Western and Eastern

It was raining when he woke up. At that time, he arrived in this world for the first time, surrounded by empty space, bowed his head, and his spherical body was covered with blue close to the sky.

He was picked up, and the two brown columns supporting him around the body. He turned his head, behind him was another geometric body, brown, tall and stalwart, with a broad top, extending forward to help him block the raindrops.

The brown geometry began to advance, and he was in his arms, watching the world gradually regress.

"Rain," said the brown geometry.

"Rain." He repeated, his chubby body stretched out two small branches to catch the rain curtain falling from the top of the brown geometric body.

"Grassland." The brown geometry bowed its head. He also lowered his head and saw a whole piece of green fluff on the ground under the feet of the brown geometric body, which quickly collapsed after being trampled on, and rebounded quickly after the weight left.

He was surprised and looked around, this green fluff filled his vision. He said, "Prairie."

The brown geometry protrudes out of a cylinder: "arms."

He stretched out his branches: "Arms."

The brown geometry covered the end of his arm with the end of his arm, and the strange feeling made him feel at ease.

The rain gradually stopped, and the brown geometry retracted to the top of the extension. Sunlight shot down from the cracks of the gradually dissipating dark clouds, hitting his face, and that strange feeling resurfaced.

He clenched the hands of the brown geometry.

They rarely stopped and continued to move forward. The brown geometry told him the names of everything he could see, and he remembered it quickly. Sometimes geometry teaches him some strange words, something that has no shape.

"warmth."

They lighted a fire at night, and the brown geometry brought him close to the fire, and took off the blanket to wrap him around. He likes "warmth." It's the sun, and it's also clenched hands.

"resignedly."

Sometimes they rested, and the brown geometric figure would take a piece of paper out of his pocket, and he peeked over it. It was another geometric figure, red and slender. Noting his gaze, the brown geometry smiled, put away the paper, and stroked his head. He subconsciously hates "helplessness".

When he walked out of the grassland, the brown geometry put him down. His feet had just grown out and were thin, stretched out his hand to hold one of the hanging arms of the brown geometric body, and struggling to follow behind the geometric body.

After the grassland is the forest, the moist soil, every foot stepped out of it has different shades. His limbs developed in the forest and became strong. He became curious and often broke away from the hands of the brown geometric body. The path followed the divergent forest area and extended to both sides. They continued to move forward, but slowed down noticeably.

They met other geometric bodies, groups of three, groups of four, groups of two, and occasionally encountered individual geometric bodies. Their routes are not the same, they will only meet at a certain point, talk for a while, and then bid farewell.

He picked up two stones and made a sound when struck. He collected more stones, and every two struck made a different sound. He puts these stones in his pockets, he often strikes them, arranges the order of strikes to make the sound more pleasant, and records these orders in his mind.

"Music." The brown geometry told him new words.

"Is music just sound?" he asked.

"No." The brown geometric figure shook his head. He leaned down, held his hands, grabbed two stones, and gently touched them together, "Everyone has a sound, but the music is personal. This is your music, you Talent."

"I like talent." He stared at the stone.

Sometimes he would leave him and often get lost. The forest is so big that it becomes eerie and terrifying at night, with insects singing, the roar of wild animals, and the sound of water droplets. He curled up next to the stone, regretting why he had to leave the brown geometric body. In the middle of the night, the trees in the forest are tall, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and moonlight does not penetrate. It was cold and exhausted, he couldn't fall asleep, and any wind and grass made him frightened.

He prayed for the arrival of the day, and prayed for the daylight to appear earlier, to dispel the haze.

Brown geometry always comes earlier than daylight.

The brown geometric body will find him in the middle of the night and pick him up. He was looking forward to the arrival of the geometric body, but was afraid of his angry look, he followed the brown geometric body and walked back to the road. He secretly determined that he would never run away alone.

But the scenery in the forest is too good, compared to the road they have been walking, everything around is full of temptation. Birds and running water rustle when the wind blows over the leaves. He will soon let go of the brown geometric figure and escape into the deep forest again.

The brown geometry will always find him and take the trouble. Sometimes angry at him: "You can't run around."

He was very grateful at first, and then gradually became bored: "You are not protecting me, you are imprisoning me."

"I do it for your own good."

He shook his head and whispered, "I don't need it."

Their disputes increased, the forest was too big, and the contradictions began to accumulate little by little. He has a strange emotion towards geometry, between love and resentment, or both. They became seldom talking, always one at the front and the other at the back. He tapped the stone lightly and looked down at the road under his feet.

This is not my way. He thought, I should be free.

When I get out of the forest, I want to leave. He thought so.