Sitting alone on the sofa, Manti became sad again, and looked out the window, a white moth flew in, flapped its wings, flew and turned happily, and stopped in mid-air like a small white flower.

Mandy stood up and walked over cautiously, watching the white moth fly and fly carefree, playing with herself, and her thick and dense wings resembled a girl's beautiful eyelashes.

The white moth flew silently, but Manti seemed to hear the crisp and delicate laughter of a child's silver bell, and the ghost reached out and pinched the white moth, tightly.

The white moth flapped its wings, trying to break free, oh child, don't go. Manti stretched out his other palm to wrap around it, as if he was afraid that it would fly away, and when he opened his hand, the poor white moth was already motionless, lying straight in the palm of Manti's hand, and had no chance to go west.

"Heh-" Manti unconsciously took a step back, looked at the white moth in the palm of his hand, thought that it was still flying happily just now, and that was it, touched the scene, dripped two tears, found a silk scarf, placed the dead white moth in it, folded it into a heart, put it in his bag, changed into a white coat, put on a hat and went out.

Myanmar is full of temples, and everyone here believes in Buddhism.

Manti was infected as soon as she came here, and Dalin took her to the temple once when he was talking about business, and she has become a regular visitor to the temple since then. It is also strange to say here, women are diligent and men enjoy happiness, women practice and men receive offerings, and everyone wants to get the Dharma and ascend to heaven and be reborn in the next life. The influence of Buddhism permeates every inch of life, every cell. Manti stood in front of a temple and saw—

The temple is high, the pagoda is towering, the Buddha statue is brilliant, and the tributes are dazzling. The cows on the street are more valuable than people, they are sacred animals, and only by showing respect and honoring them can they be favored by the gods.

Think about it, don't the old cows in the countryside of Shanghai come to plow the land? Isn't it slaughtered and eaten during the New Year? The difference in treatment is far from the same.

The less rich a person's material life is, the more he pins his hopes on the spiritual life, and the common people express themselves more plainly, asking God to worship the Buddha in drought and flooding, and going into the temple to burn incense when they are poor and suffering. No one can say.

Manti knew that he had made a mistake and killed a little life, this child should have turned into a spirit baby, he took his father's life a few years ago, and now his mother is left.

It's retribution, and it's fair.

It's not a pity for me Yang Manti to die, but the child, my mother has no choice, once your warm "little house" has become your "grave", but now it is empty, my mother prays that you will be reincarnated to be my child again, let my mother love you again, my mother owes you in the previous life, my mother will compensate you in this life, don't torture my mother anymore, redeem my mother once, God, I am willing to exchange my life for a moment of peace of mind.

Accompanied by the sound of the master chanting the scriptures, Manti walked into the temple barefoot, and saw that the hall was full of gold, and the bright and shining faces were even more illuminating. A huge pan of incense hung down from the bath well, winding into regular circles, and the smoke curled up, making the whole heart slowly calm down, calm down.

Manti reverently knelt on the futon, looked up at the Bodhisattva, with a little tears in his eyes, folded his hands, and held the white moth wrapped in a silk scarf in it, and talked to the Bodhisattva about his confusion and wishes. The benevolent Bodhisattva sat on the lotus seat, looked down at Manti, smiled slightly, and smiled.

It's so quiet here! Walking down, people can hear the voice of their hearts, unload heavy burdens, be comfortable and tranquil, and be more free. Manti became more and more fond of coming to the temple, and he was very satisfied to walk quietly alone.

Walking to the bottom of a pagoda, Manti saw a Burmese woman placing a pot of orchids, the woman was only wrapped in a silk dragon, combed a high bun, and wore a white flower, her face was plain and even, and the whole person was gentle and beautiful.

Manti walked over to talk to her, and she didn't expect that this woman could speak Chinese, it turned out that her mother was Chinese, who fled here more than twenty years ago to marry a Burmese jeweler, and was recently taken away by the Bodhisattva. Manti sighed for a while, and then asked her what she was doing with orchids?

"Beyond my mother, a pot of orchids represents a lost soul."

Manti nodded and understood, and worshiped her mother in the woman's example, and went outside the temple to buy a pot of petite orchids, which were still flowers and bones, and put them under the stupa, and placed the dead white moth in it, and worshipped the child whom she had never met, and prayed for the soul to end its wanderings as soon as possible.

Whether the soul of the dead can feel the mind of the living is unknown. Manti walked into the temple alone, and walked out of the temple alone, wrapped in white plain clothes, wearing a hand-woven straw hat, and walking alone. On the road, a group of people who don't know each other walk head-on, and if they have walked through, they have walked through, and they will not look back and meet again in this life.

Manti was bored walking, patted the soil on the edge of the flower bed, sat down, and greeted the one-meter ray of sunlight leaking from the cracks in the trees, so warm.

