Chu Yunsheng tightened his clothes, then crouched down next to the little plant girl. He habitually reached his hand into his pocket searching for the half cigarette that Old Sun had given to him and then used the fire starter that was made by the people in this forest to light the cigarette.
"Oh, sorry, uncle, I forget that you can't speak. But it's okay, you can write on my leaves, sis does the same thing when she teaches me how to write Chinese." The little plant girl reached out a big yellowish leaf and said. Perhaps she didn't have enough nutrition, that's why the color was like that.
Chu Yunsheng bit on the cigarette and carefully held the leaf and wrote slowly, "I also haven't talked to anyone for a very long time." The leaf was soft and tender like a piece of cotton cloth.