Although the light was dim, Sister Lan recognized Tang Que from a distance and trotted from under the eaves to greet her.

"Didn't you say you would come back as soon as it got dark? Why is it so late at this time? Sister Lan held Tang Que's arm and raised her head and asked, I don't know if it was because of the moonlight, which made a strong sense of innocence appear on the beautiful face of this thoughtless girl, and suddenly, it made Tang Que think of the night when he went on a date with a goldfish for the first time in his later life.

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients. The night of the first date with a goldfish in college in later generations is also the last quarter of such a round. Although the two are plump and slender, their appearance is not at all different, but under the same moonlight, there is no difference in the innocence on their faces.

Putting the Sutra in his hand into his arms, Tang Que raised his hand and held Sister Lan'er's raised face, just like that night 1,300 years later, and kissed it softly.

1,300 years later, when Tang Que once again held Sister Lan's face and kissed it under the same crescent moon, the only thing he could be sure of was that the woman in his arms would be able to accompany him to grow old together.

Although Tang Que didn't answer her question, Sister Lan, who felt the strong affection, didn't ask again, after coming out of Tang Que's arms, she took Tang Que's hand in the dim light like in a state city, intertwined her hands, and clasped her fingers.

When she entered the gate, Sister Lan intentionally let go, but Tang Que held on tightly, and she didn't let go after two struggles, and Sister Lan didn't make any more efforts, but she didn't dare to look at the porter who was greeting Tang Que.

It wasn't until she entered the inner courtyard that Sister Lan'er's hand was freed, and after giving Tang Que a bright smile, the girl hurriedly ran to the west wing, Madame had already sent someone to ask three times, and now that Tang Que was back, she had to report it quickly.

When the woman came out, Tang had no choice but to tell him how he had learned painting in Tianfu Temple in the afternoon.

"Ah Cheng, hard work is naturally good, but you are also too hard!" After the woman handed over the handkerchief, she turned her head and ordered: "Lancao, you go to the stove room and tell the Gao family, let her choose a crucian carp to stew now, and put less spices or anything." By the way, one more explanation, this soup is not eaten in a hurry, let her stew it for a while longer, so that she can drink it to replenish her brain."

Lancao answered, Tang Que took the handkerchief and wiped his hand and face and said with a smile, "Isn't it just learning to paint, look at you scorpion tiger, that's it there!" ”。

Although Tang Que said this, he also sighed in his heart that it was not easy to read, and it was the same regardless of whether it was in later generations or in the Tang Dynasty, although the students in later generations were tired, the scholars of 1,300 years ago were not easy. If you want to get ahead, in addition to the scriptures and poems, these professions need to work hard, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are also indispensable, people's mental strength is sometimes poor, so you have to learn everything, how can you get up easily?

Ay! In the final analysis, no matter what era it is, if it is not for the great reliance of the family and the shortcut to the south, it is not easy for ordinary people to come out. Don't endure hardships and hardships, and endure hardships! Although these words are old, they are really a collection of wisdom and wisdom summed up by the life experience of countless generations.

At dinner in the evening, Li Yingjun told a quasi-Xin'er that Tang Que would go to her mother's house the morning after tomorrow to deliver the marriage certificate, the ancients valued relatives, and the maternal relatives were the most important in the uncle's family, Tang Que asked a few words casually, and sure enough, the woman's fourth maternal uncle Zhao County Lieutenant would also be present the morning after tomorrow.

After this matter was decided, Tang Que had nothing to worry about now, and after eating and accompanying the woman to talk to Sister Lan for a while, he went into the study.

Tang Que sat down behind the bookcase, first took the borrowed notes to make up for the homework that he had left a few days ago, and then completed the four books that he borrowed from the notes to study by himself according to the planned pace After completing the amount of today's lessons, he picked up the scroll, got up and found the engraved and printed "Diamond Sutra" from the bookshelf, and prepared to complete the task assigned by the old monk Chengning.

He only needs to write two hundred words a day, and when Tang Que heard this task in the afternoon, he didn't realize anything, two hundred words is not easy! But at this time, I didn't know until I really did it.

