"Sassy ......"

The breeze blows across the river, carrying a trace of water vapor, disturbing the branches and leaves between the trees by the river, bringing some distant sounds of the prosperity of the city.

As the night progresses, there are few pedestrians, and the streets reveal their original appearance.

The dim street lamps swayed along the riverbank, towards the river, reflecting the shadows of a few people under the lamp.

“...... You were the ...... in the restaurant before."

The man turned around, moved his steps, and walked to the front of the stall step by step, looking at the old monk behind the stall, Lian Ge next to the stall, first said a word, and then, fell silent again,

Squatting down, silent, and sat down on a stool in front of the stall.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Seeing the man sitting down in front of the stall, the old monk folded his hands and chanted again,

"Donor...... There's something to ask. ”

After a silence, the old monk still spoke up.

Hearing this, the man turned his head, first looked at the old monk and Lian Ge, then lowered his head, and looked at the words on the cloth.

“...... The master can say something casually. ”

With just a few words, the man turned his head and looked at the river not far away.

Hearing this, the old monk looked at the man and was a little silent.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, then at the man, didn't say anything, turned his gaze, and looked into the distance.

In the distance, in the buildings, the lights of every house are lit, instead of the stars, illuminating the city.

Nearby, only the breeze blows from time to time, making it more and more quiet.

......

“...... Donor,"

With his hands folded and silent for a long time, the old monk still said out loud,

"You're going to ...... He's dead. ”

The words fell, and the front of the riverside stall fell silent again.

The man looked at the river, first paused, followed closely, was silent, and slowly turned around,

“...... yes, I'm dying......"

The man was silent, his eyes were in a trance, and after he said a word, he fell silent again, just looking into the distance.

"Donor,"

The old monk leaned over, sat behind the stall, looked at the man and paused, but still said out loud,

"Donor, if something happens to you, you may wish to tell me about it. The poor monk is a few years old, and the Buddha's teachings are superficial, but he has also seen some things. ”

When the man heard this, he turned his gaze, looked at the old monk, and then at Lian Ge,

"I killed someone,"

The man said, turning his head again, looking at the river,

"More than one. ”

Hearing this, the old monk fell silent.

The man didn't say any more, just looked at the river, his eyes were in a trance.

......

“...... Amitabha. ”

After being silent for a long time, the old monk raised his hands, folded his hands and read a long sentence, paused again, and looked at the man,

"Donor, why do you want to kill?"

Hearing this, the man paused again, slowly turned his head, looked at the old monk, and fell silent.

The old monk just folded his hands and looked at the man, his somewhat cloudy eyes were calm.

......

“...... When I was seven or eight years old, my father died of illness. ”

The man was silent for a long time, but he still said out loud,

“...... As soon as he got sick, he was admitted to the hospital, and before he died, he was discharged from the hospital."

The man's gaze moved up slightly, his gaze was a little trance, and he seemed to be caught in a memory,

“...... That morning, my father, still pale, kept smiling, but my mother remained silent, helping him, changing out of his hospital gown and getting out of bed.

I helped him and the family walked out of the hospital.

At that time, I thought it was funny how crowded the hospital was, and asked my father why we didn't live in the hospital anymore.

My mother was silent, and my father smiled and told me, "If I don't stay, if I stay, I will have no money for school tuition......"

As the man spoke, he looked at the shade of the river and paused,

“...... At that time, my family lived in a mountain village far away from the city.

Then my father, when we got home, I realized that there was a lot of things missing from the house...... My father died the morning of the third day after returning home. ”

Behind the stall, the old monk listened to the man's narration and folded his hands.

On the side, Lian Ge looked into the distance, quietly listening to the words ringing in his ears,

......

"On the morning of my departure, my father took my hand and could no longer speak, but just looked at me and my mother, and just watched like that, until finally he closed his eyes. ”

The man spoke, and was silent for a moment before continuing,

“...... After that, my mother was left to pull me up. ”

"She doesn't have much education, she doesn't have any skills, she can't do any work. Every year when it comes to planting seedlings, she helps other people's families to plant seedlings to earn money, and she can earn 60 yuan per acre of land.

People in the village always say that my mother is quick with her hands and feet, and she works fast and well, and others can plant seedlings of half an acre of land a day, but she can plant more than an acre a day.

...... At that time, I went to school, and every morning at 7 o'clock, my mother would always wake me up on time and tell me that breakfast had been served to me and let me get up and eat.

At this time, my mother was always wearing watertube boots on her feet, and the boots were already stained with mud, and there were still some mud spots on her hair that was tied up. After waking me up, he went out to the field again......

When I got out of school and returned home, my mother was still in the rice field, planting rice ...... However, when I got home, it would not be long before my mother would come back from the field and cook me dinner...... After cooking dinner, before it was very dark, she would go out again and go down to the fields...... At night, she sat on the threshold, taking off her boots, which were so soaked with water that she could barely take them off.

Sometimes, I would help her tear the boots off her feet, and when the boots were pulled off, the muddy water would always pour out of them, and my mother's feet would already be soaked and white......"

The man spoke, paused, his eyes in a trance, distracted,

“...... When someone else pays her at home, she always buys me some cold dishes to eat...... The pork head meat in the cold salad is the best dish she thinks. However, she always didn't eat it herself, so I was allowed to eat ......"

“...... When it's not time to farm and whoever repairs the house, she will always do some chores to earn some money. When others have a job, they always like to call her, because she has quick hands and feet, and she never shouts tired...... Sometimes, when she was busy all day, her hands were always prone to blisters, so she would take a needle and light a candle to puncture the blisters one by one, and squeeze out all the water inside...... When she went back to work the next day, the blisters on her hands would be worn out by the end of the day......

The man looked into the distance, spoke, and fell silent,

“...... At that time, every year when it was time for the Chinese New Year, she would always buy me a new set of clothes. Tell me, if you wear new clothes on the first day of the new year, you will have new clothes to wear throughout the year...... But she always doesn't buy it herself, just a few clothes to wear. When the clothes are really no longer worn, then go to the streets of the town, and buy cheap clothes on the side of the streets...... She always told me that she doesn't go anywhere all year round, and it's useless to buy such good clothes, just buy something that can be worn and durable......"

“...... Slowly, I grew up and started living in the school. There are only a few days a month when I go home. Every time I came home, my mother would always cook me something that I liked to eat. Whenever I go, I will always give me the living expenses for that month, and I have never been less......

That day, when I came home, my mother told me with a smile that she had bought some cold pork head meat from the town and asked me if I would like to eat some of it first to cushion my stomach...... But I saw that her long hair was gone......"