Chapter 001: Added New Net Friend
Looking at the few avatars on Q's table, Cao felt a little heartbroken.
It's been several months since Q last logged in, and her garden has become neglected and withered. Occasionally she comes back to sit for a bit, write some emotional words, casually visit other people's spaces, then drop off the radar and shut down. As for who came by, who left, who quietly read her writing, or who was moved by these words... Grass doesn't really care; on the internet, she seems like just a passerby.
But tonight, perhaps the moon's gentle light stirred her heartstrings; perhaps the quietness of Q Garden made her want to change something; or perhaps it was a predestined arrangement... Suddenly, Grass wanted to add some new friends.
After browsing for a long time in the "Add Friends" column, flipping through and searching, suddenly, the name "Clear River" was like a clear stream flowing over the grass's heart, and the grass was instantly attracted to this unique net name. Hehe! "Clear River", how much it resembles a river walking in spring, quietly flowing, whispering happy words in the dance steps of the spring breeze, the grass on both banks is bright green and vibrant... These imaginations made the grass unhesitatingly choose this name, click confirm, wait for response... The other party also had information soon after, so, the grass's first proactive choice on the internet, a handsome head portrait was fixed in Q Garden, a man named River walked into her life from then on, and even stirred up a huge wave in her life.
Cao'er rarely chats on Q, especially with new friends. Cao'er won't take the initiative to chat either. Maybe the other person has the same habit as Cao'er? Or maybe he's busy at the moment. Anyway, he hasn't made any move to find Cao'er to chat, without even a hint of intention.
The grass directly entered his space. In the eyes of the grass, space is a person's spiritual backyard, where flowers or weeds grow. The grass's keen eyes and sensitive heart can often make judgments quickly after reading three to five articles by the other person.
The grass likes to make such judgments: flashy but insubstantial, simple and natural, proud and aloof, bland and tasteless, serene and peaceful... The world constructed by words is so wonderful! Through it, you can see the souls of all shapes dancing, you will be moved, you will also be disgusted; you want to get close, you will also turn around and escape... Unbeknownst to them, it can make two strangers who don't know each other brush past each other, no longer looking back, still just accidental passersby on the road; It can also bring people closer together, listening to the voices of each other's hearts, igniting subtle sparks in each other's hearts.
A moving story unfolds like a serene and refreshing small river flowing through the quiet mountain valley, singing the scenery of life. Sincere and delicate emotions are quietly embedded in the scenery along the way, making those hidden lives rich and vivid. The beautiful and smooth text presents these originally plain lives as poetic and picturesque in front of the grass...
The grass forgot me, and the grass lingered in the space of a man named "Qingqing Ke Yihé" for an entire evening... That peace, that serenity, that openness, that candor, imperceptibly filled the easily moved heart of the grass.
The grass's heart, lightly walked through the backyard, reached out to collect a sky full of starlight, and then was crushed into the river of hearts, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.
Unconsciously, the night had already deepened, and my husband and child had all fallen into a deep sleep. Grass stood up from the chair, stretched her waist, and gazed at the screen, thinking quietly to herself:
"Tomorrow I must find this river and have a chat with it."
