You have led me through the crowded journey of my day to the solitude of my evening.
In the silence of the night, I waited for its meaning.
——Tagore.
During the eight years he was with her, everything was like ants in her eyes, invisible and inaudible.
It was only after a long time that she learned that there was a word called destiny.
The fate that 14-year-old Sun Huaijin brought to 10-year-old Mo Jiangxin. This was the first time they met. In that rare heavy snowfall in S City, life began to take a different path, and he led her along.
"Nawu is the transliteration of Sanskrit namas, which should be pronounced ná[1]mó. The Chinese free translation is: return to fate, salute, take refuge, save me, and save me. It is the word for sentient beings to take refuge and obey the Buddha sincerely. But Namo, who do you want to ask to save you?"
Sun Huaijin hugged her tightly, trying to carve the woman in his arms deep into his bones and blood after a long wasted time. His eyes gradually gathered into a glow, firm and no longer hesitant.
"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm back." She couldn't say anything. Sun Huaijin probably still hated her. Not only were they separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but there was also a human life.
The world of mortals is born from the heart.
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