The Shen family has been plagued by bad luck recently, and in early spring, the whole family decided to go up the mountain to worship Buddha and pray for blessings.
Not long after entering the temple, Shen Wuyou felt that the old monk giving Zen lectures to his parents was boring, so he sneaked away to the back mountain alone while his parents were not paying attention.
It was a cold and windy day in the back mountain, and the snow particles swirled and hit her face. She hid in a sheltered place to catch her breath, and suddenly she saw a little monk sweeping away the snow.
The little monk was only five or six years old. He was very good-looking, with clear and picturesque features, long eyes, and soft eyelashes. He was quiet and cold. He stood there quietly, like a little fairy boy worshiped in the temple.
He held a small bamboo broom in his hand and slowly swept away the snow, moving gently, as if he was afraid of hurting the snow on the ground.
A pair of small hands were red with cold, but they held tightly and remained silent.
Shen Wuyou looked on, feeling that he was so pitiful, so he took the initiative to go over and talk to him.
"Little monk, what's your name? My name is Shen Wuyou. My parents call me Wuyou or Youyou."
"The snow is so cold, aren't you cold? My hands are all red from the cold!"
"Were you punished by the old monk in the temple?"
"Little monk, are you mute?"
The little monk just lowered his eyes quietly, with his long eyelashes covering them, as quietly as a small white-faced jade Buddha. No matter how she chirped, he didn't get annoyed or speak.
Since then, Shen Wuyou ran to the mountains every day.
While he was copying scriptures, she would sit on the bluestone next to him and play with mud. While he was meditating, she would pick small wild flowers and secretly put them in his monk's hat.
The little girl clung to him every day. From the early spring to the melting snow, the little monk remained quiet and never drove her away.
Until one day, she put her favorite preserves into his hand as usual, and the little monk finally reacted and gently placed a smooth, round pebble next to the pastry she handed him.
Shen Wuyou's eyes suddenly lit up: "Did you promise to be friends with me?"
The little monk still didn't speak, only lowered his eyes gently, and quietly clenched the little hands hanging by his side.
According to historical records, in the early years of Tianyuan, the new emperor Xiao Yungui ascended the throne and issued the first imperial edict, that is, Shen, the daughter of Shen Guyan, the former censor, was appointed as the queen, and there were no concubines in the Sixth Palace.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were envious of him. The Shen family had been in misfortune for several years, but it finally made it to the sky and enjoyed supreme glory.
Intention: After all the hardships, the sweetness will eventually come