A yellow cat walked slowly past Manti with brisk and elegant steps, sat down, looked east and west, licked its little paws, and washed its face seriously, which made people dislike it.

"Meow—"

Manti learns to meow and teases the yellow cat. The little guy immediately stopped washing his face, looked in the direction of Manti, and responded to her with a "meow!" Manti smiled, really good, this little guy, unconsciously reached out to touch it, the yellow cat did not panic or dodge, stretched out his neck to let Manti rub, squinted, seemed to enjoy it, this cuteness, provoked Manti to show a sweet smile.

"Meow-meow-"

A long call came, and the yellow cat raised its head, looked fixedly, listened carefully, and heard clearly that it was the call of the she-cat, and spread its paws and ran to its mother. The mother cat affectionately licked her child and took it away. Manti hugged her knees and watched, and couldn't help but bring out her sadness again.

"Child, Mommy misses you so much! Where are you, why don't you come to Mommy? ”

For a long time, Manti sat alone on his knees under the street tree, thinking about his thoughts, sometimes sad, sometimes happy. A pair of black leather shoes strode over, driving the black trousers to "whirring" and holding the wind.

The "black leather shoes" stopped in front of Manti, and Manti didn't need to raise her head to know that it was Dalin who came to her, and she still sat there motionless, and the black trousers in front of her slowly fell, Dalin bent down, looked at Manti and said:

"I know that you will definitely come to the temple, and the Bodhisattva will bring you liberation."

Manti didn't speak, turned her head to the side, pursed her lips, and swallowed the tears into her mouth. Dalin held her face with both hands, dipped his hand wet and sticky, lowered his head and asked her gently:

"Manti, why are you crying?"

"Cry when you want to."

"You-why bother! Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go back to the hotel together! ”

Manti thought that it was useless to wander here, the more he walked alone, the more sad he became, so let's go back with Dalin, do a snake therapy to relax, and drink a bowl of coconut porridge to sweeten my throat. Alive, happy! Why bother with your own troubles, what troubles you can't get rid of after death? Dalin provided himself with a life like a noblewoman, and it was stupid not to enjoy it.

Thinking of this, Manti showed her usual charming smile to Dalin, and said sweetly:

"Okay."

Dalin also smiled, and stretched out a hand to Manti and pulled her up. Manti stood up, took Dalin's arm, and the two got into the car together. Cars are not common in Myanmar, and Dalim's car attracts pedestrians.

Myanmar is mostly waterways, and all the boatmen have practiced a stunt - foot rowing. They usually have one foot on the boat, and the other foot is tied to a paddle, and they row twice from time to time, like ducks in the water, and in their hands, they still hold a long boat artemisia, which is used to drive the boat and support the boat, and of course, it is also used to paddle the water.

Manti was once pulled on such a small raft by Da Lin, and he couldn't stand on the raft with both feet, and he was still unsteady when he sat cross-legged according to Da Lin's appearance, and grabbed Da Lin's arm tightly with both hands, complaining that he took himself on this kind of boat, which scared people to death.

Da Lin saw her scared look, but he liked it, especially her slender jade fingers were like vine man, and Da Lin even rose up a heroic spirit, sitting upright, hugging her, like protecting a little white rabbit.

"Manti, you see, it's foot rowing again, it's interesting."

"I'm scared to death, the water looks calm and calm, the boat rolls as soon as it rows away, and I didn't fall into the river last time."

"Do you want to sit again?"

"You like you to go and sit down, don't pull me up."

Da Lin smiled, seeing that she pouted in fear and reluctantly, he couldn't help but pinch her pink and red face, pinched a finger of powder, Manti reluctantly knocked his hand off, pouted and said:

"Death! If your hands are not clean, come and touch them. ”

Dalin put it under his nose and smelled it, the cosmetics used by Manti were Simon powder and honey that she brought from Shanghai, the fragrance was good, and her face was mixed with the sweet fragrance of rouge and the tears of beauty, Dalin wiped his fingers and said with a smile:

"The first time I sit, I'm afraid, the second time I sit down, I know that it's wonderful, leisurely, comfortable!"

Dalin closed his eyes as he spoke, as if he was sitting on a raft, feeling the wonderful taste, and his hands were flicked around, simulating the feeling of floating out of the boat. Seeing his stupid look, Manti couldn't help but cover his handkerchief and laugh: he knows his destiny and loves to play.

The two returned to the hotel, Manti said that she was thirsty, and Dalin took her to the lobby to rest for a while, and the two of them each ordered a cup of coffee and sat down, drinking and chatting.

On a table in the corner was a table tag that showed that it had been ordered. Dalin drank coffee and wondered who would book this seat, this hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Myanmar, and it is the easiest place to get to know dignitaries and celebrities.

Dalin specially booked this hotel, and from time to time he came to the lobby restaurant and bar, thinking about his thoughts, looking forward to meeting someone with a face. I can count as catching one today. So who could this person be? And what is his identity?

……