Turning his head to look, Dongfang Shiming was surprised, and it was indeed true. Unexpectedly, the painting maniac was in no hurry to leave at all, and even stopped at the Bai family for sightseeing.

The breeze blew the snow, and I saw that on the rockery, it was already covered with a canopy, and the snow was like a quilt.

The huge, hollowed boulder resembles a silent samurai. In the ice and snow, the painting maniac stood silently in front, as if worshipping, motionless, and unaware of the gaze cast by Dongfang Shiming.

“……”

Dongfang Shiming looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and walked over slowly.

The snow rustled when he stepped on, but the painter didn't notice it. It wasn't until he walked behind him that he realized it and turned his head.

"You, looking for me?" He casually patted the snow off his shoulder.

Dongfang Shiming responded: "Yes." Disturbing the painting maniac Yaxing, in order to solve the puzzle once, I want to ask the painting maniac for advice. ”

The painting maniac was dull for a moment, and his gaze stayed on Dongfang Shiming's face.

He didn't speak, just looked at Dongfang Shiming's face. Dongfang Shiming's eyes do not avoid, and sometimes they look at him.

In this way, the two looked at each other for a moment. The painter rubbed his hands together indifferently, reached into his pocket with his frozen, and pulled out six stones.

"Got it." His tone was unwavering, as if he had seen all the context behind it. Neither asked Dongfang Shiming who he was, nor what he asked, he threw the stone straight into the air and took a step back.

Dongfang Shiming also took a step back, his eyes fixed on the falling stones.

I saw six stones spinning jaggedly in the air, like a sign of heaven under the gray canopy. Eventually, they all "snapped" and fell into the snow, smashing out six dented nests.

The painter took a long breath and crouched down to look at the meaning of the stone.

Oriental Shiming stood aside. No one else passed around the rockery, and the snow and wind fluttered, enveloping the quiet two people here.

"Hmmm......"

After a moment, the painting maniac seemed to have a conclusion. He raised his head and said to Dongfang Shiming: "You have to remember well." Next, I'm going to talk about it. ”

Dongfang Shiming immediately lifted his spirits. The painting maniac glanced at him one last time, then lowered his head and began to interpret the words of the stone allegory:

"The east is not white, but there is cold over it; If you don't continue to settle your grievances, you will end up with a long family. ”

"Chasing and giving, between the thoughts of the son; Come and go, three tripods and two legs, so good to ponder. ”

The tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but it knocked thousands of waves in Dongfang Shiming's heart. There are only these few sentences in the hexagram, and it was not until the painting maniac got up to observe him that Dongfang Shiming peeled off from his thoughts.

"Can you please explain a little bit more?" Dongfang Shiming asked.

The painting maniac just shook his head: "Heavenly opportunity, don't leak it." …… This kind of hexagram is rare, in fact, I don't understand it very well. It's just that I will tell you what Tianji said. ”

Dongfang Shiming frowned. The painter lost interest here, turned around and was about to leave.

Dongfang Shiming hurriedly said behind him: "Thank you Mr. Painting Maniac for your advice, I am grateful." ”

The painter waved his hand, and the direction in which he turned around and left was another door of the Bai family. Dongfang Shiming saw him leave, and his mind was even more hesitant.

Chasing and giving, is it in my thoughts......

His eyes seemed to be covered with snow, but he still couldn't see clearly. The words of the withered Zen clothes suddenly seemed to resonate at the same frequency, buzzing in his ears like a bell.

There can be many reasons for abandonment, but for him personally, as far as his rationality is concerned, it is indeed a lot easier not to pursue it.

Dry Zen clothes and painting maniacs, both of them consciously or unconsciously guide themselves to make choices. The Buddha of dry Zen clothes, the heavenly opportunity of painting madness, could it be that God is really warning him, if this matter continues to be investigated, there will be unpredictable harm?

Looking at the vast and wordless sky, Dongfang Shiming blew a breath and blew away the falling snowflakes.

However, he didn't want to just give up. Maybe it's for the unfortunate family love, maybe it's for the counterattack of being unjustly killed, maybe it's the curiosity to solve the mystery, or maybe there are other reasons.

Anyway. He always had a feeling that if he chose to stop here, he would spend his whole life in regret in the future.

Before he could breathe out deeply, Dongfang Shiming suddenly heard a call from behind.

Turning his head, Dongfang Shiming was surprised to find that it was Bai Yikao.

"Big Brother Bai." Dongfang Shiming was still a little cramped in front of him, "How did you find here?" ”

Bai Yikao was still wearing the robe just now, and his face was a little ruddy. He searched all the way, but no Artemisia followed.

"Mr. Zheng has finished evaluating my paintings, and there should be no problem this time." He walked up to Dongfang Shiming, noticed Dongfang Shiming's eyes scanning the surroundings, and continued, "Bai Artemisia was called over by the old man, just right, I have always wanted to talk to you alone like this." ”

"And me?" Dongfang Shiming pointed to himself, a little surprised.

I have the impression that this eldest brother has never been familiar with him. But when I thought about it, he and Bai Artemisia were extremely close, and I could probably guess the content of "Let's chat".

"I've known you—don't be surprised, after all, for the sake of my sister, I'm not as blind to what's going on outside the window as the old man said." Bai Yikao glanced at Dongfang Shiming and said lightly.

"No, I was just a little surprised." Dongfang Shiming shrugged, "I thought you would be more calm." ”

Bai Yikao smiled: "Calm down, why?" This kind of thing can't be calm for anyone who is a big brother. ”

The hollows of the rockery are filled with snow chips, and they look like bunches of silver grapes. The snow under the feet of the two of them became deeper and deeper, and Bai Yikao waved his fingers at him: "Let's go, talk as you go, Dongfang - I have wanted to call you that for a long time." ”

Dongfang Shiming was stunned. But soon smiled silently and walked away side by side with Bai Yikao.

Buried in the snow, there is a neat row of stone steps. Following Bai Yikao's familiar steps, the two walked through the narrow alley and into a room that had been untouched for a long time.

The moment the door was pushed, the sharp sound of "squeak" penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Bai Yikao frowned when he entered the door, but still stepped in.

Oriental Shiming followed suit. The house was deserted, as if it was colder than a snowy courtyard.

"Here?" Oriental poetry looks around.

Bai Yikao walked to a swarthy corner, and through the light that passed through the window sealed in the wooden plank, he bent down and groped for an old clay pot.

"It's all in the past." Bai Yikao wiped off the thick ash on it, "Bai Artemisia didn't tell you?" ”

Dongfang Shiming thought for a moment: "Do you mean, when you and Bai Artemisia were young?" ”

"Haha, when she was young, I wasn't too young." Bai Yikao walked over with the jar, and the snow on the soles of his shoes slowly melted, "She told you, it seems that this big brother still has a place in her heart." ”