After a while of silence, he suddenly hooked his lips slightly, and repeated softly: "It's a kiss..."
The old grandmother swam over gently, raised her hand to stroke his long hair, and said slowly as if telling a story:
"Kissing is not only an act of expressing love, for us mermaids, it also represents a sacred ceremony. If you have someone you like, you will understand the meaning of kissing. Once a mermaid kisses someone... it means that you are willing to dedicate yourself to that person all of myself."
The little mermaid didn't look at her, but just looked at the swaying water plants, and said in a low voice, "I know."
"Everything. Every hair, every inch of skin, every beat of the heart..." The old grandmother sighed slightly: "Son, do you have someone you like?"
The boy didn't answer, he raised his thick eyelashes and stared quietly at the grandmother in front of him with ice blue pupils.
The old grandmother closed her eyes and shook her head slightly:
"Child, you must remember that kisses cannot be given lightly, unless you are ready and willing to dedicate everything you have to that person."
An Moer's expression was very calm, he turned his face away silently, and continued to watch the school of fish passing by.
The old grandmother continued to speak slowly:
"Your 'all' is different from 'all'. It is what you own, including what you care about, such as relatives and friends, and what you don't pay attention to, such as health, singing voice...even life."
She sighed softly, "So, you can only send your own kiss when you are ready. But this is only for mermaids, if it is a human..."
The Little Mermaid's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, quietly watching the beautiful underwater garden, and her clear and pleasant voice was calm, as if it was just repeating indifferently:
"If it's human?"
"If it's human, it's two different things." The old grandmother watched him quietly. "Human love is the most unreliable. Kissing is not a holy thing for them, and they don't have to be responsible for it. Love is the same. Human life It is short, but the heart is erratic, a person can kiss many people in his life, and he can also love many people."
But the little mermaid smiled softly, with soft dimples showing on the corners of her raised lips, and muttered softly:
"...how unfair."
The old grandmother smiled helplessly, and slowly said: "But people have souls. Even if their lives are short, they can go to heaven after death. We can't, even if we have hundreds of years of life, after death, It will only turn into foam floating around in the sea."
She hesitated, "Unless..."
The child in front of her raised her head to look at her, her icy blue eyes were calm, "Unless what?"
"Unless people are willing to give us their souls." The old grandmother said softly, "If he can get the true love of a human being—if he loves a mermaid more than anything else, he will give her half of his soul and half of his joy... But, boy, that's impossible."
The little mermaid blinked: "Why?"
The old grandmother smiled and said softly:
"Because of the fish tail."
"My dear child, a fish tail is something that is unacceptable to humans. It is too strange for humans, and no one will fall in love with a mermaid with a fish tail."
An Moer blinked slightly.
His long eyelashes trembled, and finally, as if whispering to himself, he asked softly:
"Don't humans fall in love with mermaids?"
His answer was a whisper that seemed like a sigh:
"Yes, child. No."