"What, you like Tezuka? You don't have to be in such a hurry to do Titanic, right?" Ryoko's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"Why are you so exaggerated?" Guezi smiled and shook his head.
"Exaggeration? Do you know what Qingxue calls him? They say he is an iceberg! Even if global warming causes the sea level to rise and he drifts to the equator, he will not disappear." Liangzi clicked his tongue, "Give up. Real warriors dare to face the bleak life."
Guanzi tilted his head and smiled.
To her, Tezuka was like the 8,000-meter deep sea. Because it is too deep, the sun shines halfway, and you lose the courage to move forward; because it is too silent, even if the seaweed grows there, you feel lonely.
But there are also fish in the deep sea. They lived there quietly, with few interactions, moving slowly, and the traces of water passing by were too faint to be seen clearly. This is the tenderness of the deep sea, which is silently tolerant.