It's unexpectedly quiet here.
Shiyi was very fortunate that although his mother wanted her to accompany her throughout, she didn't say anything. Shi Yi Jinxiang was truly pious, with his hands folded, he knelt on the kneeling mat that had already had two deep marks, and worshiped the Buddha three times.
He raised his head and looked at the smiling Buddha statue. It is said that believers and unbelievers, good and evil, have different Buddha images in their eyes. Compassionate, compassionate, and smiling, but in her memory, the Buddha always smiled slightly, never changed.
She suddenly thought, why should we arrange this.
She remembered everything, but Zhou Shengchen didn't know anything.
When Shi Yi knelt down, he forgot about his knees that were still recovering, and stood up, feeling a little pain in hindsight. One hand held her upper arm and helped her up: "If you have another time, you don't need to do it to wear a cheongsam. In fact, wearing sportswear is pretty good." He remembered taking a nap at her house last time, from the guest room. When I came out, I was wearing light blue sportswear, sitting cross-legged in a dark room, and watching TV with a headset on.
Especially before I found him, I covered my mouth and laughed at those TV plot actions.
He still remembers clearly now.
"It's okay, it's not completely taken down, so there will be no problem," she asked softly, "I haven't seen you just now?"
"I'm an atheist," he answered her in a low voice, "so I have been standing outside the hall and looking at the scenery."
Two people walked outside the main hall, the ancient temple for thousands of years, just standing here, they felt that their hearts gradually became peaceful.
"But I believe in Buddhism very much," she laughed, "what should I do?"
He turned his head and glanced at the Buddha in the temple: "Full respect."
"What did you see?" She was curious.
"What do you see?"
"I mean, look at him, what does it look like?"
Zhou Shengchen watched a little longer because of her problem: "Compassionate."
She looked at his side face and said nothing.
Even if some people forget everything and change their voice and appearance, they still won't change.
At this moment, there was a figure superimposing him in front of him. That shadow also said that Shakyamuni abandoned his wife and children and entered the empty gate because of his compassion to the common people. She remembered it clearly, so she never blamed what he said: Not to lose the world, but to lose eleven.
Zhou Shengchen noticed her silence and looked down: "What? Is it different from what you saw?"
"Not the same."
"What do you see?"
"Laughing," she said softly, "it looks like she likes me very much, so she always smiles."
He was surprised and immediately laughed.
The gaze fell from her eyes to her ring finger. Her fingers were slender and white, and she looked very nice with such a ring.
There was a mottled white stone fence where they stood, and he seemed to be afraid of her being exposed to the sun and let her into the shadows. This location was very secluded, and he was always talking with her, as if he was afraid that she would be bored. In fact, after so many days of contact, she found that Zhou Shengchen should not like talking, especially unnecessary gossip.
Only with myself, I always think of some topics and talk to her.
He was working hard, she could tell, so she was also willing to work hard for him.
Lunch was eaten at a restaurant under the mountain. Zhou Wenxing walked beside her and whispered that because her mother believed in Buddhism, this place was built here in the early years to entertain Zhou Sheng’s family and friends.
Naturally, the meal is fast food.
After dinner, there was a guest who came today, and heard that there was a girl who was about to get engaged on Zhou Shengchen, and wrote a word on the spot. Zhou Shengchen didn't know this person, but his mother kindly told them that this was written by a friend of Zhou Shengchen's father and was worth a lot of money.
The gift was given suddenly, and when it was time to receive it, I found that there was nothing around me to give back.
She asked Zhou Shengchen what to do in a whisper, but he didn't care, and calmed her in a low voice. This kind of gift of words on the spot is not common, even if there is no rebate, it is not considered rude. She thought for a while, and asked with a smile to the uncle Shi: "Uncle Shi's words are hard to change. Although the paintings of the times are not comparable, she still wants to be able to give them back. I don't know if Shi Bo will dislike it?"
She had a polite tone, and the uncle listened to it, smiled happily, and immediately gave up the book case.
The place where they talked is on the second floor of the restaurant. Just now, in order to see the words of this uncle, many guests from Zhou Sheng's family stood up and watched. At this time, they heard that it was the future eldest grandson of Zhou Sheng's family, and they were even more curious to paint on the spot.
What kind of painting skills will this beautiful girl from an ordinary family background have
Zhou Shengchen did not expect that Shi Yi would be so calm and said he wanted to paint.
He is too familiar with her past, so familiar, he can clearly remember the names of all her classmates and friends from kindergarten to university. The data during this period did not indicate from whom she had studied painting.
He stood by the book case, watching her pick up the pen, thinking slightly.
In Shiyi's mind, he recalled the ones he used to be best at, those still life that he taught by his own hands, and his favorite still life. Then I dropped the pen very naturally.
At first it was reed, single branch and leafy.
After layering, there is no pause, as if copying thousands of times, and the skill of the brushwork is amazing.
When she reached the roots of the reeds, she paused for a while, washed the pen with clear water, dipped it in light ink, and put some dry on the edge of the plate, and then dropped the pen to become a boneless lotus. Gradually, a new lotus was formed on the paper.
Those who don't understand, just say that this painting is really clear and empty.
Only Shi Bo and a few of his friends, gradually from the encouragement of the elders to the appreciation, to the end, they turned out to be unabashedly stunning and praised.
The painting is lotus reeds, the brushwork is free and easy, but the style is a little cold.
She was afraid that she was wasting time, so she deliberately gotten faster. When the whole painting was over, the uncle could not help shaking his head and sighing: "It's a pity, it's a pity that the painting is a bit eager, but it's still a masterpiece worth collecting," Shi Uncle naturally urged her, "Miss Shi Yi, don't forget to sign, I will definitely treasure this painting."
She nodded, brushed the brush again, and dropped her name.