Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

The scene changed.

She was standing in front of a temple at the moment, with heavy snow falling, covering the red walls and green tiles of the temple.

The temple is not big and can be seen at a glance.

The ground was covered with white snow, and there were noisy voices all around. A solemn and majestic Buddha statue stood tall in the temple.

In front of the main hall stood a lacquered mahogany table, on which were three wooden barrels emitting steam.

Several kind-looking monks stood behind the wooden barrel, holding large spoons and scooping out spoonfuls of white rice porridge from it.

In front of the wooden barrel, hundreds of skinny men, women, old and young with pale faces were divided into three teams, each holding a porcelain bowl to receive the food brought by the monks.

This is a porridge distribution.

Monks are compassionate and during festivals, many temples will provide hot porridge to poor families.

Vaguely aware of something, he followed the direction and saw a ragged boy. The boy's appearance was fully revealed. He was skinny and pale to a sickly color.

The short shirt he wore was rough and thin, revealing his slender arms and calves. His skin was covered with wounds that were either healing or had formed scars.

He was too pale and thin, and his wounds were as hideous as a centipede's.

A ragged boy, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, sat in the corner of the temple, drinking porridge quietly.

He ate slowly, like a reserved cat. His thin clothing couldn't keep out the cold winter wind, which made his thin lips turn pale and his body shiver uncontrollably.

Compared to the previous one, the child was only about four years old.

There seemed to be another child next to him who was older than him, about seven or eight years old, also squatting next to him and drinking porridge. At this moment, his parents were probably both dead, and he was like a floating duckweed. What could a child under ten years old do?

The boy in the distance finished his porridge and put the porcelain bowl in his arms.

It was a very cold winter, and as New Year's Eve approached, the wind was as sharp as a knife. He had nowhere to go but to huddle in an inconspicuous corner, trying to block out the biting wind.

In addition to the people queuing up for porridge, there are also pilgrims walking in groups of three or four in the temple.

The boy's gaze wandered, timidly examining every passerby.

There was too little vitality around him, and he was too lonely. Looking at other people, he seemed to be able to draw a bit of warmth from them.

Finally, his eyes froze.

A family of three walked and talked under the Bodhi tree. A green Bodhi leaf fell slowly and landed in the little girl's hair.

Her mother smiled and brushed away the fallen leaves for her, and her father also reached out and wiped away the snow from the tip of her nose.

The girl was pure and innocent. She took a bite of the cake in her hand and chatted happily with her parents, her laughter as clear as a bell.

He just stood there motionless, watching the three people pass by in silence.

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, the boy looked at the Buddha in the hall, who was neither sad nor happy, and whispered something as if praying.

The distance was too far, and Qin Changsheng couldn't hear what he was muttering, so he clenched his right hand.

Suppressing the bitterness rising in her heart, she walked forward, pretending to be a pilgrim burning incense, and stood beside him. "Kid, can you come in and burn some incense for me, and pray for...instant wealth, instant beauty, and instant weight loss? Then all these will be yours."

Qin Changsheng took out the candy that he always had in his pocket. She was not a person who liked sweet things, so this candy was originally prepared for him, and it was just right for him now.

She filled his bowl full of porridge until it was about to overflow.

"Don't worry, there's no problem." Qin Changsheng picked up one and put it in his mouth, with a slight smile on his face.

He stared blankly at the woman in front of him and said with real emotion, "But you're already very beautiful. You don't need to make a wish like Buddha."

"Wow, you're so sweet." Qin Changsheng felt itchy in his heart and raised his hand to pinch his face.