On the water's side, find what you are looking for.

The old monk's vague words at least gave Dongli a glimmer of hope.

From then on, there was no Zhan Che, only someone who was always looking forward......

Seventeen years later

Dongli walked down the street, the corners of his silver-edged clothes shone in the warm sunlight, he looked warm at first glance, but when he walked in, he always felt an unapproachable chill.

He didn't know how long he had been gone, but if he hadn't found the man, there would be no end.

Thinking like this, a faint layer of sadness welled up in Dongli's eyes, remembering that year, she was waiting for him under the tree...... Such a beautiful and sad memory was shattered by a burst of pain, Dongli hurriedly touched his waist when he was hit by an unknown object, and turned around-

At that moment, Dongli even thought he had met her. But when I looked closely, it wasn't her. The scruffy beggar in front of her had very bright eyes, as if there was a starry sky in her eyes, just like her......

The beggar also froze for a moment, and then quickly grabbed Dongli's waist and hid behind him. Before Dongli could react, he had already caught up with a fat woman in front of him.

"You!get up!" the fat woman pointed to Dongli's face.

Dongli looked back at the beggar behind him, he wanted to get out of the way, but he looked at her eyes again.

If Ah Xian comes back, if this is the case, will anyone help her......

As a result, Dongli did not leave, but gave the woman a piece of silver.

After the woman left, the beggar smiled and took out two steamed buns from his arms, and said while biting: "Why are you so stupid, just two steamed buns, and give her so much money." ”

Dongli didn't speak, took a deep look at her eyes and left. These eyes really look like Ah Xian.

"Eh, I'll talk to you!" the beggar hurriedly caught up, "You know, I've grown so big, it's the first time I've seen such a good-looking person like you! You're such a good person, do you take in a little brother?"

Dongli said in a cold voice as he walked: "You little girl, just steal things, and be a little brother?"

"Isn't this stealing! Didn't you give her silver!" The beggar finished eating the steamed buns, grabbed Dongli's silver-rimmed sleeves with his dirty paws, and said pitifully, "Brother, do you want me?"

Dongli paused and looked back, "What's your name?"

The beggar jumped up excitedly, "Others call me Xiaodu'er!"

"Where's your father? ”

"If I had a father and mother, I would be guilty of such a dirty thing. ”

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. At this time, three little girls in beautiful clothes passed by the two of them, the three little girls looked at Dongli and smiled shyly, and Du'er watched them float by like three flowers.

Du'er's eyes were too obvious. Dongli can't see her look at people pitifully with these eyes, and he always feels that it is Ah Xian who is pitiful. So he was very merciful and took Du'er to the tailoring pavilion.

The proprietress of the tailoring pavilion is sunny for a while and cloudy for a while. Seeing Dongli who had just entered the door, he was smiling like something, but at this time, Du'er, who was hiding behind Dongli, came out, and his smile disappeared instantly, but Dongli took out a bag of silver taels again, and immediately laughed so much that he wanted to bloom.

The proprietress is eager to take Du'er to the backyard to take a bath, at least to look white and clean before changing clothes, isn't it?

When Du'er and the proprietress went to the backyard, they looked at Dongli quite unhappily and shouted, "You have to wait for me!

Dongli didn't nod or shake his head, and as soon as Du'er disappeared around the corner, he left.

He didn't take Du'er's words to heart, and it was good to help her anyway. Over the years, he has been helping others, just for himself and Ah Xian.

Since he met that old monk, how did he start believing in Buddhism?

He walked down the street again, without looking back at the shop. At this time, a stall appeared in front of me, on which various styles of small wooden hairpins were placed.

Dongli's heart turned into a ball, remembering that he had made a lot of hairpins for Ah Xian, but only one was really sent. On the day Ah Xian died, he still wore the clumsy and childish hairpin on his head.

Reaching out and picking up a lotus-shaped one, Dongli paid the silver, thought about it and walked back to the tailoring pavilion.

As soon as Dongli walked to the front of the tailoring pavilion, he heard a faint quarrel inside, like the voice of Du'er.

"He's still here just now, why is he gone-" Du'er's voice was a little choked, "I don't care about me, you pay him to me!"

Dongli walked to the door suspiciously, and Du'er, who was crying inside, was stunned, rushed up and hugged Dongli tightly, and said sadly: "Where have you been, I thought you didn't want me as a little brother......"

After a pause, Dongli handed Du'er a hairpin and said, "Yours." ”