Chapter 609: Shallow and deep, long and happy

Hundreds of stairs, Fu Qingyuan and Mo Zishu walked with their fingers interlocked, and then saw the yellow rosewood plaque in front of them engraved with a majestic font - Muse Ancient City.

Stepping into the last threshold, Fu Qingyuan and Mo Zishu finally entered the ancient city of Muse, looking at the dense crowd swimming, everyone was full of spirits, talking and laughing with the people around them, but there were also people who were carrying backpacks and holding SLR or cameras in their hands while walking and shooting, recording the mysterious style of the ancient city of Muse.

"You're just here waiting for me to come back, don't wander around." Fu Qingyuan saw that someone was holding a camera in his hand, and his heart moved, so he took Mo Zishu's shoulder and walked to a slightly empty place to stop, and then instructed Mo Zishu to leave in a hurry.

Mo Zishu didn't know what Fu Qingyuan was going to do, but she found that the place where Fu Qingyuan brought her to come in a hurry was an ancient temple behind her, and the cinnabar on the walls was old and ancient, and she stepped in with her eyes lit up.

Mo Zishu entered the temple and did not forget to tell Fu Qingyuan, so as not to find her when he came back for a while.

Stepping into the temple, Mo Zishu realized that she was not walking through the main gate, because the main gate a hundred meters away from her was closed at this moment, and it seemed that there was no door to receive incense.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang into Mo Zishu's ears, and she followed the source of the sound and took in the scenery of the entire temple at a glance.

The courtyard of the temple is not very large, it can be said that it is much smaller than the general temple, and the whole temple is simple and simple, the center of the courtyard is a few Bodhi trees that do not know the year of the posture of natural growth, up to the tall green and green, its branches go straight to the sky, but also to the surrounding growth spreads, has been spectacular to cover the time of the entire courtyard.

Mo Zishu approached the trunk of the Bodhi tree, and clearly saw the traces of vicissitudes left by the years on the trunk, the mottled wrinkles were deeply engraved on the top and meandered everywhere, and the sunlight above his head could only vaguely squeeze into the gaps left between the dense Bodhi leaves, and then scattered on the ground and sprinkled on Mo Zishu's body.

The leaves of the linden tree are the best at catching the wind blowing the figure, and the trunk of its branches and leaves will sway slightly, and the dense leaves produce a crowded sound, exuding a light and elegant atmosphere.

Smelling the fragrance of the Bodhi tree, Mo Zishu stood in the shadows, feeling the breeze to avoid the heat, his collar slightly curled, and looking at the houses around him were all caused by these Bodhi trees.

At this time, there was no one else in the courtyard except Mo Zi, and the bell rang again, and she continued to follow the bell.

Finally, in a quiet corner, an old bell was found, and next to the bell stood an old man with white hair who looked over seventy years old and was striking the bell.

Just in front of Mo Zishu, the bell rang for the third time.

The old man had already discovered Mo Zishu's arrival, but he still insisted on ringing the big bell in his hand before strolling to Mo Zishu's side.

Mo Zishu found that although the old man was over seventy years old, his body was slightly rickety, and his face was full of signs of time, but his walking pace was extremely light and leisurely, unhurried and wanton.

"Little girl, are you here to draw lots?" The old man's kind and kind voice sounded, and his steps stopped in front of Mo Zishu.

Mo Zishu was slightly stunned, and then nodded.

"Come with me." The old man nodded with satisfaction and continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back.

Mo Zishu followed, not in a hurry, she walked slowly behind the old man, the old man was fast, and the old man was slow, and she also slowed down, never exceeding the old man's speed and posture.

The old man led Mo Zishu to a simple house, there was a golden sculpture in the house, he sat cross-legged, his hands were together on his chest, and his narrow Danfeng eyes looked down on the beings half-open, half of them were cold and half of them were worried.

Mo Zishu recognized that this was a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, but she didn't expect that there was still a statue of Sakyamuni in country S, which was far away from country H.

In front of the Buddha statue is a simple sandalwood table, and the incense and offerings on it are also very simple.

The old man took out the wooden bucket from the side and handed it to Mo Zishu.

"It's a new sign, you can shake it a few more times." The old man said to Mo Zishu.

Mo Zishu nodded, took the wooden barrel that had been drawn, closed his eyes and began to shake.

She never believed in Buddhism, but she did not resist her coming.

The thought came true, and a wooden skewer fell out of the barrel.

The old man stepped forward to pick up the wooden stick, looked at the words on it and raised his eyebrows slightly, and was a little surprised in his heart, but this expression was hidden in front of Mo Zishu's eyes.

"How?" Mo Zishu asked lightly.

