The Maiden and the Monk

[Angst]

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain stood a temple, and in the temple lived a handsome monk.

The monk never gave up meat or alcohol, and spent his days loafing around, never acting the least bit proper.

Many years ago, by a bridge at dusk, he thought the person sitting across from him had a truly lovely smile. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, like stars in the sky.

It seemed he could even see himself in her eyes: a little bald head. His own eyes must have been just as bright as hers.

"What are you doing?" She pressed a finger to his forehead.

He snapped back to his senses, leaned back awkwardly to cover his embarrassment, then sat up straight. "I-I just think the sunset behind you is beautiful."

She smiled, her eyes narrowing. "I don't know if the sunset is beautiful. I just know that you've had too much to drink, little monk. Otherwise, why is your face so red?"

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So tomorrow is Jingzhe,

and it has already been twelve years.

Theme: Carefully protect the tenderness in your heart