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It's been five days, there is nothing to eat in the temple, and Master hasn't come back yet.
I'm hungry and scared.
Although Brother Yu always said he was fine and not afraid, he was only two years older than me. How dare he step out of this Taoist step? Why hasn't master come back yet? Master doesn't know that the wind will be hungry? Does the master want us?
At the beginning of my memory, outside the Taoist temple full of spider dust and the yard full of weeds and fallen leaves, a circle of high gray stone walls is the boundary of the world, and it is the boundary of my whole world. The Taoist priest who is so old that his eyebrows and beard are white is my master, but I am not his Taoist child, because he doesn't believe in Tao himself. Like me, he treats the shabby statue in the hall. Sometimes he is silent for a long time, and sometimes he doesn't know what he is talking about.
I don't remember how old I was before Brother Yu came. I only remember watching the clouds in the sky for a while, and watching the ants move things for a while, until my Taoist priest came in from the gate, locked the door, went to the door of the main hall and called me, "Wind, come here." I ran to catch his shabby cassock and feed it to the ants and myself. Master often hugs me in one hand and looks at my palm in the other: "My hands are so dirty, even if there is something delicious, don't get dirty ..."
Should be what you need.