I am an ordinary sapling, growing on the roadside of a desolate mountain peak, let the wind and rain blow and no one cares. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I was as small and fragile as any other weed.

In my limited consciousness, I thought that I would live my short life like other flowers and trees, but I didn't expect to meet a girl on that not very sunny day.

This is a strange girl, who cherishes me so much, that she planted me on the highest part of the mountain. And named Ali.

Why she chose the name Ali, I don't know, but she gave me rebirth, gave me a name, and I am grateful to her.

Little did I know at the time that this girl would change my life in the days that followed. I didn't know that I would have many entanglements with this girl in the rest of my life.

At that time, I was in a state of ignorance, except that this girl had planted me, planted me on the highest hillside, and named me Ari.

Alley, that's a beautiful name.

Perhaps humans don't know what it means to be given a name to flowers and trees. It's like they don't know that even the most ordinary grass has a soul of its own.

I am at the highest point of the mountain, where I can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon very well, and here, I am well taken care of by her.

Trees are not like humans, because they are imprisoned in their freedom and deprived of joy, anger and sorrow, so they grow faster than humans.

In just three years, I was no longer the weak tree, and in just three years, I was able to shelter others from the wind and rain. In just three years, my ignorant and chaotic consciousness gradually formed clear thinking.

Plants and trees are far more lonely than other creatures, and I don't know if my brothers and sisters of my own race will have the same emotions as humans. But I don't think every goblin is as lucky as I am.

Because I wasn't lonely growing up.

At that time, the girl would come to me every day and tell me about her life.

As an ordinary tree in the world, although it is not a demon, it has the soul that flowers and trees should have, and I can't respond to the girl, but I can be her listener.

The girl was not happy, and there was too much loneliness in her smile. She has no friends, all she can have is me, an ordinary tree.

Maybe I'm special for girls, but for me, girls aren't.

Just when I thought life would go on and on, the girl came to me and said, "Alley, I'm getting out of here."

She had come to say goodbye to me after all, and she said she was leaving here.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I forgot that I am not human and have no mouth,

I wanted to say goodbye to her, but I couldn't. Because I'm just an ordinary tree.

At that moment, my heart swelled with reluctance and loss. That was the first time I experienced this strange emotion. An emotion that should not be present as a plant or tree.

I looked at her back and told myself that she was human and that I was just an ordinary plant. How ridiculous it is for a tree to cherish the warmth of human beings.

The girl did leave, but in the coming year, she was back again.

One year, two years, three years...

Every year the girl would come back to me, as she always did, and tell me everything.

Since that year, I have been waiting for her to return every year.

Time passed, and the girl changed from a young girl to a beautiful woman, from innocence and kindness to tenacity and maturity. And I'm growing stronger.

But time has changed not only us, but so much.

I don't remember the first few years, when the villages that grew around me turned into a sea of blood,

I don't remember the first few years when the woman brought back a little girl.

I can't remember the first few years when a woman bleed on my torso.

She leaned against my torso and she said, I'm back and won't be leaving.

She said, Ali, you are the only one by my side all the time.

She would never leave me again, but my heart felt a little sad.

Why is it sad, perhaps because, since then I have lost the meaning of waiting.

Maybe it's because after that, no woman will tell me her story.

I grew lonely on the hillside. Watch the sun rise and night, watch the flow of time. I truly experienced the loneliness of being a tree.

At that time, I wondered if if I had never met a woman, I would be like my kindred, without thoughts and without yearning.

Because there is some warmth, once you touch it, you will never forget it.

[ps: I'm starting to write confessions, maybe some people like to watch and some don't, I'll send all these confessional chapters as soon as possible~.] (To be continued.) )