One day a long, long time later, on an afternoon like this in early summer, Xia Yiyi lay down in a bamboo house near the river, resting his chin on the back of his hands and suddenly recalled that day.
If she had not stepped into the Goddess Temple because she was greedy for the free vegetarian food in the temple, wouldn't everything that happened next have happened? No one will leave, no one will die.
In other words, even if I have never stepped into the Goddess Temple on such an afternoon, the initial connection will surely slowly open up at some point.
The wind thins the bamboos, but the wind passes by and the bamboos leave no sound. The wild geese pass by the cold pond, but the wild geese pass by but leave no trace in the pond.
Now that I'm here, I've only been here; now that I'm gone, I can't take a photo.
Perhaps, this unprepared intrusion in the vast sea of people was really a fateful encounter, just as she would not have expected that the twin crystals that had not produced results for decades would fall into her hands.
Buddha said, this is called calamity.