Two hundred words is really nothing, but after adding the requirement of "not allowing a single omission, a word of error", it is really not easy, the old monk's writing style is beautiful, Tang Que continued to write when he naturally had to play twelve points of spirit, try to play the best level, and avoid the difference between this hand-copied scripture before and after looking too big.

The original intentions, coupled with the requirements of the old monk's special instructions, gave Tang Que great pressure, and he no longer dared to be as hasty as he practiced in the past, and he had to first figure out the word to be written in his heart from the pen to the structure and chapter before he dared to write, lest he could not think of it, and he made a mistake in the pen, and he couldn't change it in black and white.

In this way, before Tang Que used the eight-point block method to write the first word on the Sutra, he paused for nearly half a cup of tea, and the subsequent dozens of words were not as easy as the first one. Other masters are all "carrying axes into catties", but now he is actually the opposite of transporting catties into axes, only to feel that the brush in his hand is as heavy as the axe, and he does not dare to be rash and careless when transporting it, for fear of hurting himself.

But compared with the mental consumption, the pen alone is much easier, this work is actually mainly still tired, in the past, Tang Lack of practice words can occasionally wander, now the old monk this requirement is to force him to put all his mental strength on the word, from the pen before the speculation, to the pen when the pen and light gravity control, and then to a word after the completion of the success or failure of the idea of the success or failure of the experience.

At present, every word written is a complete experience and setting, and the reincarnation of practice and experience summary. If you don't get tired of practicing calligraphy like this, it's a ghost.

But Tang Que is also in the process of writing, really understand Cheng Ning's intentions, the completion of the Silent Sutra is false, the old monk is clearly using this method to make him in the process of practicing words can really be a heart ape, cut the horse, if he used to practice words more by hand, then Cheng Ning is now forcing him to learn to use his heart.

Whether it is the heart of the ape, the horse, or the more attentive to the understanding of the heart, the old monk's wordless teaching method does not escape the barriers of Buddhism, and it is on this night that Tang Que realized from the bottom of his heart that Chengning is indeed a real virtuous monk.

Although since they met, Tang Que had never heard Cheng Ning say a word of Buddha or a scripture, but in his mind, the real monks might be like this, they have practiced Buddhism all their lives, but once they are enlightened, they can break through the simple separation of religions, so as to apply the principles of Buddhism they have comprehended to everything in the world, such as the calligraphy in front of them!

In the middle, except for drinking the fish soup sent by the woman and delaying for some time, Tang Que almost didn't stop for a moment, Rao was like this, and when he finally completed the task of two hundred words, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

When Tang Que stood up with relief, he felt that his brain was dizzy, and he was faintly dizzy, although he was full of dinner, but now he had a strong sense of hunger in his stomach.

Tang Que knew that he was not really hungry, but that his thinking was too strong at the end of the day, and the signs of overusing his brain did not delay at the moment, and after hastily cleaning up the bookcase, he did not wash it again, and went to sleep directly.

The next morning, it was still Mao Zheng (six o'clock in the morning) to get up, and after freshening up and tidying up, he went to the county school at the beginning of the morning (seven o'clock in the morning), this morning Tang Que was no different from other times, as usual, he honestly listened to the class and took notes, the only thing worth saying was that Zhang Xiangwen came out with him to breathe when he got out of class in the middle, and after hearing that Tang Que was going to give a gift letter in the morning, he wanted to go with him, even if he was skipping school for this.

After school at the beginning of the afternoon, Tang Que did not rush home, but walked to Lin Xuezheng's office, not only to say that he would send the marriage letter tomorrow, but also to ask for leave for himself and Zhang Xiangwen by the way.

Lin Xuezheng in the office room had already packed his things but hadn't left yet, seeing that this posture was also waiting for him, as soon as Tang Que came in, Lord Xuezheng couldn't help but ask, "How is it?" ”。

"Not there yet!" , This casual sentence made Lin Xuezheng's face tighten, Tang Que saw this, and then added: "The woman's family still has to prepare, and it is scheduled to go tomorrow morning, and I am here to ask for leave."

"Go tomorrow morning! Okay", Lin Xuezheng not only did not feel unhappy, but stroked his hands and praised him, seeing that Tang was puzzled, he stood up from the stool and waved his hand with a smile: "Let's go, talk on the way."