The little stone has existed on the Fairy Mountain for ten thousand years. From the first moment I opened my eyes until now, I can only look at the empty space in front of me. There is only dirt and gravel in the square inch. Until one day, a tree grows there. "Now, Little Stone, I am a little tree man. I can finally talk to you." I'm the only tree person, am I great, but no one talks to me? I can understand what the mountain bird means, but he can't say it. The phoenix brings news, but he can't say it either. The rain brings ability, but he can't say it either. Little stone, I know what you can say is right. I realized before You were the one who woke me up when I was still sleeping, right? I know, I heard your voice, you called me little tree man, I heard it, little stone, can you talk to me?" "..." "Well, although you don't want to talk to me, you are my first friend. "Friend." The sky was getting dark, the sun was gone, the little tree man stopped talking, the leaves were curled up, the whole tree was listless, as if its life had been drained, and the little stone felt uncomfortable. It was not that he was unwilling to talk to the little tree man, but he was afraid of saying "I like you" as soon as he opened his mouth.
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