Wedge
Night, lakeside. A black shadow melted into the night, hidden in the grass. It was a pangolin out looking for food. He looked at the figure in the lake quietly. Under the hazy moonlight, a man leaned motionless against the stone wall by the lake, his eyes lowered, breathing in and out, apparently taking advantage of the full moon to absorb the moonlight. So when he was concentrating, he never noticed that there was a little guy staring at him blankly among the grass in the distance. Water droplets slid down the white skin into the water, but the scene hidden in the water was fascinating. At this time, ripples appeared in the water. It turned out that the man slowly exhaled the turbid air in his chest and abdomen and opened his eyes. Those eyes seemed to contain a clear spring, glowing with sparkling light, making the little pangolin intoxicated in it. In a flash of white light, the figure in the lake disappeared. But that startling glimpse was like a seed, buried deep in the heart of the little pangolin.