no tears left, because I was unfamiliar with it, and there was no time to be familiar with it.
When I was about to go home after work, I saw two little girls squatting on the ground, their heads leaning against each other, looking at something. Out of curiosity, I went over, and it turned out to be a white curly-haired puppy. The two little girls were watching it eat, talking and laughing softly.