Before I knew it, I had been living in this small temple for almost a month.

In a few days, I'll be away from here and back to my familiar life. The novel will also resume daily daytime updates.

It may be a lazy habit that has been cultivated over the years, and it seems that he dislikes the traffic in the city more and more.

Although the retreat in the monastery is hard, this kind of life is leisurely and familiar. I guess it's also the cause of the world.

A month ago, a puppy ran around the monastery. It was pitch black, with only a handful of palm-sized white hairs on his chest. Master named it "Xinbai".

Xinbai is very thin and timid, and whenever someone approaches, it will quickly run away with its slender tail between its legs. When it saw that the person did not move, it stood still, tilting its head vigilantly to watch.

The masters are merciful, and every day in the Wuguan Hall they will make an extra bowl of fasting rice and give it to Xinbai to eat.

Xinbai is very vigilant even if he eats, even if his saliva flows to the ground, as long as the person does not leave the rice bowl, it will never approach, just staring at the bowl of vegetarian food from afar. You can see the painful struggle in its heart.

I thought Xinbai was just an ordinary stray dog. But I don't want it to start with us in the morning and evening after a few days.

In the monastery, I get up at four o'clock every day and have morning classes at half past four. The main hall is five minutes away from the dormitory, and every day I go ten minutes early to sweep away the fallen leaves at the entrance of the main hall with a broom. Every time I came out of the dormitory, Xinbai would always run in front of me quickly, and rush to the door of the main hall to lie down.

I called it: "Xinbai!"

But it just looked at me, and then ran away as fast as it could, watching me sweep away the fallen leaves on the ground. During the morning class, it also lay quietly under the Buddha statue, with a thin body and vicissitudes of life, only at this moment, it looks like a peaceful old monk who has traveled here.

After another week, I took a piece of steamed bread in my hand, and I called it: "Xinbai." It tilted its head, and slowly walked in front of me backwards, although it was ready to run away at any time, although it did not come head-on, but my heart was suddenly moved. I put the steamed bun in the palm of my hand, and it struggled for a while, and finally took the steamed bun from my hand tremblingly, quickly ran away a few meters, and swallowed it in one gulp.

There is a waterfall in the mountain behind the temple, and there is a pool of water under the waterfall. The next day, Kokoro went with me to the back mountain, and I wanted to take it to the waterfall, but it followed a butterfly.

In the city, in the steel jungle, in the traffic, I am the white heart.

What Xinbai wants, of course, is not the piece of steamed bread that can only be obtained by making it tremble.

And it's just the butterfly that can fly freely with it, and can give up a thousand-foot waterfall and a thousand feet of deep pools.

I don't know where the butterflies are. A small temple in the mountains?

It's all the same......

Well, like that's it.