All we know is the awn.
Later, some of us sea squirrels went to other worlds and learned that the word "wheat awn" actually meant the underwater world.
That sounds awful! The word "麦芒" (màimáng) means "miracle" or "miracle" in Chinese.
The wonder of wheat awns is beyond your imagination.
We have our own castle and technology, we have seashells that can generate electricity, corals that can emit flames on the seabed for cooking, and kind little seahorses.
Our favorite thing to do was ride little seahorses around under those giant, glowing mushrooms.
A single seashell can give you a little seahorse to take you on a ride around the bottom of the ocean. Add another seashell, and you can have the little seahorse sing for you and listen to your troubles. They are angels of the sea.
Although I've heard of an oddball, I've never actually seen him.
We have our own hunting logic. We don't hunt in the city. If we want to eat fresh seafood, we will definitely leave the city and eat all kinds of seafood we encounter in the wild deep sea according to our mood.
We also have a hunting principle: we don't eat our friends. So if you come to MaiMang, you'll find that every creature in MaiMang loves making friends.
The more friends you make, the less risk you'll be taken advantage of.
We are naturally enthusiastic and not afraid of fighting, so we have adapted quite well to life after the game came along.
We will prioritize worlds similar to those of the wheat awns, and search for creatures that also live on the seabed.
We don't see this as an invasion; we see it as a fusion, like one ocean finding another, and no one can say for sure who swallowed whom.
The wheat awn embraces all living things, and it embraces all differences.
When you come to Mai Mang, you get the freshest local Mai Mang.
Later, an exception came to Mai Mang, a Heavenly Crab named Xie Xie.
He doesn't care about being friends with any seafood, he's not interested in being the leader of the wheat stalks, and he's even uninterested in owning his own castle!
He loved to wander in the wilderness and deep sea.
Later, I heard that he found the only shiny little seahorse in MaiMang that liked to talk trash.
Their group is so famous, like a rare legend in the wild. If you don't see them, you'll feel sad for a whole day; if you do see them, you'll feel sad for a whole year.
Once I encountered them in the wild, and I enthusiastically encouraged them to return to the city to live. The creatures of the wheat awns are very friendly and do not reject outsiders. The little seahorse covered its mouth with its little hand in surprise.
"Oh my god, it's a city bumpkin! Can't it see that we're the ones rejecting them?"
Are they rejecting us?
When I asked Songsong, it told me that it didn't understand either, because there were many creatures that came to Wheat Mang, and Crab was one of the few that quickly accepted that it would be called Wheat Mang Crab instead of Hippie Crab. It would even get angry when other creatures called it Hippie Crab.
At that time, neither Songsong nor I understood. We thought that Xie Xie was just living a carefree life, or that he didn't care about these things.
We didn't understand until the day the wheat awns broke.
Ah, so it's not that we have no feelings after all. It's that from the moment our world shattered, we've all been afraid to hear the name of our own world again, because every time we hear it, it hurts.
We have lost the wheat awn, and from then on, we can no longer merge with another sea.
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