The old man smiled silently, handed the wooden stick in his hand to Mo Zishu and left the house.

Mo Zishu looked at the words 'signed' on it, and was suddenly a little stunned.

The old man left, Mo Zishu didn't stay too long, and when he walked under the Bodhi tree again, he found that there was already someone waiting there, it was Fu Qingyuan.

Fu Qingyuan hurriedly left to find a place to sell cameras, and finally he bought a Polaroid from a tourist.

Mo Zishu's steps quickened and came to the man's side, and he took advantage of the situation to put his hand on Fu Qingyuan's arm. ‘

Fu Qingyuan had already taken a photo of the verdant Bodhi tree.

"Let's go." Fu Qingyuan didn't ask anything, smiled gently, raised his hand and rubbed Mo Zishu's hair.

Fu Qingyuan and Mo Zishu left the temple with their fingers interlocked, and the old man standing not far from the Bodhi tree looked at the back of the two leaving with a smile on his face.

After leaving the temple, the two went to a nearby classical musical instrument shop, which was full of simple classical musical instruments.

Mo Zishu was choosing a musical instrument on the side, Fu Qingyuan turned into a photo expert, he was taking pictures for the first time, even he rarely took pictures, at first he was looking for a feeling, but now it is getting more and more comfortable.

As the name suggests, Polaroid is a one-shot shot, and it can be washed out immediately after shooting.

Fu Qingyuan couldn't help but buy a Polaroid, and also bought a shoulder bag that was carried sideways, which was specially used to hold the photos taken.

Mo Zishu finally chose a classical guitar and played it casually to try the tone.

There are no rules and regulations, some are just improvised as they want, Mo Zishu stood on the side of the door of the store, where the sun just happened to hit him, as if the whole person was bathed in light, enjoying the unique sun's preference.

The color of the classical guitar also complements the sunshine, and it is held in Mo Zishu's hand, matching the cold color of her black dress with a touch of warmth.

The melodious and cheerful tune popped out of the classical guitar strings under Mo Zishu's slender fingers, her back was gently leaning against the wall, her eyes were slightly squinted, like a lazy cat, and her neat fingertips plucked the strings at will, and the whole person looked light.

The surrounding travelers were attracted by the light and cheerful tune, and surrounded Mo Zishu in the middle, but everyone was very polite and did not get too close, just watched from a distance, quietly cooperating with the warm breeze and warm sunshine.

Fu Qingyuan also stood not far from Mo Zishu and took a photo of Mo Zishu, the girl in his eyes was like a fairy who fell into this mortal world and experienced the love and love of this world.

Mo Zishu, who enjoys music, is different from the usual cold state, she has a temperature, so the strings she plucks also carry her body temperature.

The last note plucked out from Mo Zishu's slender fingertips, and the whole improvisation ended, with a beginning and an end.

The people around them also woke up from their immersion and applauded this beautiful sound.

Mo Zishu nodded to the people around her who were applauding her, stepped forward and pulled Fu Qingyuan away.

Many people recorded Mo Zishu's impromptu performance just now, and many people filmed the back of the girl bathed in the sun with a guitar on her back and holding the hand of the tall man next to her.

Someone uploaded the video to the Internet, and received a lot of likes, sharing and comments, not surprisingly, Mo Zishu appeared on the hot search list on Weibo again, but Mo Zishu himself didn't know all this.

Fu Qingyuan was picking out the photos, while thinking about changing his WeChat profile picture, and he remembered the scene just now, if the video of the two of them became popular on the Internet, then some things would also become extreme, if so, it would be better for him to show his relationship with Mo Zishu calmly and directly.

Then Fu Qingyuan replaced the WeChat avatar and Weibo avatar with Mo Zishu's photo, choosing the same photo, Mo Zishu was wearing a black shirt immersed in the sun, leaning against the ancient mottled wall, his head was slightly lowered, the inky green silk fell from his ears to the cheeks, covering part of his face, his slightly drunken eyes looked wanton and lazy, and the classical guitar in his hand was as beautiful as an unreal oil painting.

The video about Mo Zishu on Weibo became popular again, and she also won the title of 'music fairy', but this time it was not only Mo Zishu who was on the hot search, but also the man who took pictures of her in the video and finally asked her to take the initiative to hold hands and leave.

However, at the same time, there is also Fu Qingyuan, who basically treats Weibo as an idle software that only has nothing to do (basically all of them have something to do 365 days a year), that is, as we all know, Mr. Fu of the Fu Group posted a Weibo today after two years from the last time he posted on Weibo.

The content is very simple, nine pictures and a short text at the end of Mo Zishu's account.

"Shallow and deep, long and happy."