“…… Then, return to the meditation room, chant and meditate, during the evening class, Shami went to call, but found that the master had already sat down, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his demeanor was extremely peaceful, Amitabha. Monk Huaihai proclaimed the Buddha's name and recited the Sutra of the Past Life.

Yu Shinan was solemn and accompanied by the chanting, Han Rui and Qian Feng next to him, although they didn't understand the scriptures, they also pretended to move their lips, out of breath without making a sound, half ringing, after the scriptures were read, the room was quiet, Yu Shinan said softly: "Thank you Senior Brother Huaihai for coming all the way to tell me the news." ”

"Don't dare, it's just a matter of being entrusted by others and being loyal." Monk Huaihai said that the understanding of Xinyi by people in this era is not something that future generations can imagine, and it is definitely a promise.

Yu Shinan nodded slightly, and asked: "Senior Brother Huaihai is going to stay in the capital for a long time, or to stay for a few days, and then return to Yuezhou Yongxin Temple?" ”

"The poor monk has not practiced enough, and it is not the time to set foot in the red dust, so he has to say goodbye and return after this matter." Monk Huaihai said that after traveling all over the world, he knew that the world was big, the sea and the sky, and found that he was inadequate, so he naturally had to work hard to cultivate and improve.

"In this case, can you wait a little longer, the old man writes a memorial to the teacher, please present it on his behalf, and burn it in front of the teacher's stele tower." Yu Shinan said that he should have regained his senses, and his sadness was relieved by most.

"Naturally, it's not a problem." Monk Huaihai said.

Yu Shinan nodded, and there was no interest in chatting, got up to say goodbye, prepared to go home to see Li Shimin, took a few days off, held some ceremonies to mourn Monk Zhiyong, concentrated on writing, calmed down his mood, life in the world, a moment of gaffe is naturally understandable, but you can't indulge in sadness, after all, it is not a young and impulsive age, so many ups and downs have been experienced, Yu Shinan must know how to adjust his mentality.

Han Rui hurriedly sent him off, and when Yu Shinan left by car, Monk Huaihai also said goodbye, and when he left, he said softly: "Master Han, I have a fate with my Buddha, and now my Buddha is in trouble, if you have the strength to spare, you might as well reach out and help." ”

Understanding what Monk Huaihai meant, Han Rui hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "Buddha or not, I don't care, but since you have spoken, I can't refuse, but in this matter, it is not my turn to call the shots, so I have to answer you and do my best." ”

"Master Han Shibing's surname is honest, and the poor monk naturally believes that no matter what the result is, the poor monk thanked him first." Monk Huaihai said, folded his hands, and floated away.

"Sure enough, I came out of mind." Han Rui muttered to himself and shook his head slightly.

"What do you say?" Qian Feng said strangely: "He has something to ask you for help?" ”

Han Rui said: "It's not him, it's a monk." ”

"Isn't he just a monk, what's the difference?" Qian Feng was inexplicable, and secretly wondered if he had been reading too much recently, which hurt his brain, and he was actually a little confused.

"He is a monk, and he must not be him." Han Rui said.

Qian Feng rolled up his sleeves and said: "What, are you going to argue with me about the allusion of white horses and non-horses?" ”

"I'm not in the mood for that." Han Rui said lazily: "This kind of sophistry, it's okay to fool a foolish people, but it's actually a strong word, the world's scholars, who is willing to believe it, what Monk Huaihai means is to make me ......"

"Understood." Qian Feng suddenly realized, and said casually: "It's just a trivial matter, anyway, you are in charge of the carving workshop, and you will be instructed to go down and arrange for someone to print a few Buddhist scriptures by hand, what is there to be embarrassed about." ”

"How can it be so simple, I can point fingers at the carving workshop, but what books to print, where to get my turn to speak, it is all decided by the above, and I change it privately, who knows what the consequences will be." Han Rui frowned and said.

To put it bluntly, Han Rui is just a small role in this matter, most likely because Li Shimin saw that movable type printing was his invention, and arranged a meritorious opportunity for him to increase his qualifications and achievements for future promotion.

"It seems to be the same, so what are you going to do?" Qian Feng said worriedly: "I know it's not easy to deal with, so don't accept it." ”

"I've said it, do my best." Han Rui smiled: "Don't worry, a utilitarian person like me may give up a good future for this bit of righteousness." ”

Qian Feng was speechless, slapped his palm, and snorted: "I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense here, I'll go back too." ”

Han Rui asked, "Don't stay for dinner?" ”

"I'm not in the mood, let's go, and tell my brother and daughter-in-law for me." Qian Feng waved his hand and walked very chicly, but vaguely, he felt as if he had forgotten something, and it was not until he returned to the Lishan residence that he woke up and clapped his head and shouted, the letter...... Time slowed down, flashback, looked at Qian Feng leaving, Han Ruicai was not as careless as Qian Feng, ignored the letter sent by Wang Yingluo, quickly returned to the living room, looked at the brocade box, his eyes were a little complicated, approached the side of the case, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and picked up the scroll in the brocade box, his palm rubbed over, the paper was smooth like silk, faintly fragrant, which could prevent insects and ants, and refreshed people's hearts.

