"Brother Wen Jing also takes good care of us, it's that Ye Tianfeng, who hates it very much! I don't know how a person as good as Brother Wen Jing could be friends with him. Lin Shu'an thought for a while and said, "Brother Wen Jing is a steamed bun, and Ye Tianfeng is a bun!"

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Mu Liuguang asked him.

Lin Shu'an glanced at Mu Liuguang, "You are so stupid, think about what the steamed buns are like, and what the steamed buns look like?

The other three looked at each other, and then laughed, thinking that Lin Shu'an's analogy was very interesting.

The four of them were lying on the grass, the world was clear, the wind was light, and nature used its rhythm to play one harmonious and quiet tune after another, Shen Bujiao yawned, "I'm so sleepy." ”

"Shen Bujiao, are you a pig, you want to sleep when you eat it. ”

Shen Bujiao gave him a blank look, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

In the afternoon, they played a lot of games, climbed high and overlooked, and saw the blue forests, the deep mountains, and the shady woods, until the golden wuxi fell, and the birds and birds returned to their nests before they went home.

Kong Ming carried two fishing rods, and Shen Bujiao jumped in front of him with a bundle of lotus canopies briskly.

By the time they got home, they were just in time for dinner.

Putting the things back in the warehouse, Shen Bujiao peeled the lotus seeds for them, "This is what we picked today, but it's fresh! It's very sweet and delicious." ”

Li Xianyi threw one into his mouth, nodded and said, "Yes, crisp and sweet, you guys are playing in the water?"

Shen Bujiao shrank his head, "The streamer took us there, it's very safe, and there is a formation on the boat." ”

Li Xianyi smiled and said: "Just pay attention to safety, I didn't say that you won't be allowed to play in the water!"

Shen Bujiao drilled into Li Xiyi's arms and said coquettishly: "I know that my mother is the best." ”

After dinner, the family sat in the backyard and chatted, the stars tonight were not very bright, as if covered with a layer of mist.

Lu Qiu looked at the sky and said, "It looks like tomorrow should be a cloudy or rainy day." ”

Lu Qiu was right, in the second half of the night, the sky began to rain, and it was foggy and silent.

Shen Bujiao got up in the morning, pushed open the window and was stunned, a pomegranate tree bathed in the rain, the pomegranate flowers were as beautiful as fire, a group of enchanting ** women or sitting on the tree, or lying among the flowers, they hooked their shoulders and backs, laughing and laughing, enjoying the moisture of the summer rain.

Running out of the room excitedly, he stood under the eaves and watched the pomegranate spirits with great interest.

Lu Qiu came out of the kitchen, saw Shen Bujiao in a daze, held an oil-paper umbrella painted with apricot rain and pear clouds and walked here, and asked with a smile: "Bu Jie, what are you looking at?"

Shen Bujiao came back to his senses, pointed to the pomegranate tree not far away, and said, "Aunt Qiu, that pomegranate tree is so lively. ”

Lu Qiu followed Shen Bujiao's gaze and saw only a flourishing pomegranate standing in the rain.

Lu Qiu shook the water droplets on the oil-paper umbrella and said with a smile: "Yes, the pomegranate blossoms are quite lively." ”

Shen Bujiao glanced at Lu Qiu regretfully, but she couldn't see such a beautiful scenery in front of her.

Lu Qiu instructed her a few more words, and after a while, she went to the hall for breakfast and left with an oil-paper umbrella.

Shen Bujiao was still staring at the pomegranate flower demon spirit laughing happily in the rain.

Kong Ming tidied up his clothes and stepped out of the room, and saw Shen Bujiao looking in one direction blankly, stepped forward to follow her line of sight, and said with a smile: "They look so happy." ”

Shen Bujiao turned his head and squinted with a smile, nodded and said, "Yes!"

"You two don't go to dinner, what are you laughing at here?" Li Shuyi shouted at them as he stood at the door of the hall.

Shen Bujiao hurriedly waved his hand, "It's coming, it's coming!"

Quickly ran back to the room, got an oil-paper umbrella, and went to the hall with Kong Ming for breakfast.

Shen Bujiao glanced at the food on the table, the breakfast was very rich, she looked around and asked, "Where did Dad go?"

Li Shuyi ate a wonton and said: "I went to the formation hall early in the morning, I heard that the proposition he recently studied has new results, hurry up and go to the experiment, the weather is not good today, don't run out to play, practice calligraphy at home, and also write the homework assigned by Mr. Academy, don't wait until school is about to start, get up early and read at night to make up for homework." ”

Shen Bujiao said whimsily: "Got it." ”

After eating, Shen Bujiao went to the study with Kong Ming dejectedly.

Since Kong Ming stayed in the Shen family, Li Xiyi has placed another table in the study, and now the two tables are next to each other and facing a window.

There is an arhat bed next to another window in the study, and the two children frolic and drink tea and eat snacks on the small collapse of the arhat bed, which can also be used to entertain guests.

There is a small number next to the bookshelf, and there are bronze flowers on it, which are filled with vibrant flowers, and on the wall are hung the guqin green qi given to her by Huaijing and two landscape pictures.

Shen Bujiao studied the ink, spread out the paper, and began to write large characters, Kong Ming carefully copied the Buddhist scriptures on another long table, reading silently while copying, and the dots of golden telekinesis flowed out from the tip of Kong Ming's pen and merged into the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

Time passed like this, Shen Bujiao shook his slightly sour hand and asked, "Kong Ming, aren't you tired?"

The empty pen did not stop: "Not tired." ”

Shen Bujiao ran over and lay on his desk, "Why are you copying Buddhist scriptures?

Kong Ming told her about the telekinesis, Shen Bujiao thought that copying the Buddhist scriptures could improve his cultivation, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Then I will copy it too." ”

Kong Ming glanced at her, hesitated, Shen Bujiao was an impatient, so he simply took a copy directly, and happily ran back to his desk to dip ink and start copying.

While copying, he asked, "What does it feel like to have mental power in your body?"

"It's warm, but you ......" Kong Ming's words were interrupted by Shen Bujiao before he could finish speaking, "Shhh, don't talk, disturb me." ”

Kong Ming shut up, opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, seeing Shen Bujiao's serious face, he shook his head, let out a long sigh, and continued to bury his head in copying the scriptures.

There was only the rustle of the pen scratching the paper in the study, and just when Shen Bujiao copied to doubt her life, she put down the pen and couldn't help but say: "Why haven't I felt the warm feeling you said after copying for so long, my hands are more tired." ”

Kong Ming carefully finished writing this word before replying: "You have no heart for the Buddha, even if you copy more, there will be no mental power." ”

Shen Bujiao was stunned, "Then, why didn't you tell me before?"

Kong Ming stared at her, "I was interrupted by you before I could say anything. ”

Shen Bujiao raised the copied papers one by one, and said in disbelief: "Then I copied all these in vain? nothing, and wasted so much time?"

"No, Sister Bu Jiao, at least you practiced calligraphy. ”

Shen Bujiao wanted to cry without tears, she walked to the empty table and asked, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"