burning lamp

Xie Fengshu slept very deeply. Jiang Chen let Xie Fengshu lie down from noon to dusk. He didn't wake up Xie Fengshu until the sun had completely set and the wind was blowing in the forest.

Xie Fengshu was still dazed when he woke up, with a few strands of hair falling loosely on his forehead, he blinked hard and looked at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen said: "The wind is blowing, if you are still sleepy, go to sleep."

Xie Fengshu hummed, still hoarse after waking up, he stood up and raised his hand to tie up his fallen hair, and followed Jiang Chen into the hall.

There are still pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table in the Dharma hall, half of the scriptures are spread out, and there is a pile of ripe hawthorn fruits in the upper right corner of the table, which rolled down on the table in red, adding to the solemn Dharma hall. A little fresh.Xie Fengshu laughed when he saw it, and sat at the table to get the pile of fruits.

He picked and picked the biggest and best one, but he refused to eat it himself, so he took it to feed Jiang Chen behind the table.

The hawthorn in his hand was extremely bright red, contrasting with his slender and white hands, illuminated by three thousand candles in the room, only the fingertips showed a little pink blood.He didn't hand the hawthorn to Jiang Chen, but put it on the other's lips, happily said: "You eat."

Jiang Chen looked down at that hand, and after a while, he lowered his head slightly and bit the fruit in Xie Fengshu's hand.

Xie Fengshu withdrew his hand contentedly, took one and threw it into his mouth, and began to chew slowly.

Tonight seemed to be the same as every night before, Jiang Chen continued copying the scriptures, Xie Fengshu sat at the table and watched with his head propped up, yawning from time to time.

After the person in front of him yawned a few times, Jiang Chen finally stopped and looked up.

"are you sleepy?"

Xie Fengshu hurriedly sat up straight and shook his head. He looked at Jiangchen and couldn't help asking: "You were not in Sumeru before, but when you were elsewhere, did you copy scriptures and meditate like this every day? Did anyone talk to you?"

Jiang Chen thought for a while, and replied: "I used to be like this when I was not in Sumeru, everyone is like this."

The laws and regulations of Buddhism are extremely strict, and the three gods and Buddhas are more cautious and more cautious than the other. He looked at Xie Fengshu and said, "You are the first one who always likes to watch me copy scriptures."

"I don't want to watch you copy scriptures." Xie Fengshu replied, "I just want to watch you."

Jiang Chen was startled for a moment, then his gaze suddenly softened, and he asked, "Are you feeling bored?"

How can it not be boring to watch people copy sentences that can't be read clearly? Xie Fengshu's ears turned red and he didn't speak.

Jiang Chen smiled briefly, he removed the half-copied scriptures, and took out another unused piece of paper.Xie Fengshu leaned over curiously, and saw Jiang Chen's sketches, a lotus flower fell on the flawless white rice paper.

The lotus flower is half open and half closed, with overlapping petals, and a few huge lotus leaves are randomly drawn beside it, which is lifelike.

Xie Fengshu immediately became interested and asked, "What kind of lotus is this?"

"Thousand-petaled lotus, there used to be many places where I lived." After Jiang Chen finished answering, he flicked his hand lightly, and the lotus and lotus leaves on the paper seemed to be blown by the breeze, and they swayed slightly.

Seeing such a scene for the first time, Xie Fengshu was surprised and delighted, and quickly moved from the front of the table to the back of the table, and sat beside Jiang Chen to look at the lotus in the painting.

He was almost on Jiang Chen's body, but Jiang Chen didn't back away, just lowered his head to look at the painting with him.

The surface of the water was wrinkled by the wind, and there were some ripples. The lotus flower was swayed by the wind, and a few lotus petals fell on the painting, floating in the water and swirling gently. Jiang Chen asked: "What else do you want to see? "

Xie Fengshu stared at the painting and thought for a while: "Let's fish."

Jiang Chen added a few more fish under the lotus leaf.

When he moved the pen away, the two or three fishes also began to swim slowly, shuttling between the flowers and lotus leaves, and occasionally touched the lotus petals floating on the water, looking very contented.

Xie Fengshu curiously reached out to touch a fish on the painting, the fish was not afraid, and passed through his fingers slowly.

Xie Fengshu was so happy that his eyes narrowed, he looked up at Jiang Chen, and said with a smile, "It's cool."

Jiang Chen asked: "Really?"

