Sima Yang blinked, put his hands to his ears, and listened carefully. His eyes were so focused that people dared to look directly at them: "Listen... they started whispering again."
It seems like you can really hear it...
After a fierce battle between heaven and man in my heart, curiosity took the upper hand over anger. I bit my lip and said, "Really, can you hear me?"
Sima Yang narrowed his eyes, nodded slyly, and said with a crisp and clear voice that was so gentle and moving: "Of course."
I was doubtful, but I still followed Sima Yang's example and put my hands to my ears and listened carefully to the sound of wind blowing leaves and the loud chirping of insects, but there was no sound of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl talking![
Could it be that I moved too much and they noticed it, so they stopped talking??
I was anxious, tugged on Sima Yang's clothes, and lowered my voice: "Sima Yang, are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl still talking now?"
Sima Yang listened carefully, smiled happily, and narrowed his eyes into two crescent moons: "Yes, listen, listen..."
Is it the wrong direction, so I can't hear it?
Thinking like this, I used my waist as the main axis, twisted my butt, and leaned next to Sima Yang, my ears stood up long.
Except for the sound of wind and the chirping of insects, I still can't hear anything!
I was as anxious as a boiled shrimp, my face was red, I was scratching my head and ears, running around in circles: "Sima Yang, I can't hear you! I can't hear you at all! What should I do? What should I do?