"What's your name?"

"Pestle... Pestle, Yaozu..."

In the end, it was from the middle-aged woman who took over the broken snacks. Eating the delicious snack in his mouth, he replied to the woman who asked for his name.

"Yao? What kind of age is this? I also know some of the Dharma people in this temple... However, I have never heard of this generation. You've just come from outside? ”

The middle-aged woman listened to what the stuttering monk said. While thinking about the monks in the temple he knew, he asked Yaozu who had eaten a broken snack.

Yaozu nodded his little head and said, "Yes, yes." I, I just, just came here... No, not a few days. ”

"You, what's the red mark on your face?"

The middle-aged woman was talking, but she was also looking at the young monk in the new temple. found a piece of red on Yaozu's cheeks, which still hadn't receded. But she could see at a glance that it must be the red marks left after being beaten. As a result, I couldn't help but feel a little pity in my heart for this new boy monk. And because of herself... As a result, there was no lack of concern in his tone.

Yao saw that the middle-aged woman saw that she was slapped in the face by her senior brother. But he also subconsciously stretched out his dirty little hand, touched his cheek, which was still slightly painful, and said lightly: "No, it's nothing, what's the matter?" Yes, it's me. I'm clumsy myself. Rub, rub the division.. Senior brother, let me wipe it, but the Buddha statue I wiped was not cleaned. Yes, it's me, my own fault. ”

The middle-aged woman listened to what Yaozu said, but she couldn't help frowning slightly. She knows what is going on in this temple, and she is used to seeing a lot of evil things in the temple. This new monk in the temple was obviously bullied and beaten by the senior brother who was in charge of him. Where is it his own fault? Seeing that Yaozu's hands and body were a little dirty, she beckoned Yaozu and said, "Come on!" Come here! Sit behind this monument and rest. ”

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman carefully spread the oiled paper bag wrapped in the broken snacks in her hand on the stone steps under the stone monument where she was sitting.

After hesitating, Yaozu walked to the stone steps where the middle-aged woman was sitting, and sat down with the middle-aged woman. Although he was not very old, he also knew that there was a difference between men and women. Seeing that this middle-aged woman would appear in the stele forest in the back mountain, she was also puzzled. But he didn't ask...

Because he's never eaten anything so delicious just now. And it was the man in front of him who gave him food. Yaozu looked at the woman in front of him who was good to him... A familiar and unfamiliar title, but it can't help but wrap around his heart, that is his mother...

For the title of mother, he is both strange and familiar. In the place called home, that cold place where there is no light all day long. At most, he can only see his mother through the window. The number of times my mother met me in my memory is really only a handful. Every time we meet, the eldest mother follows me. He didn't know why every time his mother saw him, he could feel that his mother didn't like him. Although he really wanted his eldest mother not to dislike him, he knew how to do it.

There is also his own father and monk, he only said one thing to himself, that is, to ask the monks in the family to send him into a place where there is no light all day long. The father and monk who were cold to him, and the only time that the father and monk spoke to themselves, was all that the father and monk had to him.

And the eldest brother of the eldest mother can get the laughter of the father and the monk and the eldest mother all day long. and his own mother-in-law, who also smiled at his eldest brother. Only... The third uncle, who rarely came home, and even had never seen him since he could remember, was the only one in the family who smiled at himself. When I saw him for the first time, I saw something else from the moist eyes of the third uncle.

I don't know what it is, but I need it for myself. Later, he followed the third uncle and left the place called home. Left his mother, father, monk, mother and eldest brother. Later, in another house, he had a man named Master. That person changed his name, and he also changed from the previous clubfoot to the current Yaozu.

Later, I was in another home, after having a master. The third uncle was leaving, although he had a very strange feeling in his heart, which made him very reluctant to part with the third uncle. But he didn't know what to say to the third uncle... In the end, the third uncle left.

Later, Master and himself were locked up in another home, another place where there was no light. It reminded him of the first home he had left. And in that lightless place, Master told himself... The third uncle died. Dead, although he still quite a little bit did not quite understand what. But still know... died, that is, he would never see his third uncle again.

In the end, in that shady place, Master also died... I was sent here by someone who walked into a place where he could not see the light and said something to the Master. Here he had another master, and this master said a lot before sending himself here. Then he had a senior brother, that is, the person who now lets himself wipe the Buddha statue and the everlasting lamp in this new home every day. Although the senior brother always said that he didn't wipe it well or cleanly, he made himself hungry. But he felt that this family was better than the first home and the second one.