Xie Fengshu thought he didn't believe it, so he took the other's hand and put it on the painting: "Try it."

They clasped their hands together and landed on the drawing paper. Their fingers were loosely intertwined, and the fish would crawl through the gaps between their fingers, never tired of it.Xie Fengshu was afraid of startling the fish, so he lowered his voice cautiously and asked Jiang Chen, "Is it?"

Jiang Chen didn't look at the painting, his eyes fell on the top of Xie Fengshu's head, and he said softly, "Yes."

It was just a bit of illusion magic, after waiting for a while, Xie Fengshu didn't want to play anymore, Jiang Chen glanced out the window and heard the continuous sound of rain.

A cold autumn rain.

He touched the painting, and the lotus, lotus leaves and swimming fish became motionless and dead objects again.

Xie Fengshu also heard the sound of rainwater hitting the tiles of the eaves, he stood up and opened the door to take a look, then turned to Jiang Chen and said, "It's raining."

Jiang Chen also stood up, standing side by side with Xie Fengshu at the door, looking at the continuous and fine rain outside the door, it was hazy like a mountain fog, making it difficult to see the distant mountains and forests clearly, only outside the temple The snow-white Wan Guchun barely showed a little shadow in the rain.

Xie Fengshu stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater dripping from the eaves, and said not very sincerely: "Oh, how do I go back?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Chen pulled him back.It was a bit cold outside the door, Jiang Chen pulled the person back a little before saying: "I'll take you back."

Xie Fengshu: "..."

Jiang Chen only thought that he was still worried, so he continued: "When it rains at night, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and it is not safe to be alone."

Xie Fengshu was holding his breath, he couldn't get up and down, he frowned and looked at Jiang Chen and said, "Why are you like this!"

He became unhappy again, and his tone was fierce: "When I came, I told Master that I would not go back if it was too late, and Master agreed."

He did tell Lu Qiwu that the mountain roads were difficult to travel at night, and Xie Fengshu didn't want to be separated from Jiang Chen, so he spent a long time with Lu Qiwu, and finally Lu Qiwu became impatient, and waved him to leave quickly, because he would never return.

Only now did Jiang Chen understand what he meant, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, with a helpless smile.

"Why don't you just say it?"

"I want to see if you will take the initiative to let me stay."

Xie Fengshu watched Jiang Chen close the door, and followed him back to the court, complaining nonstop.

"You didn't keep me!"

Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and explained patiently: "I'm afraid that if you don't go back, your teacher will be anxious, besides—"

Jiang Chen paused: "I'm not good enough here, I'm worried that you won't be used to it."

The place where Jiang Chen used to rest was a small room behind the Dharma hall, which was very small and rudimentary, with only one bed.

He seldom goes there to rest on weekdays, and usually only stays in the Dharma hall.

"You are worried that my master and the others are in a hurry, and you are worried that I will not be used to living here, and you will also worry about my safety on the way when you send me back—"

After Xie Fengshu finished speaking, he fixedly looked at Jiang Chen's back: "It looks like she is raising a child, not like a husband and wife at all."

Jiang Chen had already arrived at the table in the Dharma Hall at this time, and upon hearing this, he turned to look at Xie Fengshu, with a vaguely gentle smile in his eyes.

"Then how do you look like a husband and wife?"

Xie Fengshu stopped talking.

He walked a few steps in front of Jiang Chen, his face turned red for some reason, which was very obvious under the light of thousands of candles.He pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Chen's skirt as if death was at home, and at the same time raised his head to lean towards the other party.

Xie Fengshu moved too hastily, with the jerk of a teenager, his teeth accidentally knocked against the corner of Jiang Chen's lips, he quickly retreated a little, stuck out his tongue to lick the knocked place, and moved closer.

Jiang Chen allowed him to stumble and run amok, and only raised one hand to gently press down on the back of Xie Fengshu's white neck, preventing him from moving away.

Outside the Dharma hall is the sound of pattering rain, ticking through the forest and beating leaves.Three thousand Buddha lamps were burning quietly in the Dharma Hall. The lights were streamlined, solemn and solemn, illuminating two overlapping and inseparable shadows.

The author has something to say: There are still a few chapters sweeter, and there will be an early warning before the knife. (Note on 3.26: Some readers feel that the next chapter is already very sharp, so mark it, the sweetness I said may not be the sweetness in your heart 〒_〒)