Chapter 3: Heart Has Spirit
"Can you tell me what you are?" asked the river politely after he finished his sincere and moving narrative.
"I am a kindergarten teacher." The grass that was still in the midst of being moved stood before such a man and didn't want to hide anything, she opened her heart.
"Hehe! I thought you were the king of kids! But didn't expect to be a little kid king." A small figure with a tongue-out and making a face appeared along with this sentence.
The grass laughed, and was also amazed at his sharpness.
"How do I know if I'm a child king? Are there obvious signs?"
"Your words have shown me your kindness and goodness."
"Haha! Are you 'explaining words and analyzing characters'? Looking at the phenomenon to see the essence?"
"Hehe! Words are symbols of the soul's voice, illustrating the dance of the soul."
The grass in his heart cheers for the river! What a unique man! He has such a wonderful appreciation for words!
"Kindred spirits! It seems like the high mountains meeting the flowing water, Bo Ya encountering Ziqi! The quiet grass was stirred up by the river's words and became mischievous."
"Hahaha......" The river laughed loudly, and the laughter seemed to come from afar through the screen, ringing clearly in the ears of the grass. The grass also smiled.
"Really, your words are beautiful, beautiful in their naturalness and sincerity, I think the person who can write such words must also be a sincere person!"
The grass's eyes lit up, and the feeling of being moved filled her heart once again: The river seemed to be living right next to the grass, just like a neighbor, his understanding of the grass made the grass feel as if she had known this river for a long time, walking through many moments together, head held high or low, on every street and alley.
Yes! The grass in life is indeed a kind and sincere person: she treats people with kindness, lives happily, and has no guile like the children in her kindergarten, with simplicity and plainness in her heart.
"Your mother left you early, but your life is not bleak! You make people feel sorry for you and admire you!" The words of the river made the grass's nose sour, he was different from other readers in the space, some stayed on the surface of the text, while he interpreted the soul of the text, he moved himself and also moved the grass.
"Thank you! Thank you for walking into my life! Knowing you is really great!" The grass exclaimed sincerely.
"Your words have opened up a new world for me, and I feel like the fisherman from Wu Ling, discovering a 'utopia' where the most beautiful drama of human life is being performed."
Those beautiful words on that river gently flutter in front of the grass, overlapping into a warm and cozy life scene.
Under the dim yellow light, the warm kang head, the needle and thread of the bamboo basket, mother's hands are sewing love, connecting true feelings.
Under the moonlight of butter color, a 28-type Flying Pigeon bicycle carried the wife who was off her night shift, speeding along the quiet streets.
Gently swaying cradle, daughter's sleeping face, the new father guarding beside his daughter, tired and happy.
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The grass and the river chatted like this: from words to the internet, and then from the internet to life. The grass was surprised to find that they had many views that coincided with each other. The grass also made a major discovery, which was that it was able to talk incessantly in front of the river, despite not being good at online communication.
Time flows quietly like water, without any waves or surprises, and the years slip away at the tip of one's fingers. Before I knew it, three months have passed since I met that river...
How many quiet nights, the grass and the river are colliding and rubbing against each other in a virtual network of souls: laughing, talking, making noise, and also arguing...
The grass has grown accustomed to such days, and in the peaceful days there is a sense of longing and waiting.
But one day, the river disappeared!
