Chapter 103: Be virtuous

20xx. 06. 15

Xiao has not returned yet. According to changes in his schedule, he will not be able to return until two days later.

Yao'er went to school, and I sat on the sofa and wrote for a while. I felt a little tired and started to be in a daze.

Xianger's name always crosses my mind from time to time.

I imagined Xianger's image. According to Xiao's description, what appeared in my mind was: personable, comely, handsome and handsome.

I once heard Xiao say that Xiang'er was two meters tall, and his Dharmakaya always appeared behind him, following him like a shadow, but the Dharmakaya was too tall and majestic, and he was unsmiling.

Xianger's Law Body is naturally different from his own image. Law Body is definitely not fun. I tried my best to discard Xiner's Law Body from my brain.

I kept portraying the beautiful image of Xianger in my mind, and even wanted to pick up a brush and draw him on a white paper. So, I impulsively entered the study room and rummaged through the cabinets to find drawing paper and brushes.

I am self-taught and have been fond of sketching since I was a child, and I am pretty good at it. My mother once regretted not sending me to learn painting professionally.

In fact, I haven't drawn since I started working. However, two years ago, I suddenly missed drawing again, so I bought and copied the works of the world's top sketch artists.

Every time I finished a painting, I sent it to a painting teacher. I once wanted to learn painting from a teacher. But after the teacher saw a few of my paintings, he said that there was no need for me to find a teacher. If I had time, I would.

After copying a few pictures, you can graduate.

Haha, what the teacher said greatly increased my confidence. So, starting two years ago, I copied many famous sketches at the rate of one painting a month. Then I bought a big folder to collect them.

However, so far this year, I have not painted again because I am not in the mood and have no energy. I even put away my easel and pencils to avoid being sad.

In the past year, I finally learned to play more than a dozen piano pieces, but now I no longer play. Everything in my life seems to have come to a standstill.

I set up the easel I found, clamped the drawing paper, and held the pencil in my hand. Only then did I realize that I had no way of starting, and my mind was completely blank.

I sighed and put down the brush. I have to have a calm heart in everything I do. However, I cannot be calm at this moment, and it is impossible to find peace in painting.

I sat on the sofa again and began to miss Xianger again. Every time I thought about it, tears would flow down involuntarily.

Actually, I know this is not good. Xianger can sense everything about me at any time. If I am always sad, it will increase his troubles, but I can't control myself.

"Xian'er, even though you are now the Emperor of the East, in my heart, you will always be just my child, a child who has not been born and has not been hugged by me in the slightest." I said it to myself repeatedly, and my heart was filled with excitement.

Feeling guilty.

At night, I lit three cigarettes for Wei'er. It has been three months since he passed away, but the last cigarette was extinguished. Maybe it was because he was too busy and had no time to smoke.

Wei'er has now been transferred to Dongdi City. He doesn't like to talk and always works hard. Xiang'er is very good to him, but he doesn't seem to be able to inspire his passion. Sometimes, I ask Xiao to visit him.

He, however, couldn't say a few words.

In the morning, Xiao and his master arrived in another city by bus. His master had to do a work for one. Xiao stayed in a Taoist view, saying that the master would continue to give him the law at night.

Until ten o'clock in the night, the master's passing method ended.

They went to a supper to eat together.

When they were eating, they met a male old man in his 80s. He saw that the old man was holding some flowers on the street and sold it. The price was five yuan. Xiao felt that the old man was poor, so he bought all the flowers and let the old man return early.

Home.

The old man asked Xiao to put the money he bought to his son's account, and Xiao asked him why he would not accept it by himself. After all, it was a labor income.

The old man paused and said, "It's okay, I will ask my son if I have no money, he is good to me."

"Okay? It's all such an old man who sells flowers at night. How can he be good?" Xiao couldn't say anything, only muttering in his heart.

Xiao looked at his master and felt that he could not accept the children of the elderly.

"The old man is very hard, and his grandson has been retributed, and now he is locked in the prison." Xiao's master looked at him and said.

Xiao's skills are not enough, but you can't see it. You need to study hard, come on, and work hard!
Chapter completed!