Shi Yi said.
I don't adapt, and I don't agree with it.
His mother smiled indifferently, and said nothing.
When the click ends, she has said everything she wants to say. Regardless of the political situation, the current situation, and the relationship between people, if she were to see the body of Xiaoren's biological mother, the girl would collapse.
What's more, those unreasonable family laws and underground transactions.
It is time to see Zhou Shengchen, who is holding a teacup, wearing black clothes and white pants, and wearing glasses with black metal frames. He drinks tea, he talks, there is nothing special about him doing anything, just like when she was standing outside the research institute in Xi'an, watching him wearing a lab coat and striding towards him.
Strict and low-key, regardless of life or work.
She asked him why he devoted himself to scientific research. His answer is that it can benefit more people.
She remembered this sentence very clearly, and she knew everything he said to her.
So she is very firm.
She can accompany him and do what he really wants to do.
He did not participate in the whole conversation between Shi Yi and Zhou Shengchen's mother.
It’s just that sometimes when I get tired, I put my elbows on the arm of the chair, took off my glasses, and slightly kneaded the bridge of my nose and eyebrows, or occasionally went to see the time. After his mother said what she wanted to say, the topic soon returned to literature and poetry. When Wen Xing came with Tong Jiaren, he heard their conversation and joined with interest. This time it was not only Jiaren Tong, but even Wen Xing mentioned the painting Shi Yi once made, and the admiration of her uncle.
"Chen is always my old friend," his mother said with a slight smile, recalling, "I'm very aloof, and I rarely praise others."
"Sister-in-law..." Wen Xing closed his mouth in time, "Miss Shiyi, I really want to see your painting, but unfortunately I gave it to Uncle Chen." Tong Jiaren laughed: "I won't make another one today and keep it at Zhou's house. All right."
"Okay," Wen Xing looked at Shiyi with a smile, "okay, Shiyi?"
She didn't mind too much.
As soon as he wanted to accept, Zhou Shengchen suddenly said, "Painting takes a lot of energy, and she hasn't recovered yet."
"That's right." Wen Xing was a little lost.
"But," he said unhurriedly, and offered another suggestion, "I can try to copy one."
The voice was faint, like a very simple thing.
Everyone was a little stunned. After all, the painting had been put away just now after it was finished. Even if he had seen it, it was only once that day. Copying a painting that has only been seen once is easier said than done, but really difficult.
Shi Yi was also a little worried, until he saw him standing next to the book case, writing down the writing happily.
At first it was reed, single branch and leafy.
The layers came down, and there was a slight pause, as if reminiscing.
When he reached the roots of the reeds, his brushstroke stopped again, washed the brush with water, dipped in light ink, and then dropped the brush is the boneless lotus that she had painted. He is very focused, his entire back is straight, his eyesight through the lens, only falling on the rice paper in front of him.
One stem lotus.
Also similar and different.
At the beginning, the lotus reeds in her brushwork were lighter, like the lotus in the pond at the end of summer, and it was slightly cold.
But now this pair, the brushwork is more romantic, like the first new lotus in early summer.
The state of painting is the state of mind.
Zhou Shengchen's mother smiled and sighed. Although the artistic conception of this painting is different, it is already quite similar. Wen Xing and Tong Jiaren looked at the painting in a daze, thinking about each other. Zhou Shengchen turned his head slightly and looked at her: "Does it look like?"
Shi Yi couldn't tell, smiled softly, only knowing to look at him.
He cares about himself. He always abides by the initial promises and earnestly learns to care and love himself.
A quick observation, you can finish the painting.
It is difficult to do this if it is not intentional.
Zhou Shengchen also looked at her, smiled, changed his pen, and left words beside the painting:
"If you look at the lotus net, you should know that you don't touch your heart."
This is Meng Haoran's sentence.
She recognizes this sentence, and naturally knows its meaning:
You see, this lotus is out of mud and not stained. You should also warn yourself not to be troubled by the world and keep your heart.
Simple cross, word by word into the heart.
Her gaze shifted from the picture scroll to him.
"Is this a sentence from Meng Haoran?" Wen Xing was very pleased and found that he recognized it, "it is also worthy of this painting."
Jiaren Tong also smiled and said softly: "Yes, it's a good match."
In this room, only Zhou Shengchen's mother and Shi Yi could understand what he was saying with this poem by Meng Haoran.
He never participated in the conversation just now.
It is not a compromise.
What he did, the people he chose, would never change from beginning to end.
Seeing the lotus net, one should know not to taint the heart.
The time in his heart is such a time. His time.
At the end of summer, the lotus pond always feels a little disappointed.