"I've almost forgotten why I still write letters." Han Rui was distressed, his palm turned the scroll twice, he didn't open it for a long time, he hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind...... Continue to think about it for a moment before deciding if you want to watch it or not.

But before that, the letter naturally has to be hidden first, no, it should be a good life to keep, after all, it is a testimony of friendship in the past, if it is stolen, or dusty, it is not beautiful, and he barely found two reasons, Han Rui took the scroll, looked left and right, quite a little weak, and walked cautiously towards the study.

As he walked, he saw the door open, and Han Rui went in directly, and was suddenly stunned.

"Lang Jun is back." Hearing the movement, Liu Ying laughed and walked up to meet him.

That, it seems that the study is next door to the bedroom, I don't want to get used to it, so I turned in, Han Rui mourned silently, what else can I do, naturally I responded with a smile, and handed over the brocade box, and in an instant, Han Rui wanted to pull it back, but fortunately, the only remaining reason stopped his movements.

Liuying took the brocade box, looked at it, and asked curiously, "Lang Jun, what is this?" ”

"Gifts... Epistle... Calligraphy. Han Rui wasn't quite sure, and explained: "That monk just now was entrusted by a friend to help transfer it to me. ”

"Friends! Which friend? Liuying asked, her pretty eyes, attentive, as if with a sense of scrutiny, and the same was true of Zheng Naoyue and the painting screen next to her, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, her eyes were like clear autumn water, waiting for an answer.

In fact, these are just Han Rui's illusions, mainly because they talked about this topic just now, so Zheng Nao asked them to naturally be more concerned about this matter, but they also responded to the words of a thief, Han Rui's smile was a little stiff, paused, and quickly pretended to be nothing, and said casually: "A friend who has known each other for a few days, when he was in Yangzhou before, he often corresponded and contacted, but when he came to the capital, he cut off contact, and now he received his letter, it is really a bit of a surprise......

Well, Han Rui's current mood is definitely more surprised and less happy, and at the same time, in order to show that he is a gentleman, Han Rui explained, while taking out the scroll, untying the ribbon, and gently unfolding the half of the corner, but found that it was a painting, and it felt not short, so he simply rested it on the couch and spread it out carefully.

Estimated, the painting is three feet wide, more than one zhang long, it is a banner, the graphic landscape in the painting, lifelike, brightly colored, beautiful and fresh, it should be dyed with a fine brush, a stroke, carefully drawn, such a painting, not only bothering, but also takes a very long time, not half a year, it must not be completed.

When Zheng Naoyue sighed, Han Rui's expression was a little sluggish, but he saw that the painting was the scenery of Jiangnan in February and March, under the rolling green mountains of the peaks, on the edge of the pond, the reeds were tender, a few green leaves, swaying in the wind, a few wild ducks floating in it, swimming in the water and pecking at the feathers, leisurely, very comfortable.

Passing by, next to a piece of green reeds, but a lush hill forest, peach and plum blossoms, pink and white, tender color, some weak and delicate, make people feel pity, however, the most eye-catching, is a few butterfly-shaped corolla, white and light red branches, among which the branches and leaves are bright red and bright fruit, extraordinarily bright and brilliant.

Under the thin branches, there are several figures, two elegant young men talk and laugh, butterfly-shaped corolla bush, a beautiful woman smiles with flowers, glances back, ivory-like white and moist skin, the face is as charming as the moon, lazy and charming eyes, looking forward to the brilliance, brilliance, heart-pounding.

There was also a person, slightly fat, with a smile on his face, who folded his feet sideways, stretched out his fat palms, and picked the bright red fruits on the branches...... The tender fingers were facing it, and Liuying guessed: "Qian Langjun? ”

The crisp voice echoed in his ears, Han Rui felt a little trance, it had only been a year, how could he feel a little bit like things were wrong, but his mood had completely changed.

Exhaling softly, Han Rui stretched out his fingers and gestured, and said with a smile: "Third brother, Brother Wang from Yuezhou, and Miss Jiangzhen, a year has passed, and I don't know what happened to them." ”

"We are well, I hope you don't think about it, Wen Jun went to the capital, and he didn't return for half a year, but I don't know if he is safe and sound......"

Zheng Naoyue recited softly, but saw that above the picture, there were dozens of lines of delicate and elegant small characters, worthy of being a disciple of the Wang family, the calligraphy was truly transmitted, flowing water, soft and charming, and the charm was very different, which was not comparable to an apprentice like Han Rui, who was a halfway monk.

In addition to greetings, he also expressed his thoughts in a timely manner, and then abruptly mentioned that he was going to marry Jiang Zhen, and planned to hold a ceremony in late autumn, September and October, the specific time will be notified separately, hoping that Han Rui can go to participate, at the end, it is a few ordinary blessings, and the payment.

"When you get married, a lover will eventually become a family." Han Rui smiled: "I have to go and give them a letter back." ”

Looking at the back of Han Rui walking to the study, Liuying hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Lady, Lang Jun doesn't seem to be very happy." ”

"Okay, don't chew your tongue, be careful to close the scroll, don't wrinkle." After a pause, Zheng Naoyu said: "Take it to the study and ask your husband where it should be placed." ”

"Got it." Liuying pursed her mouth, rolled up the picture obediently, tied it back and put it back in the brocade box, and Yingying walked towards the study.

(To be continued)