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The moon rose, casting its silver light over the fields.
Xiao You and A Ze walked slowly along the ridge, making their way back.
“A Ze, let me tell you a story,” Xiao You suddenly said.
“Sure,” A Ze nodded.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved fireflies…” Xiao You began her tale.
Her voice was soft and gentle, like the summer night breeze, lightly caressing A Ze's heart.
A Ze listened quietly, realizing that Xiao You's storytelling was even more captivating than the glow of the fireflies.
The story Xiao You told was about a girl named Xiao Ying and her friendship with a firefly named Dian Dian.
Xiao Ying was a lonely girl without friends, except for the firefly Dian Dian who kept her company.
Dian Dian was a special firefly; its light shone brighter than all the others, and it could talk.
Xiao Ying and Dian Dian played together, sang together, and shared their secrets with one another.
They spent countless wonderful nights together until one day, Dian Dian told Xiao Ying that it had to leave.
Xiao Ying felt very sad; she didn’t want to part with Dian Dian.
But Dian Dian explained that it had to return to its own place and could not stay with Xiao Ying forever.
Although Xiao Ying felt reluctant, she understood that she had to let Dian Dian go, allowing it to return to the home of fireflies.
Even though she lost Dian Dian, she did not feel lonely, for she knew that Dian Dian would always remain in her heart, and their friendship would never fade away.
The story came to an end, and Xiao You looked at A Ze, asking, “A Ze, what do you think of this story?”
A Ze remained silent for a moment before replying, “It’s very touching.”
He felt that the story was like Xiao You telling her own tale.
He wanted to ask Xiao You if she had ever had a firefly friend like Dian Dian, just as Xiao Ying did.
But he held back the question, thinking it was Xiao You's secret that he should not pry into.
They arrived at Grandma's house, and Xiao You stopped in her tracks.
“A Ze, I’m here,” she said.
A Ze nodded. “Mm.”
“Will you come again tomorrow?” Xiao You asked.
A Ze looked at her; her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, filled with anticipation.
“Yes,” A Ze replied without hesitation.
Xiao You smiled and waved at A Ze. "See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow," A Ze replied.
Xiao You walked into the courtyard and closed the door behind her.
A Ze stood at the door, gazing at the closed entrance, feeling a warmth in his heart.
He turned around and slowly walked back home along the path he had come.
The moonlight bathed him, stretching his shadow long and thin.
He felt as if he was no longer alone; he had a friend, a friend named Xiao You.
Upon returning to his grandmother's house, A Ze saw her sitting in the courtyard, waiting for him.
"A Ze, you're back," his grandmother said with a smile.
"Yeah," A Ze nodded.
"Did you have fun playing with You You?" his grandmother asked.
A Ze's face turned slightly red as he softly replied, "Yes, I did."
His grandmother looked at him with eyes full of love.
“A Ze, Grandma knows you are a good child, just a bit shy,” Grandma said. “But remember, friends are very important. With friends, you won’t feel lonely.”
A Ze nodded and shared the story that Xiao You had told him with Grandma.
After listening, Grandma smiled and said, “You You is truly a child who knows how to tell stories.”
“Grandma, do you believe fireflies can talk?” A Ze asked.
Grandma looked at A Ze seriously and said, “A Ze, as long as you believe, they will talk.”
In the following days, A Ze went to play with Xiao You every day.
They ran together in the fields, caught fish in the creek, picked fruits in the orchard, and listened to Grandma tell stories.
A Ze became more cheerful and lively, and his smile grew brighter.
He discovered that life in the countryside was so interesting and full of vitality.
He no longer feared communicating with others; he began to take the initiative to talk to Xiao You, sharing his thoughts and feelings.
Xiao You was also very happy; she felt that A Ze was like a seed buried in the soil, finally breaking through the ground to reveal tender sprouts.
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