"I am your little conch. If you have any troubles, you can tell me. No one in the world will hear you except you."
The conch said this to the little girl It was a long sentence, and the little girl was so small and the sound of the conch was so thin, so she neither understood nor heard what the conch said. However, it seemed that it was destined that she saw it, picked it up, and giggled at it - the little girl could not speak at this time.
The little girl grows up day by day, and the conch also grows up day by day. Until a day that cannot be specified in the story, the conch looked like a stone well, stable and reliable. The little girl told the conch... (she couldn't remember which trouble it was, as the conch was also confused). In short, it was another worry.
Unlike before, this time after finishing speaking, the little girl hovered next to the conch. A glimmer of expectation arose in her heart, "Conch, Conch, let me hear my troubles, you promised me."
Conch was quiet.
The little girl listened carefully, even the sound of air passing through it was unmissable, but the world seemed to have stopped in the conch. So she spread her arms, stood up, and tried her best to dig into the conch, but she forgot the delicate balance. In the blink of an eye, she plunged into the conch with natural and smooth movements.
There was no echo, and the conch remained silent.
Just as the conch promised, no one in the world has ever heard the voice of the little girl...
At other times in the story, someone will ask whether there has ever been such a girl. Little girl? We don’t know, the story knows itself. All we know is that this is a coming-of-age story about conch.