The Great Treasure Hall of the ancient temple, 8 meters high hanging ceiling, the north wall of the gods, the west wall of the eighteen arhats, the painting color is bright and vivid.

The altar offers, the real white marble and jade Buddha, the Buddha shrines are all mahogany, a unique one in China.

In front of the incense platform.

Pear wood chair with pear wood table.

After Shen Jing burned incense and worshipped, she lit a sesame oil lamp and raised her hand to grind ink.

Read the scriptures and trace them carefully.

Copy it neatly, and the old lady doesn't check it, so she gives it seriously.

Zhou Lu sat on the side, didn't remind her, lowered his head and peeled the apple, cut it, and fed her.

She took a bite and her cheeks bulged slightly, "Mr. Zhou, transfer money." ”

The noble prince spit out with a noble attitude, "You ask the Buddha, does this talk about money hurt feelings." ”

This kind of amount is generally handled by Zhuang Ming.

Shen Jing looked at the scriptures stacked on the bookcase, and asked her to help him copy the scriptures?

Suddenly angry, "Punishing you is not punishing me." ”

Zhou Lu's heavy eyes swept over her, "Sit down with your ass, and copy the rules." ”

His voice was deep, with a bit of command that could not be refused.

Shen Jing immediately straightened her back and pursed her lips with interest.

In fact, it doesn't matter if she copies or not, Zhou Lushen likes to see her copying books here, like a good student.

Pleated skirts, Chanel's new cardigan sweater, like a high girl sitting in a classroom.

It is not difficult to admit that when he saw her write the first word, Zhou Lushen had a picture in his mind, with a ponytail and a blue and white school uniform copying homework in the classroom.

Well-behaved, quiet, immature and vivid girl.

The more I think about it, the more I look at this pure and beautiful face, how does it feel a little familiar.

"We've seen each other before."

I don't understand why Zhou Lushen asked like this, I did see it in the hospital five years ago, Shen Jing took a bite of an apple, "Forget it." ”

What is... Count, right?

Zhou Lu was too lazy to think, leaned back in the chair, his arm lazily rested on the backrest, his eyes swept over the ponytail, stayed for a moment, and finally retracted.

Maybe it's because someone around me has also tied a ponytail in the past, I don't remember.

He doesn't even remember what his female companions look like.

Have you ever had a female college student?

Zhou Lushen stroked her long ponytail hair with his fingers, playing slowly, the ends of her hair were slightly curled, soft honey black.

He said in a relaxed tone, "Has my sister ever been in love?" ”

The word sister, he said ambiguously and tabooly.

"Yes." She's lying.

Zhou Lu smiled and his eyes were raised, "Let's hear it." ”

Shen Jing didn't have it at all, she made it up casually, "I fell in love with the seniors in the same department, but I didn't catch up." ”

She didn't dare to look at his eyes when she lied, her eyes would always avoid like a timid white rabbit, knowing that she was lying, Zhou Lushen quipped, "And the man you can't chase?" ”

"Yes." Shen Jing turned her head and looked at Zhou Lushen, "He is the player who is a banker, and he is also the most ruthless person in the world, he never gives his true feelings, he doesn't care if others give it to him, gamblers get close to him, and basically lose everything." ”

It's a long story, Zhou Lushen is not suitable for this kind of topic, and he only listens to half of it.

I went to the backyard to find a bodyguard to ask for a cigarette, and I just stretched out my hand.

The bodyguard had already touched his pocket, remembering the advice of the Zhou family, he wanted to give it but didn't dare to give it, and he didn't dare not give it to Zhou Lushen's faint eyes.

"There is no harmony with the world, it is soft."

Zhou Lu leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, swallowed the clouds, and puffed out the fog, "Find someone to bring milk tea in." ”

The bodyguard had already taken two steps away and stepped back, "Are you drinking?" ”

Zhou Lu dusted off the cigarette ash, pinched the cigarette butt in his mouth, and looked at it coldly.

The bodyguard has never seen him touch the sweet, that is, he doesn't drink it.

"Got it."

Zhou Lushen smoked a cigarette before coming back, and Shen Jing had already copied a page densely.

