Mengshan Shenjun had a sweetheart who died early, and I was the clay substitute he made when he missed his sweetheart. When our son was ninety-six years old, his sweetheart passed away. My son pushed me away: "I don't want a clay figurine to be my mother!" I asked myself to leave. He sneered: "One day, you will come back and beg me." Unexpectedly, he was right. Years later, I knelt before the temple again just to see them.
