The heavy brushwork leaves traces on the stone.

Paint landscape paintings on stones.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"I'm painting..."Ye Shan looked at the three of them with a calm face and a smile: "Appreciate the painting of the little monk?"

Several people looked at the painting, a mountain and a river looked like a god, full of charm, not at all like it came from the hand of an 18-year-old boy.

The young monk splashing ink in the snow is full of artistic conception.

Ye Manman had a complicated face and muttered, "When did you learn to draw..."

"I started learning very early, let me think about it... When I was 12 years old, I started when I saw an old beggar on the street on the ground, drawing a landscape painting with chalk. Ye Shan's expression recalled the past, and there was reminiscence and regret in his eyebrows: "He is my teacher." ”

"That's... The dirty beggar who was beaten away by your father taught you to draw?" Ye Manman remembered something.

"He's not a dirty beggar, he's my teacher, the first teacher in my life. Ye Shan corrected calmly, and then looked at Ye Manman: "At that time, I invited him to be a guest, and I also told you that he was my teacher, but what was the result?

Ye Manman really couldn't believe that the beggar was his brother's teacher, and thought it was an abduction, so he said: "Do you blame your father for beating your teacher? He's caring about you. ”

Hayama just returned to the temple and came with three cups and a pot of tea.

"Let's have tea..."

Tea is warm and hot, and it is the perfect drink in this cold day.

Li Yu and Gu Taisan drank it, but Ye Manman didn't drink it, but said: "Do you know, Dad, he misses you very much and wants you to go home... Do you want to think about it..."

I don't know how his family is, but Li Yu can see that Ye Manman cares about this younger brother very much.

And Hayama's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he was still the calm appearance of smiling with flowers.

"The monastery is the home of the little monks. ”

"You're enough! How long will you be willful! Do you know if your behavior of abandoning your family is excessive! Are all monks like this? Abandoning your family to come to this place where birds don't, you are very worried!" Ye Manman's temper began to flare up.

Hayama just shook his head, picked up the brush, stained the ink, and drew on the stone.

Focused, serious, and distracted, even if there are three people on the side, one of them is still chattering, but still painting seriously.

"To be honest, it's pretty powerful, it seems that his teacher didn't teach in vain... But this monk temple is very good, can let you paint, I thought that every day is to eat fasting and chant Buddha, boring to the extreme. Although Gu Taisan couldn't understand it, he felt so powerful.

Li Yu looked at the painting as a bystander, and finally smiled.

"You're not drawing. ”

"Oh?" Hayama, who had been uneventful, turned around.

"You're there, you're looking for inner peace, painting is just your way of seeking peace, meditation, meditation, silence. Li Yu said solemnly: "Other monks, including you, are seeking tranquility, their way to seek tranquility is the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, and the way you seek tranquility is to paint this landscape ink painting, in essence, you and they are both [eating fasting and chanting Buddha]... That's what makes Jingzenji Temple special. ”

Ye Shan finally noticed this Taoist priest and stood up, showing an expression of understanding.

This expression, whether it is Gu Taisan or Ye Manman, has never been seen.

"Amitabha... The abbot has begged for a lifetime of tranquility, and also wants us to understand the true meaning of tranquility, the so-called tranquility, both tranquility, seeking their own tranquility, no matter what way, as long as it does not harm others, the abbot allows us to do, not only painting, but also cooking, fetching, sitting meditation, in fact, there are only a few people who meditate and chant Buddha in the temple. Ye Shan smiled: "In my life, I am most grateful to two people, one is a teacher and the other is an abbot, but it is a pity that the teacher died shortly after being beaten into the hospital by my father, and I was only asked to take his painting and seek my own peace." ”

Ye Shan came to Ye Manman's face, and his calm eyes finally had a trace of waves.

"You said, my father misses me, so you came, but you are lying about it, all he cares about is face, I'm afraid that now at home, he won't mention me, let alone think about me, an unfilial son... In fact, the situation at that time was that my father originally just wanted to kick the teacher out of the house, but after learning that the teacher was teaching me to draw, he was furious, not only beat him, but also let some people in the society beat the teacher, so that the teacher was admitted to the hospital, and died in the hospital soon after, he had no medical expenses, and he was not afraid of death, he walked very calmly... Since he was just a homeless homeless man, those few people in society were not punished much. ”

"Why have I never heard you say... Why did my father do this..."Ye Manman looked incredulous.

Gu Taisan next to him didn't believe it, the elegant old man who was holding a book at any time was such a person?

"Everything is inferior, only reading is high, this is the father's inheritance of [scholarly family], the truth is that reading is the only truth, the only way out, when I was 10 years old, I have already arranged the daily tutoring courses to be full, I want to hope that Jackie Chan, but I never know, this son, no talent for learning, he only likes to draw... After learning that his son had no talent, his father believed that quantitative changes would cause qualitative changes, which made the already full tuition courses even fuller. Ye Shan said expressionlessly: "At that time, when I was only learning mathematics, I could contact drawing, and when I was writing math problems and making drafts, I drew two strokes with a pencil and then scribbled them out, for fear of being discovered... Later, he found out that he would check my drafts every day, and if there was a trace of drawing, he would perform the family law and beat me with a whip, and then he found out about the teacher, and he was very stubborn that I would become [depraved] because of the teacher..."

"Reading can make my father quiet, but it can't make me quiet, only the landscape paintings on this wall, I can miss the teacher, I can miss my own peace... So, don't come in the future, the little monk belongs here, belongs to this backyard, belongs to this painting..."

Hayama smiled slightly and continued to paint.

This time, Ye Manman did not bother with Ye Shan's painting.

Skillful brushwork blooms on the stones, beautiful landscapes, beautiful paintings.

At the same time, on the top of the payment, he also wrote his name.

- Silence.