The unswerving (unrepentant (broken)) illiterate look at Haixin angry and funny, and it took a while before he calmed down and explained: "Haixin was often sick when he was a child, and every time he was hospitalized for surgery, his sister would fold a lot of paper cranes for Haixin. I asked my sister the same question at that time. My sister said, "God is omnipotent, so the wealth of the world has no value to God." God is not driven by profit. But because of a thousand paper cranes folded with their hearts, they will respond to human needs. Because compared to wealth, people's sincerity is the most precious. ”

"Then why don't you use paper cranes but stones?" Haixin thought he was saying it in simple terms, but the strangeness of the brain hole itself was still questioned by Xiao Po Boy.

"Because," Haixin hesitated. For fear that a child's understanding would be limited, she tried her best to simplify her words, but as she spoke, she somehow recounted Qu Lan's words that night: the piano is 88, undisguised, and the palms are unfurled.

Used to carry the heart of a river beach for humans, she is wide enough. Word for word, repeated.

"Human beings often try their best to say but end up with the words, and those meanings that cannot be fully explained can be vividly interpreted by a few strings of notes and a few paper cranes. The heart can be conveyed as it is, and if you want to hear it, a solid stone is enough.

It wasn't until he finished saying that he saw Xiao Po Boy's innocent look that he realized that he had forgotten about post-processing. I just wanted to make some footnotes to make amends, but the little broken boy had already turned his head and ran to the river. Haixin was puzzled, but by the time she eased up and followed, he had already touched the stones in the shallows. Even if Haixin asked him the reason, he turned a deaf ear and continued to work on his own. It took a while to hit the river and come out. didn't care about putting on shoes, and ran barefoot to Haixin. When he approached, he asked her to hold out his hand. Although Haixin was full of puzzlement, he still reluctantly handed his hand to him. The little broken child placed a fist-sized stone on it. Washed away by the icy river water for many years, the bone-chilling cold suddenly ran through the palm of his hand. A shuddering hand rolled a loose stone to the ground. Seeing this, the little broken child immediately bent down and picked it up, but this time he didn't put it in Haixin's palm, but directly put it into his arms. Wrap your hands and hold them straight to your heart. This stone was as cold as ice, Hai Xin still felt piercing, but he didn't even frown when he was a child. The act of beating the little broken child just now made her unpredictable, and she was unbelievably stuck on the spot at this moment. It wasn't until the little broken child put the stone in the palm of her hand again that she woke up. Although it is still rough and full of jagged edges and corners, the child's little body temperature has made it no longer as cold as it was just now. Just when Haixin felt this little bit of temperature and felt something, there was a young but earnest voice from the little broken child.

"Haixin, did you hear me?!"