The broken wooden windows penetrated into some sunlight. Under the sun, you can see some dust floating in the air.

Is it clear?

Haitang suddenly sat up.

Although the wind and cold have not yet been cured, this is not a big deal for her.

With some inexplicable thoughts in her heart, she hurried out.

Along the way, the pedestrians were hiding from the dirty and smelly lame beggar, so she rushed to the bridgehead very slowly.

The passerby pointed at the bridge and made her heart tremble.

When she rushed over to see what was going on, she saw a pair of bright eyes and just saw her through the crowd.

Although the monk did not speak, Haitang could tell from his eyes that he was still alive and he was happy.

Weird emotions arise in the heart. Is it like this if someone is happy for him?

...

Since then, a strange scene has appeared in Chang'an City.

A monk, a beggar, a man sat on the end of the bridge and the other leaned on the other end of the bridge.

When the monk begs for alms here, she begs for food there. When she thinks about it occasionally, it seems that the same thing is true.

When she thought about this, she couldn't help but smile.

Haitang never comes to him during the day, it’s not good.

When smoke was everywhere and night fell, she dragged her lame legs to the bridge, sat not far from him, and listened to him chanting.

She couldn't hear what he was chanting.

"Monk, what sutra are you chanting?"

“A scripture of begging.”

“Are there any special scriptures to recite for begging alms?”

Haitang widened his eyes and asked curiously.

"Amitabha……"

"Monk, how much do you want to melt? Why can't you say enough?"

The young monk looked at her, but he wanted to speak but stopped, but he didn't say it after all: "It's not to be said."

"Have you encountered difficulties?"

Haitang felt that this monk must have a lot of money. Maybe his temple was burned? Is there another temple to be rebuilt?

The monk shook his head and stopped talking.

Haitang asked questions like this over and over again, but this monk was always unwilling to say anything.

The days gradually move from winter to spring.

The monk's body was more resistant to freezing than Haitang imagined. He did not see him avoiding the rain and snow. He just ate some clear water every day. On the second day, he still wore an old monk's robe and looked clean.

On that day, Haitang did not sit down at the end of the bridge, but stood on the bridge, holding the railing, looking at Chang'an City, and murmured:

"Monk, the New Year is here."

She turned her head, looked at him with a little curiosity, and asked, "Don't you have to go back to celebrate the New Year?"

The monk stopped the scriptures he kept chanting, looked up at her: "Where is the donor?"

Haitang was stunned.

She thought for a long time, and suddenly she didn't know how to speak.

go back?

But...where is it...

Haitang suddenly discovered that Chang'an City, a city that he had never left after he was born, was a little unfamiliar.

Whether it is the people here or the buildings.

Even the sky, the breeze, the flowing water under the bridge, and the smoke in the evening were so strange.

Because she never thought of "knowing" them in the past.

It seems that her only purpose of living is to live.

"Donor, have you ever thought about understanding something in detail?"

The monk suddenly asked.

Haitang frowned, recalled seriously, his eyes lit up, and he nodded and said:

"have!"

The monk smiled: "What?"

Haitang closed her eyes, and the flowers swaying in the wind appeared in her head, saying, "One is Haitang."

“Where is two?”

The monk asked.

Haitang opened his eyes, and his heart jumped up for no reason: "The second is...you."

Haitang's voice became smaller and smaller, so small that it was difficult to hear clearly, but the monk still heard clearly.

This time, he did not suddenly stop talking, but looked at Chang'an City and asked:

"Can the donor tell your story?"

Haitang's heartbeat almost stopped, but after a moment, she grinned again: "I... am very good! Free and carefree..."

She shouted, but her eyes were staring blankly at the fireworks in the city.

Every year, every year, year after year.

The New Year Festival in Chang'an City is also a festival for her.

Because during this period, she was rarely beaten with sticks when begging from house to house.

The rich families also give more leftovers than usual. When they are lucky, they will even have one or two shredded pork.

However, the dilapidated temple was still as cold as she could not afford candlelight. When this season came, it was dark and cold at night. The cold wind was like a dull knife, cutting her flesh through her clothes.

The yellow cotton wool I picked up was broken and short. Even though she curled up very hard, she would still be trembling with the cold.

What's there to say?

There is nothing to say.

Haitang lowered her head, and just as she was thinking about fooling over the topic, she suddenly screamed: "Ah! There are fish!"

The monk looked at her sight and saw a big red carp swaying its tail, swaying leisurely.

"Monkey, you have a good time!"

Haitang rolled up his trouser legs and reached the river with a slight hand. He seized the opportunity and grabbed it in an instant!

"Hahahaha!" She rarely smiled so happily. She was about to make the monk happy together, but suddenly she heard: "I don't eat meat."

Haitang stared at him viciously: "Hmph, if you don't eat, I'll eat!"

"Don't eat, don't eat..."

"No!"

“…”

"Hey, why did this stupid fish put it? It was still swimming around nearby?"

"The fish's memory is very short. Perhaps, it has forgotten that the donor has just caught it."

"Haha, the fish are so stupid."

"Amitabha……"

Another year has passed.

But this year, Haitang felt that life seemed to be faster than before?

...

The monks who meditate, beggars who beg for food, and the people in Chang'an City are almost used to the strange combination.

The monk himself began to get used to it.

On that day, Haitang suddenly mysteriously grabbed his monk's sleeve, took out a pile of silver from his arms while there was no one around, and put it into his cloth bag.

"Is it enough now? Go back and build a temple quickly. I heard that a new official has come to Chang'an City to manage refugees. A wild monk like you who have no certificates will definitely be kicked out. Maybe you will be sent to do hard labor, and it will be miserable then!"

Seeing that she was speaking seriously, the monk was a little dazed when he heard it. He looked at the silver liang for a day and asked, "Donor, this money is..."

"Don't worry about that much! Go away quickly, isn't it enough?" Haitang asked.
To be continued...