With his hair loose, Mason once again set out on the road to Lingyin Temple. It was late at night, and the beggar mother and son on Feilai Stone were curled up to sleep. A silver dollar could not change her life.
Mason walked past quietly, not wanting to disturb her. However, the woman woke up and called out "Master Dao". Mason turned around and saw that she had sat up, holding a bamboo chopstick in her hand. He said, "If you don't mind, use it to tie your hair."
He gave her his only silver dollar, and she also repaid him with her only thing. He couldn't resist her kindness, so Mason walked up to her, bowed and stretched out his hand.
She did not push the bamboo chopsticks towards me, but still held them, saying, "If you don't mind, I will braid your hair. I promise to give you the most dignified bun."
I am wearing tattered clothes and don't even have shoes, so what's the point of having a formal bun? ---These were words Mason couldn't say as he sat with his back to her.
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