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Chapter 143 The Back of the Jade Law Sutra (2)

The Great Treasure Hall of the ancient temple has an 8-meter-high suspended ceiling, a picture of gods on the north wall, and eighteen arhats on the west wall. The paintings are vivid and vivid.

The offerings on the stage are real white marble jade Buddhas, and the niches are all made of mahogany, which is unique in China.

In front of the incense table.

Pear wood chair with pear wood table.

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

Read the scriptures and describe them carefully.

It was copied neatly, but the old lady didn't check it, so she took it seriously.

Zhou Lüchen sat aside without reminding her. He lowered his head to peel the apple, cut it into pieces, and fed it to her.

She bit it, her cheeks slightly bulging, "Mr. Zhou, transfer the money."

The noble master said in a dignified manner, "Ask the Buddha whether talking about money will hurt your feelings."

This kind of amount is usually handled by Zhuang Ming.

Shen Jing looked at the scriptures stacked on the desk. Did she come to her just to copy the scriptures for him?

Suddenly he got angry and said, "Punishing you is not punishing me."

Zhou Lüchen glanced at her and said, "Sit tight and behave yourself."

His voice was deep, with a hint of an order that could not be refused.

Shen Jing immediately straightened her back and pouted her lips with great interest.

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

Pleated skirt, Chanel's new cardigan and sweater, like a high school girl sitting in the classroom.

It is not difficult to admit that when he saw her writing the first word, a picture appeared in Zhou Lüchen's mind. She had a ponytail and a blue and white school uniform, copying homework in the classroom.

A well-behaved, quiet, immature and lively girl.

The more I thought about it, looking at this pure and beautiful face, I felt a little familiar.

"Have we met before?"

I don’t understand why Zhou Lüchen asked this. I did meet him in the hospital five years ago. Shen Jing took a bite of the apple and said, "Forget it."

What is... forget it?
Zhou Lüchen was too lazy to think about it. He leaned back on the chair and rested his arms lazily on the backrest. His eyes glanced at the ponytail, stayed there for a moment, and finally took it back.

Maybe someone around me had a ponytail in the past, I don’t remember.

He didn't even remember what the female companions he had been with looked like.

Have you ever been a female college student?
Zhou Lüchen teased her long ponytail hair with his fingers and played with it slowly. The ends of the hair were slightly curled and were soft and honey-black.

He spoke in a relaxed tone, "Has my sister ever fallen in love early?"

The word "sister" he said was ambiguous and taboo.

"Yes." She lied.

Zhou Lüchen smiled and raised his eyes, "Tell me and listen."

Shen Jing didn't have it at all and just made it up casually, "I like a senior in the same department, but I didn't catch him."

She didn't dare to look into his eyes when she lied. She would always look away like a timid white rabbit. Knowing that she was lying, Zhou Lüchen joked, "Is there a man you can't catch?"

"Yes." Shen Jing turned her head and looked at Zhou Lüchen, "He is a banker player and the most ruthless person in the world. He never shows his true feelings. He doesn't care if others give them to him. Gamblers come close to him. , basically everything is lost.”

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

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

The bodyguard was already touching his pockets, thinking of the Zhou family's advice, he wanted to give it but didn't dare to give it, and he didn't dare not give it to Zhou Lu's dull eyes.

"If you don't harmonize the world, you will be weak."

Zhou Luchen leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke, and said, "Find someone to bring milk tea in."

The bodyguard had already taken two steps away and then stepped back, "Did you drink it?"

Zhou Luchen dusted off the cigarette ashes, held the cigarette butt in his mouth, and looked at it coldly.

The bodyguard has never seen him touch anything sweet, so he doesn't drink it.

"understood."

Zhou Lüchen smoked a cigarette before he came back. Shen Jing had already copied a page densely.

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

Seeing him sitting next to her, Shen Jing put the pen in his hand and said, "If your wrist is sore, come here."

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

"Scripture."

Shen Jing also wanted to see what font Mr. Tuesday would use to copy scriptures.

I've seen him sign a contract, and his handwriting is cool and energetic.Leaning on his shoulder, I saw him lowering his head and rolling up his cuffs, turning over the back of the Yulu scripture, pressing the paper with a ruler, dipping the pen in ink, scratching the inkstone twice with the wolf-brush pen, and just writing this.

——Shen Jing

Shen Jing was stunned.

The next time he writes, it will still be Shen Jing.

still.

The writing is orderly and neat.

Shen Jing smiled and stared at the rice paper. She couldn't find any adjectives to describe her state of mind, even though she knew it was his bad temper that gave this page its name.

What do you want the noble young master to repent for? This is already the greatest respect for the old lady.

Does he regret it?

Under the peonies, will you regret it?

If you regret it, you won’t do it.

The white and dense Jingxian rice paper has the word Shen Jing written back and forth, without any pen or ink on it to inscribe confessional verses.

Shen Jing turned to look at him. She had many things to say to him, but she didn't know which word to say first.

Looking at him like this, the smoke from the incense burner circled around and hid his profile. He was like a mist, making Shen Jing even more unable to guess him.

He is lonely, tired, no one understands him, and he doesn't expect anyone to understand him. He shows everyone that there is only one side, playing in the world, without warmth.There is another side of him that no one knows, like this moment.

Often the calmer the clouds are, the deeper things are hidden in the bones.

Shen Jing yawned, her head dropped, she hugged the man's waist and slept on his lap, "I'll take a rest."

Zhou Lüchen raised his hand and dipped his pen into ink, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Carrot fried potato shreds."

He looked at Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming turned around and left, closing the door.

evening dusk.

There are no white woven lamps in the room, only orange candles and Buddha lights illuminate it.

Shen Jing slept peacefully, clinging to his waist and abdomen from time to time. The belt touched the tip of her nose, and she groaned in discomfort.

Zhou Lu raised his eyelids lightly, looking at the sleeping beauty lying in his arms, the tip of his nose turned red.

There was a hint of interest in his eyes, "For someone like me, are you afraid of falling into trouble?"

Is she afraid? She doesn't know.

Obviously sleepy, after hearing that sentence, Shen Jing's mind was full of the past with him.

Him being like this with her is nothing but depravity.

Shen Jing even remembered his words.

——Even if I marry someone else in the future and you want to be with me, I can protect you from all rumors.
She hugged him tightly in her arms, raised her small face, her eyes could not be opened, "Am I going to stay here with you tonight?"

The langhao pen in Zhou Lüchen's hand touched her forehead with a little black ink. She looked extremely charming 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 doing?"

Zhou Lu stepped forward with his long legs, motioning to his arms, "Come here."

Shen Jing left her seat and sat in Zhou Lüchen's arms.

"Teach you how to write your name."

The voice is hoarse.

He pressed his chin on her shoulder, took her hand with his right side, wrapped it in his generous palm, and guided her to pick up the langhao pen and dip it in ink.

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

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

From regular script to Yan style, and then to Su Shi's running script.

The strokes are continuous.

The window sash in the west wing was not closed.

The old monk passed by this place and said softly in the direction of Zhou Lüchen, "Amitabha."

If he is asked to quit greed and indulgence, he is bringing his indulgence to meet the Buddha.

The old monk sighed helplessly, closed the window sash, put on the Buddhist bead bracelet and left.

Let him be.

(End of this chapter)