Have you ever accidentally thrown something very important into the trash can and rummaged through it?

For a careless person like me, it's really not uncommon to throw things around. For example, grandma gave me a red envelope and lucky money, contact lenses mixed with a bunch of paper boxes, lipstick I bought not long ago, a bank card I accidentally threw away … and my admission notice.

Let's not talk about the rest. The time when I accidentally threw the admission notice into the trash can was really worrying. That was the summer vacation when I graduated from senior three. After a devil's third year of high school, I finally entered the university with one foot. In fact, although I said I was admitted to the university, I didn't take it seriously, because it was safer to apply to the university. At that time, the admission notice was sent home. I opened it and knew what I needed to know. After taking out the bank card and mobile phone card, I put the parcel bag on the desk. At that time, I really didn't know what was going on, so I didn't even think about taking out the admission notice, or subconsciously thought I did.

My desk is actually quite messy. I unpacked the express parcel bag and piled it with snack bags and cosmetics. I didn't clean it up much. Then I used it to clean my room, so I swept one side and put all the things on my desk in a garbage bag. Well, I received them together with my admission notice.

I didn't realize it at the time. By the time I realized it, it was that night. That night, when I was in the freshman group of Shui School, I saw a photo of someone sending his admission notice. At this time, I suddenly woke up and found that I never seemed to see my admission notice. Then I started looking everywhere, but the cards and everything were there, but there was no notice. I didn't dare to let my mother know, for fear that she would scold me, but my mother became suspicious of my kicking and asked me what was going on. After I said it, the two of them checked it, and it broke down and threw it in the trash can downstairs.

We took out the garbage downstairs in the morning. Facing the heavy rain and mosquitoes in summer, my mother and I went to rummage through the trash can at midnight. Fortunately, when I took out the garbage, my mother classified it, which was relatively easy to find. Then in that pile of rubbish, I found a notice saying that I was safe and sound. The feeling of getting it back is actually quite good, just like a stone falling to the ground.