Continuously

The sound of chanting sutras came from the Buddhist gate, it could not be called tactful, but it was low and lingering.

Jinjia Temple has been under construction in Anding Village for some time. It is bigger than Yao An and the others combined. Its internal organs are incomplete, and the red paint on the wall has also fallen off. The gray inside is exposed like ringworm. At that moment, the dust clings to their clothes again, and the five of them walk up gradually from left to right.

"Hey, what did you see, tell us!" Kang Zi jumped up and shouted at Yao An on the far right.

"Shh -" Yan Huai'en put his right index finger in front of his mouth to prevent him from making noise, while still holding the window sill with his left hand, standing on tiptoe, struggling to reach his head.

Yu Zhouyao on the other side was originally interested in sizing up, but now his mind was divided in half by another person.

An uninvited person.

"Cut." Yu Yan chased and kicked at the wall, which touched the lower half of the wall. He turned his back and squatted at the foot of the wall, "It's better to throw a stone."

Yu Zhouyao squatted down with him, and comforted him with kind words: "Xiao Zhui, can my sister play with you?"

Yu Yanzhui was still pouting, and before he had an attack, he was choked up: "Go home if you're bored, little brother."

While shaking his legs, Yao An squinted his eyes and looked down at him.

The appearance is very arrogant.

Yu Yan hurriedly stood up, stared, and yelled dissatisfied: "Whoever says it's boring, I won't go back!"

He woke up early in the morning when he heard the commotion, and ran across half the village with them to this ruined temple, for what purpose?Is it because he is afraid that his sister will take advantage of the village!

Let him go back, hum.

Yu Yanzhui raised his voice: "You don't want to succeed!"

"Xiao Zhui, don't do this." Yu Zhouyao hurriedly tugged on his wrist, for fear that the two of them would not get along.

Yao An smiled half-heartedly, as if he didn't want to argue with him.

There was only one thought in his mind: here we come, this bastard is here again.

"What scriptures are they reciting?" Kangzi didn't smell the vague smell of gunpowder, and asked as usual, "Three Character Classics?"

"The Shurangama Sutra." Yan Huai'en said.

"What are you in a daze for? Can you hear me clearly?" Kang Zi asked.

"Guess." Yan Huai'en smiled, turned to Yao An, "Did you see it, inside?"

Yao An raised his chin, looked through the half-closed window, in the hall, there was a row of abbots dressed in yellow sea blue, less than ten, with a large volume of scriptures spread out in front of them, palms folded, lips parted, chanting , the leader is knocking on the wooden fish, and there is a bit of sober Qingming in the cong. In the hall, the Medicine Buddha Buddha's ears hang down his shoulders, his face is like a full moon, and his upper body is like a lion.

The Buddha took the Chinese towel, tied it into six knots, and pulled it to the left, and asked Ananda, did you untie it truthfully?

No, World Honored One.

Leaning to the right side, if so, can't it be solved?

No, World Honored One.

Yao An caressed the jade pendant around his neck, and traced the veins on the leaves with his fingertips, thoughtfully.

"How?" Yu Zhouyao asked curiously.

Yao An: "A monk with a bald head, his forehead is shining."

The golden thread of the morning light untied the mountain top, split the clouds like a cocoon, and shone a wrist holding a pen.

A drop of red ink, almost like ink, hit the blue sky from the tip of the pen, and the fine brush smudged away, and followed the master's strength to lick it in a circle.

A round of Chiwu was completed.

Yao Jianqi threw the paintbrush into the red bucket at his feet, with a "plop", the color splashed onto his ankles.

Jiang Cong bypassed the students in twos and threes, and looked behind him carefully for a while.

"Um--"

She squatted down with her knees in her arms, and carefully picked up a corner of the sketch paper.

Unlike other students' large paintings that were mottled by water and paint, the sun and fields on this paper are drying up in the air.

Just can't see the vitality.

"Tired from painting?" She didn't say if it was okay, but asked if she was tired first.

Yao Jianqi shook his head slightly.

"Take a rest." Jiang Cong said.

After she left, Yao Jianqi sat for a while, picked up the bucket and paint box and went out.

Rusty tool blades are placed in the window frame of the bathroom, the white sink is covered with old colorful stains, the trickle of sewage in the corner also contains color, and the handprints on the wall are covered by new ones. ...with the self-evident character of a studio.

A bucket of dark copper-colored dirty water was swallowed by the sewer pipe, Yao Jianqi turned on the faucet, and carefully and mechanically scrubbed the hair on the tip of the pen, the thick red snaked along his veins.

Yao Jianqi stared at the winding strand, his eyes clouded with gray.

"What do you want to do."

The pace behind her was wrong, and she stopped stiffly on a piece of hard dirt.

"I, I am Yu Xianlin."

Yao Jianqi turned around and looked up, whether he was looking at him or not.

Yu Xianlin started to learn painting here two weeks ago. As soon as Yao Jianqi entered the door that day, he felt a kind of forced familiar gaze, like a sticky insect, followed by that nonsense noise in the classroom, and Its aftereffect.

Yu Xianlin smiled flatteringly at him, with a slight spasm in his smile: "Don't, don't be afraid, I just want to say...you're pretty, really."

Yao Jianqi pulled away for a moment.

After a while, he returned to the present, and shook the water on his hand angrily: "I'm not a woman."

"You are not." There was naked enthusiasm in Yu Xianlin's eyes, "You are prettier and more beautiful than them."

A chuckle flowed from Yao Jianqi's lips.

Everyone regarded Yu Xianlin as a fool, manipulated him wantonly, and used him to manipulate others.

But Yu Xianlin himself didn't think so.

He doesn't know many words, he can just say everything he wants to say, his expression follows the most instinctive impulse, he is a child.

The boys in the class alienated Yao Jianqi, and some looked down on him, saying that he was not like a man.

But what they talked about and watched was Yao Jianqi.

These gazes, commas, and periods seem to never reach their target. Yao Jianqi always isolates himself from these words, and it is impossible to say who alienated whom.

However, Yu Xianlin feels that behind these meagerness is because he has witnessed an unrealized beauty that is completely different from any previous form.

So they repel and are also attracted.

Yu Xianlin was different from them, he walked in front of this attraction wholeheartedly, as a pilgrim and blasphemer.

He took a step forward.

This floor is very empty, and the only studio has to pass through several winding corridors, and there are also empty rooms mixed in between.At this time, classes were in session, and the building was extremely quiet.

Yao Jianqi suddenly turned on the faucet.

The room was instantly filled with turbulent echoes, hitting Yu Xianlin's eardrum back and forth.

"Did you know?" Yao Jianqi said without warning.

Yu Xianlin's footsteps stopped for a moment, and then continued to move. He couldn't wait for the things that hadn't happened and would happen.

Yao Jianqi calmly raised his hand, and accurately removed a blade that was stuck between the gaps in the window. The movement was smooth, as if it had been repeated thousands of times.

"I really hate..."

In the face of Yu Xianlin's approaching figure and expression, he moved forward boldly, as if he was about to kill, but the execution power was in his hands.

"That's how people describe me."