Because in this house, he no longer has to live in a place where he can't see the light all day long. Even if he is punished by his senior brother more, it doesn't matter if he is hungry more. Because he can wipe the Buddha statue and the forest where the lamp grows in front of the stone monument, walk here and there...

"I was beaten on the face by my senior brother, does it still hurt?"

After Yaozu also sat down, the middle-aged woman looked at Yaozudao, who was only separated from her by the oiled paper wrapped in dim sum on the stone steps. A pair of eyes that were already a little cloudy seemed to cause a ripple because of the appearance of the monk and boy they met by chance in front of them. With this trace of waves, it gradually changed from small to big, so that from the bottom of her heart, she wanted to get closer to this new monk who was bullied by her senior brother.

"No, it doesn't hurt. Yes, it's me. My own fault. Yes, it's me, I didn't, I couldn't, I could, I could wipe it well. Teacher, brother, let, let me rub, wipe the Buddha statue. Yes, yes..."

"Give..."

Before Yaozu stammered, he finished saying all his wrong words. The middle-aged woman sitting on the other side of him picked up a clean snack from the oiled paper bag that had not fallen on the ground, and reached out to him to hand it over.

"I, I don't.. Can't eat anymore, eat, eat. ”

Yao saw that the middle-aged woman had once again wrapped the oiled paper in it, which he had never eaten before, and handed it to him, but he couldn't help refusing. After all, I've already eaten other people's houses, and I don't know what to call these delicious two pieces. And he also found that the food he ate was specially picked by the middle-aged woman, and it didn't fall to the ground.

Those that fell to the ground were stained with dust, but they were still mixed in the oiled paper bag. Just now... If it weren't for my own reasons, this delicious thing I don't know what to call it wouldn't have fallen to the ground. Where can I still pick up people's delicious food that I don't know what it's called?

"Why, do you think I don't have a good heart? You didn't eat well just now? ”

With Yaozu's embarrassed refusal. The middle-aged woman also noticed that Yaozu was not the reason for not wanting to eat. But she didn't break it, but said something fake and blamed.

"No, it's not! I, I didn't, I didn't... Just, just now, yes, it was my fault. This, this is called, something called dim sum, and it just fell to the ground. I, I..."

Yao saw that the middle-aged woman was pretending to be responsible, and he really thought that she was angry, but he hurriedly said. As he spoke, he stood up from the stone steps on which he was sitting.

Looking at Yaozu's anxious appearance, the middle-aged woman couldn't say in her heart, the pain and boredom that only belonged to her, but it was also much better all of a sudden. A faint smile appeared on her slightly pale and bloodless face. Yaozu, who couldn't help but stand up, looked at the middle-aged woman's smile, and an indescribable warmth kept pouring out of his heart.

He didn't know what the unknown warmth meant. But he likes to look at the people in front of him and laugh at the first time he meets people he doesn't know. This kind of laughter is the same as when I was in that first home. From the darkness that belongs only to oneself through the gray window, you can see it from the small courtyard as far as the eye can see. It's the big mother... Laugh at Big Brother.

"What are you looking at? Is there anything on my face? ”

When the middle-aged woman saw Yaozu, she looked at her slightly pale and bloodless face, looking a little dazed, but she was a little weak-hearted. But then he smiled again, and handed the piece of clean snack he was holding in his hand to Yaozu again.

"Eat! This is a good thing, and most people really can't eat it! ”

The middle-aged woman said with a smile, but then stood up. pulled the piece of broken snack in his hand and put it on his palm. Then he sat back down on the stone steps, and picked a piece of pastry that had just fallen to the ground and was stained with dust, and carefully ate it into his mouth.

Yaozu looked at the clean snack in his hand that had not fallen to the ground. I looked at the middle-aged women who were picking up the oiled paper bags and the ones that had fallen on the snacks. But for no reason, there is something wrong in my heart. I couldn't help but step forward and put the piece of clean snack that the middle-aged woman handed to him just now that had not fallen to the ground and put it back into the oiled paper bag.

"What? Isn't it delicious? ”

The middle-aged woman was a little puzzled and asked Yaozu who put the clean snacks back into the oiled paper bag. When she ate the broken dim sum just now, she also discovered that this monk in the new temple had never eaten before, and the novelty of new things.

Though... This monk in front of him is really something special. Because just now, she could detect his curiosity about this, the dim sum in the oil-paper bag. But it wasn't by the look on his face. It was a strange look in his eyes as he ate the snack. And on his still very immature face, it seems that there is always only one expression, that is, it seems to be lifeless and flat... It's like a person, wrapping himself tightly in an invisible thick wall.

"I, I can, I can. Take it yourself, take it and eat it.. Eat? ”