As long as I can remember, the only people around me are Master and Yaoshan's clouds.
Master taught me how to read and told me stories at the foot of the mountain, but he never went down the mountain.
He often looked at me but said nothing.
Until that day, I heard a stranger say: "She cannot gather the spirit of Shen Ji."
It turns out that Master is missing another old friend through my eyebrows.
In the storybooks I've read, substitutes are always useless. That day I cried and asked him: "Did you adopt me to wait for Shen Ji to come back?"
He was silent for a long time, so long that the mountain breeze became cold.
Then he asked me gently: "Ah Chao, do you want to go to the sky and take a look?"
I cried harder - he really wanted to send me to death.
He smiled and said in a gentle voice: "I mean, do you want to see where the gods live?"
The soft light of the setting sun fell on his face, making him look like a fairy in a painting.
It wasn't until many years later that I understood.
Master has been waiting for a god his entire life.
Wait for a god who may never come back.
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