Are you crying for the passing of a young life?

No.

It is crying for countless lost lives in the world.

...

The monk suddenly smiled.

"Can I eat another sesame cake?"

“This sesame cake is really delicious.”

...

The monk reached out to grab a sesame cake.

"You eat more, too."

...

Like the first time we met, the monk told the girl a lot about his experiences when traveling around.

There are joys and sorrows.

There is luck and misfortune.

There are small luck and some small unlucky.

...

The monk's tone was neither fast nor slow.

It's like gurgling water.

It seems that even the precipitation has become milder.

...

The monk looked up.

The rain stopped.

He put away his umbrella.

...

The monk reached out to erase the water stains on the tombstone.

He turned around and looked around.

The monk's eyes lit up slightly.

He slowly stood up.

My feet feel a little numb after squatting for a long time.

Getting up too fast will cause you to fall.

...

The monk walked to the side.

He bent down.

Pick up a peach-pink flower on the ground.

It should be the branches that were hit by the heavy rain just now.

...

The monk gently wiped away the mud and water from the petals.

He looked up.

Soon, he found the flower tree.

Pink flowers bloom on the branches.

The already bright colors have become more and more beautiful after being washed by rain.

...

The monk smiled slightly.

Will the little girl be happy to see such a beautiful flower tree?

...

The monk turned around and returned to the tombstone of the Sixth Girl.

He raised the flowers in his hand.

"look."

“Beautiful flowers.”

"Do you like it?"

Some sunshine that comes out after the clouds fade away and rains blows on the flowers with water droplets, reflecting beautiful and colorful colors.

...

The monk bent down and placed the flower in front of the sixth girl's tombstone.

"I hope you like it."

...

"alright."

The monk stood up and smiled.

"I have been disturbing you for so long, I wonder if you are annoyed by me?"

...

"I am leaving."

The monk looked at the tombstone.

Leave this time, come again next time...

I don't know when it was...

...

The monk bent his lips and smiled.

"Miss Six, goodbye."

"I wish you good and everything goes well."

Reincarnated in a good family in the next life.

It is the real pearl in the palm of your parents.

...

"Amitabha."

The monk lowered his head and closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name.

...

The monk opened his eyes.

Bright colors come into view.

The monk was slightly stunned.

The girl should be as vivid and bright as these flowers.

...

A sigh sounded from the heart of the monk.

Finally disappeared into the monk's throat.

...

The monk turned around.

Leaving here step by step.

...

The monk came to his senses from his memories.

Looking at the young scholar in front of me, the woodcutter and the woman seemed to have the sigh of that time sounded again in my heart.

If Miss Six could believe in herself like this and protect her family...

Everything will be different...
To be continued...