Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting shimmering shadows. Qin Qianluo stood quietly in this tranquil scene, with the little girl beside her, who had just experienced a baptism of sorrow.
She leaned slightly forward, a perfectly gentle smile on her face, a smile that seemed to have the magic to dispel gloom.
The little girl's uncontrollable sobs gradually subsided, but her small body still trembled slightly from time to time.
She looked up, her red and swollen eyes filled with grievance and longing, staring straight at Qin Qianluo, her gaze also carrying a hint of confusion and helplessness.
Seeing this, Qin Qianluo slowly reached out her hand, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing the fragile little life in front of her.
Her fingertips gently touched the little girl's ears, again and again, like a gentle breeze brushing against flower petals.
"Do you know?" Qin Qianluo asked, her voice as gentle as the warmest breeze in spring, each word seemingly carrying warmth.
"Inside our ears, there is a very special little bone called the 'hearing ossicle'."
As she spoke, she gently tapped her ear with her other hand, gesturing for the little girl to look.
"When we were still in our mother's warm womb, it was pitch black all around us. It was our mother's heartbeat that accompanied us and gave us our first sense of security."
This small bone was slowly formed from a magical substance in the mother's body.
It's like an invisible bond, tightly connecting you and your mother together." Qin Qianluo's eyes were full of gentleness, as if she were telling an ancient and beautiful legend.
"So, from now on, whenever you miss your mother," Qin Qianluo paused slightly, gently pinched the little girl's ear with her fingers, and her smile became even more tender.
"Just touch your little ear. This tiny bone will always be there for you, in place of your mother."
Whether it's day or night, rain or shine, it will stay there quietly, listening to your heart's whispers, just as if your mother had never left.
The little girl nodded as if she understood, slowly raised her hand, and gently touched her ear. The sadness in her eyes seemed to fade away at that moment.
Her movements were very light, as if she were afraid of disturbing something. The moment her palm touched her ear, a strange sensation, like an electric current, spread throughout her body.
Her eyes widened instantly, making her already swollen eyes look even more endearing, filled with disbelief and surprise.
Its small body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if it were trying to catch something.
Yes, she heard it! That familiar and warm voice gently rang in her ears, every syllable carrying the warmth of her mother.
It was just like her mother's gentle whispers before she fell asleep countless times, so clear and so real.
She couldn't help but wonder if this was just a beautiful illusion caused by her longing for her mother, or if her mother was really talking to her through these little ears.
She tilted her head back, looking directly at Qin Qianluo, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and an intense longing for an answer, a light that seemed to pierce through all gloom.
In a slightly hoarse, childlike voice, she asked cautiously, "Sister, is what you're saying true?"
Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, as if Qin Qianluo's next answer would become the support of her entire world and the strength for her to continue to bravely face life.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's smile grew even brighter, like a blooming flower in spring, with the soft sunlight shining on her, outlining a warm halo.
She leaned down slightly, bringing her gaze level with the little girl's. Her eyes curved into crescents, filled with sincerity and tenderness as she stared intently at the little girl.
Then, Qin Qianlu nodded heavily, her long, black hair swaying gently.
She reached out and gently took the little girl's hand, her tone earnest as she spoke clearly and firmly, "Really, I won't lie to you."
This tiny little ossicle is the unique connection between you and your mother; it will always be with you.
In that slightly melancholic atmosphere, the little girl raised her innocent face, her expression unusually solemn.
She nodded earnestly. At that moment, it seemed that her young heart had been deeply imprinted with this warm comfort, as if a seed of hope had been planted.
The older brother, standing to the side, trembled slightly, as if struck by an invisible yet powerful force.
Without warning, he subconsciously and slowly raised his hand and gently touched his ear.
He forced back tears, which streamed down his tear-streaked face like beads from a broken string, each drop filled with his deep longing for his mother.
After whispering their thanks to Qin Qianluo, the brother and sister snuggled together.
With hurried yet slightly heavy steps, I followed closely behind the slowly moving funeral procession, which was filled with an atmosphere of grief.
The people who had been silently watching were deeply touched after hearing the conversation between Qin Qianluo and the little girl.
Many people had red eyes, tears welling up in their eyes, their hearts filled with emotion and bittersweet feelings.
Especially for those who have already lost their mothers, at this moment, an indescribable emotion compels them to involuntarily raise their hands and gently touch their ears.
Their faces were filled with complex and unreadable expressions, a mixture of crying and laughing, as if they had transcended the boundaries of life and death in that instant.
They engaged in a heartfelt conversation across time with their long-deceased relatives.
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