三十三?不是三十二吗?我正感狐疑,这才恍然想起,自己身上那件黄色风衣,跟这批出家人的袈裟,几乎同色同款,慌忙尴尬地脱下来,退出和尚行列,还我俗身。我披着我那件晴雨相伴的黄色风衣,携着破旧的乌黑手提行李,疲倦地踏上那居然准时的客机。甫进舱门,便发觉有人表情怪异地瞧着我笑。我一愣,这才发现,整个乘客稀疏的机舱内,座上一半竟都是和尚。 Thirty-three? Is not thirty-two? I am feeling suspicious, it was suddenly remembered that the body of his own yellow coat, with the batch of family members shy, almost the same paragraph, hurriedly took off, out of monk ranks I’m the body. I was wearing my yellow windbreaker accompanied by a barren rain, wearing old dark handbag, tirelessly embarked on that actually on time passenger plane. Just enter the door, we found someone looking at my weird smile. I surprised a moment, this found that the entire passenger sparse cabin, half of the seat were actually monks.