The heavy sandalwood door opened, the smell of smoke on his body was not heavy, and the feeling was mixed with the autumn wind and swept in, Shen Jing couldn't help but turn around.

Seeing him sitting beside him, Shen Jing put the pen in his hand, "Your wrist is sore, you come." ”

Zhou Lu asked casually, "What do you want me to write?" ”

"Scriptures."

Shen Jing also wanted to look up to what font the prince would use to copy the scriptures.

I saw him sign the contract, and the font was chic and vigorous.

Leaning on his shoulder, I saw him bow his head and roll up his cuffs, turn over the back of the Yulu scriptures, press the paper, pick up the pen and dip the ink, and the wolf pen scraped the inkstone twice, and wrote it down like this.

——— Shen Jing

Shen Jing was stunned.

When he writes again, it is still Shen Jing.

Still is.

The pen is written in an orderly manner and the pen posture is neat.

Shen Jing smiled, her eyes fixed on the rice paper, and she couldn't find an adjective to describe what kind of mood she was, although she knew that it was his bad temper that gave her the name on this page.

What do you want his noble son to repent, this is already the greatest respect for the old lady.

Does he repent.

Under the peony flower, will you regret it?

If you regret it, you won't do it.

The white and dense Jingxian rice paper is Shen Jing's two words back and forth, and there is no pen and ink to engrave the confessional scriptures.

Shen Jing turned her head to look at him, she had a lot to say to him, but she didn't know which word to say first.

Looking at him like this, the smoke of the incense burner came around, hiding his side face, he was like a fog, and Shen Jing couldn't guess him even more.

He is lonely, tired, no one understands him, and he doesn't expect anyone to understand him, he shows that there is only one side in front of everyone, the game world, no temperature. There is another side of him that is not known, like at this moment.

Often the lighter the breeze, the deeper the things hidden in the bones.

Shen Jing yawned, planted her head, hugged the man's waist, and slept on his lap, "I'll rest for a while." ”

Zhou Lushen raised his hand, his pen dipped in ink, "What do you want to eat for dinner?" ”

"Shredded potatoes with carrots."

He well, glanced at Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming turned around and left, closing the door.

Evening dusk.

There are no white weaving lamps in the house, only orange candles and Buddha lights.

Shen Jing slept peacefully, sticking to his waist and abdomen from time to time, the belt snorted the tip of her nose, and she chirped uncomfortably.

Zhou Lushen's eyelids were raised lightly, and he looked at the sleeping beauty in his arms, and the tip of his nose was red.

His eyes showed a little interest, "People like me, are you afraid of sinking." ”

Is she afraid, she doesn't know.

was clearly sleepy, and after listening to that sentence, Shen Jing's mind was full of the past with him.

He and she are like this, not depraved or what.

Shen Jing even remembered his sentence.

- Even if I marry someone else in the future, if you want to follow me, I can protect you from all gossip

She put her arms around him, raised her little face, and her eyes were about to open, "Am I going to be here with you tonight?" ”

The wolf pen in Zhou Lushen's hand was pointed on her forehead, a little black ink, she looked extremely coquettish like this.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere."

Shen Jing touched her forehead with her hand and smiled faintly, "What kind of fasting and repentance are you?" ”

Zhou Lushen opened his long legs and motioned to his arms, "Come here." ”

Shen Jing left her position and sat in Zhou Lushen's arms.

"Teach you to write your name."

The voice is hoarse.

He pressed his chin on her shoulder, and his right side scooped up her hand, wrapped it in a thick palm, and led her to pick up the wolf pen and dip it in ink.

Shen Jing turned her head sideways and looked at Zhou Lushen with a smile.

His eyebrows were lowered, as if he were teaching a 3-year-old to write.

From regular script to Yan Ti, and then to Su Shi's book.

The strokes are continuous.

The window sash in the west compartment is not closed.

The old monk passed by and said lightly in the direction of Zhou Lushen, "Amitabha." ”

He was asked to abstain from greed and indulgence, and he brought his indulgence to meet the Buddha.

The old monk sighed helplessly, closed the window sash, and left.

Let him go.

(End of chapter)