hopelessly in love

One. Monk.

In the story, there is a river, and there is a temple on the river. There are no old monks or young monks in the temple.

Just lived a half-blind young monk, no one knew where he came from, as if he lived here a long time ago.

But if you ask the people here, he still looks like a young man, except that he does not look at the bald top of his head, walking among the bamboo forests, he is quite handsome.

The children in the river liked him very much, and they all said that he was a kind monk who would become a Buddha.

But the days passed slowly, and the monk was still the same monk, wearing old cassocks, leaning on a cane made of old wood in the mountains, walking down the mountain step by step, full of stories and tricks, and Those children were playing in full swing.

People also praised him constantly, but as old farmers in the mountains, they couldn't express their liking, but when they saw the monk Xin's long shadow cast on the bluestone board bit by bit, they shouted Holding the steaming steamed buns, melons and fruits, my children hurried over.

At this time, the monk would slightly curl the corners of his lips. He made a joke to the child, and as usual, he smiled and shook his head, and broke up with the child halfway. a small piece.

This kind of life is still very comfortable. Although it is not as lively as those bustling streets outside the mountains, the ordinary days are as quiet as the river of Wangchuan flowing, which is not a kind of enjoyment.

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