C48 (1/2)

My name is Lin Zhaojun. When I was 15 years old, this name was no longer called out to me.

People like to call me a bridegroom.

I don't really remember much about my childhood.

To be precise, my memories began when I was six.

When I woke up at the age of six, the first person I saw was a bald monk.

He picked me up by the river.

I begged the monk to take me to the river bank, but the monk said to me, ”Everything is fate, there is no need to force it.”

I said while crying, ”I'm not a young monk. I don't play Zen Machine.”

The monk saw me crying.

In the end, they took me to the river.

Who am I, and why am I here? Did someone abandon me? Or what?

That day, I couldn't figure it out for a long time.

In the days that followed, I continued to ponder this question without an answer.

The abbot in the temple told me that I would be safe as long as I came.

The heavens sent me here, so naturally, I had a mission.

The words of a hundred zhang square meter were always very profound.

He would only say one sentence, and then all the monks in the monastery would fall into deep thought. Though, I do not understand, there is nothing to contemplate.

I can only lament, the world of monks, I do not understand.

I lived in the temple for more than two months. I also learned from monks that they wear monastic clothes. Often, pilgrims treat me like a young monk.

I explained righteously, ”I'm not a young monk.”

Sometimes he would point at them angrily and say, ”You are the monk!” Your whole family is monks! ”

I thought my situation would change.

But reality tells me, these pilgrims like to tease me more and more.

After all, the appearance of a young monk was worth pondering over in the midst of a group of big monks.

Even though the young monk had a bun on his head.

Many times, they would cast meaningful glances at a hundred meter square. That gaze was truly subtle. Even as a child, I felt a strange, terrifying fear.

One day, I was playing in the back mountains.

I met a little boy about my age.

The little boy was very handsome, especially his eyes. His phoenix-like eyes were slightly tilted upwards. When he smiled, he looked especially beautiful.

I only feel, he smiled, that the flowers are in full bloom.

At that time, I was at the back of the mountain enjoying the beautiful scenery, a deep look.

The little boy stared at me strangely for a while before he asked, ”Are you a child caught by a monk?”

At that time, I was stunned.

Monk belongs to the outsider and is kind and compassionate. Why would this kid think that I was caught by a monk?

My silence made the little boy even more excited!

He looked at me with a burning gaze before patting his chest. ”Don't worry, I'll definitely save you and bring out a sea of suffering,” he said righteously.

I looked at the little boy and said, ”Benefactor, your mother is calling you to come home for dinner.”

After a moment of silence, he said, ”I don't have a mother.”

I rolled my eyes. ”Did you jump out of a rock?”

The little boy ignored me.

I crouched down and stared at the flowers in front of me, thinking, Who am I? Where am I from?