Chapter 22 Cooperation_1
In the refugee camp, everywhere one looked were people either lying or sitting, their lifeless eyes hollow and sorrowful, the entire camp filled with an air of listlessness and despair.
A young woman, sick and at the brink of death, was nursing her child with breast milk. Her shriveled breasts were like withered pears, taken into the mouth of her emaciated child. In fact, there had been no milk for a long time, but to soothe her hungry child, the mother had no choice but to endure the pain of being suckled...
This scene deeply pierced Mo Yan’s heart; the refugees were in much worse shape than she had imagined. She could envision how the elderly and the frail could not compete with the stronger youths, growing weaker day by day until the last moment of their lives.
If it weren’t for the Space, she feared her family might have ended up as one of them, a thought that sent shivers down her spine.
Dragging her heavy legs away from the camp, all that filled Mo Yan’s mind on her way home were those pairs of longing eyes, yearning for food, yearning for survival...
If at first the desire to help these people aimed to upgrade the Space as soon as possible, at this moment, she simply wanted to help them for the sake of helping.
She began to vaguely understand why every time she committed a good deed, red lines would appear on the bead in the Space. From the Buddhist perspective, those lines probably represented merit. When merit was consummate, the Space would upgrade, and then, through the Space, she could help even more people, forming a virtuous cycle.
She wasn’t too convinced about the idea that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil, but the existence of the Space and the emergence of the red lines seemed to have an intricate relationship with merit, like with this peculiar rebirth; she couldn’t afford not to treat it seriously.