Xue Ying looked at the stunned Lin and said, "What's the matter, I'm afraid I'll steal your skills?" ”

"No, no." Lin Jianyan lowered his head and replied, his eyes fell on a half-closed album next to his feet, and he unconsciously made a slight "huh", flipped his fingers to the cover, and felt that fate was wonderful, "When did this album come out, I don't even know." ”

Xue Ying silently picked up the album, closed it and put it back in the pile of books not far away, and said lightly: "This is the legacy of the family teacher." ”

"What!" Hayashi suddenly bounced up from the stool and exclaimed, "Katsushika Hokusai! Your master is Katsushika Hokusai! ”

Xue Ying raised her eyes slightly, looked back at Lin Jianyan, "You actually know?" ”

"Who doesn't know his old man's name?"

"Oh?" Xue Ying looked away, and her voice passed by like the wind, "But he's Japanese." ”

"Does it matter?"

Xue Ying looked at Lin fixedly: "Don't the Chinese all hate the Japanese?" ”

Lin Jianyan seemed to be asked, pursed his lips and thought about it, then raised his head and said loudly: "But he is just a painter." Art knows no borders. ”

Xue Ying looked at Lin Jianyan's generosity, and was stunned, and immediately, she lowered her head and smiled lightly, but she didn't say a word.

Lin Jianyan looked at Xue Ying's contemplative appearance, and was a little puzzled: "Sister Xue Ying, don't you think so?" ”

Xue Ying shook her head slightly, and her red lips condensed with a touch of late autumn: "What do I think, does this matter?" ”

Lin Jianyan asked without thinking, "Isn't it important?" ”

"No matter what I think, I can't change anything." Xue Ying's voice turned faintly with a wisp of incense in front of the Buddha, "Some things happen just as they happen, dirty and bloody, and sinful!" ”

She has been protected in the labyrinth of the Lin family's garden, protected under the Sifang city wall of Beiping, although she knows that the land of China is full of gunsmoke, but she has never experienced a bloody flight.

The war she understands is nothing more than the hatred of the country and the family in which the people in power use the bodies of all the people as swords in order to seize the beauties of the country. It's just because of desire, it has nothing to do with affection, affection is just to confuse followers, and desire is real, for thousands of years, it is better than that. She only thought that Xue Ying was bitter because of the indissoluble hatred between China and Japan: "Sister Xue Ying, aren't you also Japanese?" Didn't you save me too? ”

"I saved you, but I just wanted to save myself."

"No matter what it is for, saving is saving." Lin Jianyan tilted his head and smiled, "You could have left me alone." ”

Xue Ying's gaze paused on Lin Jianyan's face, frowned and examined it for a long time, and then her brows gradually relaxed: "Gu Yelan, you seem to be ...... It's changed. ”

Lin Jianyan was looked at a little unnaturally by Xue Ying, worried about what he was showing: "Yes, yes?" ”

"In the past, you were always cautious and silent, which made people feel depressed." Xue Ying's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked at Lin Jian earnestly, "But now, I follow my heart and are wanton and chic, which makes people feel happy." ”

"Follow your heart and be chic?" Lin Xiaoyan shook his head, and pointed to the wooden fish not far away with a smile, "It's just that the Buddha sound here makes me quiet, and I feel a little more pure and have few desires." ”

Xue Ying's gaze fell along Lin Jianyan's fingers, and she sighed lightly: "If you can really achieve a pure heart and few desires, you don't need to listen to Zen, and I don't need to chant scriptures." ”

Lin Jianyan's heart moved, and his lips immediately turned to a touch of self-deprecation: "Buddhism is boundless, where is it so easy to penetrate?" "Comforting the snow cherry blossoms, but also comforting herself.

"The boundless Dharma is nothing but a wordless." Xue Ying stretched out her index finger and lightly tapped it on Lin Jianyan's chest, "You are full of seven emotions and six desires here, and you can't become a Buddha." ”

"Buddhahood?" Lin Jianyan raised his eyes to look at Xue Ying, and there was a joke in his tone, "Don't you have to be an adult before you can become a Buddha?" ”

Xue Ying's index finger trembled slightly, and in an instant, she fell from mid-air, grabbed the ink and lead on the drawing board, and handed it to Lin with a smile: "You have to draw first." ”

"What kind of paintings did you make, can you show me?"