messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 33 Do You Keep a Diary

Shanju Village is not a big village, and there are not many people in the village, so basically every household knows each other.This makes the relationship between people in this village very close, and they always greet each other when walking on the street.From time to time, I will chat a few words, have the seeds of your family been sown, have the fields been turned over, and have the cattle and sheep been fed?

It is easy to recognize outsiders in this small village, but it is also easy to accept outsiders because of this.

Just like recently, everyone lived in the only temple in the chat village with two newcomers, a girl and a girl.

Villagers can often see the girl with a scar on her face going out to chop firewood and buy things.

In their opinion, although this girl is not very talkative, she is a kind person, because it is said that she often helps women who cannot move firewood to move firewood down the mountain (by the way), and helps farmers drive away sparrows in the field (by the way) Scared away), ring the evening bell at dusk every day to notify farmers and playful children to go home (temple rules).All in all, it was agreed that she was a good, earnest girl.

In the eyes of the boys in the village, she is a girl who is easy to blush. Although she has a scar on her face, she still has a different charm.It's just that she is always unsmiling, giving people a feeling that she is not approachable, so no one dares to go up to talk to her, especially after the boys heard that she can move a cherry blossom tree with one hand, no one dared to talk to her. up.

In such an unknowing atmosphere, this small village accepted the existence of Hatsune and Sakura, and regarded them as part of itself.

The weather was fine, and flocks of birds sang and flew across the sky over the village.

The gate of the temple was opened, and Chu Chu carried a bucket of water into the small courtyard. Since she came to this temple, the rough work of carrying water and chopping firewood has become her job. There is only one old man and one child, so they can't be allowed to do this.

Carrying the bucket, Chu walked to the water tank next to the small courtyard, and poured the water in his hand into the water tank.

In the hall, the voices of the old monk and Yingzi came. Chu was pouring water while turning his head to look.

"Only by introspecting yourself every day can you know yourself and realize yourself."

The old monk sat beside Yingzi, chanting sentences like tongue twisters, he looked very much like a sour old pedant.

After reading it, he savored it for himself, and then asked Yingzi with a smile.

"Miss Yingzi, do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

Yingzi didn't even recognize all the words, so how could she understand the meaning of such a sentence, she said with a look of embarrassment.

"I do not know."

Since the day when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, her personality seems to have become a little more cheerful, at least sometimes she is willing to speak proactively, and she is no longer always silent.

"Well, it's normal that you don't know."

The old monk can understand Yingzi's foundation, and most of the time he is not rigid, and will make a joke from time to time, so that what he says will not be so boring.

Touching his beard, the old monk explained.

"The meaning of this is that if you reflect on yourself every day, you will be able to truly know yourself, and you will be able to realize new truths through reflection."

"Reflect on yourself?" Yingzi repeated some of the old monk's words, and judging by her expression, it was obvious that she still didn't understand much.

This was also expected by the old monk. He smiled and took out a booklet and handed it to Yingzi.

"Yes, this is what I want to give you today, self-examination."

Yingzi took the booklet and opened it, but found that there was nothing written in the booklet, it was just an empty book.

Looking at the old monk suspiciously, Yingzi still didn't understand what it meant.

The old monk sat cross-legged, turned the prayer beads in his hand, stopped playing charades, and said.

"Starting from today, you write down one thing every day and write down your feelings. When you finish writing this booklet, you will come back and read the things you wrote down before, and you will have a different experience."

This is the method given to him by his host a long time ago, and he is still using it until now.Today, he also handed over this method to Yingzi, hoping that this method would benefit Yingzi.

Yingzi looked at the blank booklet in her hand. This booklet was very thick. Even if she remembered one thing every day, she didn't know when it would be finished.

Just when Yingzi was thinking about whether she could finish writing this booklet, the old monk asked aloud.

"Do you understand?"

"Understood." Yingzi replied, putting the booklet into her arms.

The old monk smiled and put his palms up in front of him, said a Buddhist name, and exhorted.

"That starts tonight, don't forget."

After finishing speaking, he looked into the yard, just in time to see Chu who was looking at the Buddhist hall.

The old monk waved his hand as a greeting, and said to Chu.

"Chu girl, I wonder if you are interested in giving it a try?"

Chu heard the conversation in the Buddhist hall just now, so she naturally understood what the old monk said.

But she is not very interested, or she is basically not interested in anything other than missions.

But this caught Yingzi's attention, she raised her head to look at Xiang Chu with some expectation in her eyes.

Looking into Yingzi's eyes, Chu fell silent for a moment, she had no way to refuse the summoner's expectation.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, she finally nodded and agreed.

"I see."

In this way, Chu also embarked on this path of self-reflection.

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In Shanju Village, dusk usually marks the end of the day, and even the naughtiest children go home before dark.

In the Buddhist hall of Qingxin Temple, Chu and Yingzi each sat in front of a table, with a blank book and a pen on the table.

According to the request of the old monk, they now have to write down one thing in the day and record their mood.

Yingzi thought for a while, then picked up the pen, and wrote down what she wanted to write down in crooked handwriting.

But Chu waited a little longer before picking up a pen and writing a short sentence.

But then, Chu's pen stopped, and she didn't know how to describe her mood.

She looked at the old monk who was also sitting in the hall, thought about it, and asked.

"Mood, how should I describe it?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment. The question at the beginning was a little special, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

After waiting for a while, he replied with a gentle smile.

"If you feel relieved, you are happy, and if you feel more depressed, you are sad. Just remember that."

Chu nodded, and looked at his book with a vague understanding.

Finally, I picked up the pen and wrote two words.

Sakurako looked at Chu and asked.

"What did you write first?"

Almost subconsciously, Chu covered what he wrote, shook his head dullly and said.

"can not tell you."

Yingzi looked a little disappointed, but since she didn't want to say it at the beginning, she didn't ask again.

This was the first time Chu rejected the summoner's request, and she didn't understand the reason.

The lazy setting sun hangs down to the west, and the golden afterglow sprinkles in front of the hall.

Chu moved his hand away, looking at what he wrote, his eyes were blank.

"Today, I taught Yingzi how to practice swords. Yingzi practiced very well. I am happy. ——"The first page of "The Diary of the Beginning"."

(End of this chapter)