Chapter 10 have you heard the voice of the sky

In the middle of the night, as thin as breathing, it was two phones murmuring through that line.After the ticking of the rain, it spun like a wind chime. The soft and light sound was the sound of the magic of the breeze. In this world, voices are everywhere.So, have you ever heard the voice of the sky? Is it the movement of the clouds, the rush of the wind?No.Probably not.Only when you go to the sky in person can you know what kind of sound it will be.The little monster, Kongshu, was thinking in this way, holding this wordless book all his life to search for the answer. When the empty book was born, holding an empty book with no words in your hand is like looking for the answers to everything and filling that book.But for some strange reason, when he inadvertently looked up at the sky, he didn't like the vastness of the blue, but was curious about what kind of sound the sky would make.Because of this, Kongshu put on a sky-blue robe and a cloud-colored cloak, stepping on the wind every day to fly to the sky to find out.

Kongshu has become the sage among the little monsters, in the continuous exploration of the sky for tens of thousands of years. When he was looking at the sky, he was alone, lonely for too long. Later, when he found that he was lonely, he waved to the doll, and the doll would walk towards him.Therefore, all the little monsters would wave to the dolls when they were lonely.Don't be too surprised to find yourself with a doll or two dropped or stumbling around at dawn.This is all due to the lonely exploration of the empty book, and the traces of the visits of the little monsters. Kongshu likes to be closer to the sky, closer, closer to his answer.At first, he just sat by the window.Later, he sat on the leaves that flew past the window to the roof.Later, he waved at all the white flowers that were as light as clouds, and treated them as small flying umbrellas, holding those flowers for travel.But no flower can carry him to the sky like a cloud, and he ends up just wandering around.But in this long process, dandelions, catkins and other cloud-like flowers have also become the favorite flying tools of little monsters.did you see it?Now there are always all kinds of passengers on it.

But even with the passage of thousands of years, it is always very difficult for a little monster like Kongshu who is not very magical to find the answer.Several of his rare spells were discovered very, very far later.Spread out his blank book into which to write and work a lot of mood magic.These magics lead to people's hearts, to the one in everyone's heart, a blank book without words like an empty book. He would write questions like, "Who am I? What is life?"He likes such eternal topics, and hopes that everyone will pursue an answer, just like he pursued the voice of the sky.

Yes, just like he was looking for the answer in the sky, flying in the wind every day, flying higher and higher.In the clouds and smoke that occasionally pass across the sky, have you found that figure that is the same color as the sky and half the size of an apple?That is an empty book.After a very, very long time, he discovered that his cloud-colored cloak already possessed the magic of flying, and he could sit on the cloak with a slight flick of his hand—flying by the wind. Have you ever heard the voice of the sky? When you are in a good mood, look at the clouds flying by in the blue sky, and try to write such words in your heart.Maybe, you will also become another empty book, a person who is looking for answers, flying higher and higher.