Sir, I just want to be a salted fish

Chapter 181 Opening your mouth

The two children have strong bones. Since they started eating complementary foods, their appetite has increased a lot. Mother-in-law Qiao always praises them every day for not being picky eaters and that they are good children;

As everyone knows, little babies who are more than nine months old cannot eat much, so naturally they eat whatever is given to them;
If you reach the age of four or five and your mouth is spoiled by all kinds of delicious food, then you can really see if you are a picky eater.

However, Tang Bingxuan felt honored that her mother-in-law liked her children. Thanks to the children's mother being so popular, they did so because they followed her mother.
When Tang Bingxuan and others climbed to the top of the mountain, the Zhike monk from Qingliang Temple still remembered Tang Bingxuan's master and servant. After worshiping the Buddha in the main hall, he specially arranged for them to rest in the former wing.

"The vegetarian food in this temple is very delicious. Sister Ruhua and Xing'er will eat more later."

Ling Ruhua nodded, smiled lightly and said, "Okay."

Shen Jianxing had long heard Zhidong say that the vegetarian food here was delicious. He had always wanted to come but was silent to his mother Ling Ruhua. Now he finally got what he wanted.

Hearing Tang Bingxuan's words, although he was silent, he nodded slightly as happily as his mother Ling Ruhua.

Tang Bingxuan touched the child's head lovingly and felt that Shen Jianxing was becoming more and more lovable. People couldn't help but get close to him when they saw him.

"After we have rested and finished the fasting meal, we will go to the back mountain to have a look. Now is the time for peach blossoms to bloom."

Ling Ruhua, mother and son, yearned for this very much and wanted to go to the back mountain to enjoy the peach blossom forest immediately. However, they were really tired from climbing up the mountain at this time, so they could only go to watch it in the afternoon.

Tang Bingxuan saw that Ling Ruhua and her son were very yearning for this peach forest, and looked at Ling Ruhua in confusion.

Although most people rarely have enough space to plant peach trees, it is not difficult to survive. There are usually peach trees in the mountains, but the number is uncertain.

Ling Ruhua looked out the window at the small courtyard and recalled his past life, "My grandfather liked peach blossoms. When I lived in Huzhou with two old people when I was a child, I planted a small patch of peach trees at home;

However, our yard is not big, so we only planted a dozen trees, and they are still the kind that bear fruit;

Every year when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, my grandfather would sit in the yard of his home, sipping tea and admiring the flowers alone;
When the peaches are ripe, my grandfather will take me with me to pick them in a small basket."

Those were the happiest days in Ling Ruhua's life. Even though her grandparents were too old to play with her, they would always be by her side and watch her play with the little maid.

When Shen Jianxing was born, the Shens and his wife had already passed away. They had never met the two elders, but they often heard their mother Ling Ruhua mention it, even though he didn't respond at the time.

Shen Jianxing listened to his mother recalling his childhood. He couldn't remember all the details, but he remembered that his mother said that his great-grandfather liked peach blossoms.

They, mother and son, have lived in seclusion in recent years. They have never seen a large peach blossom forest, and they are very yearning for the scenery described by Tang Bingxuan.

"Then Sister Ruhua's trip today is definitely worthwhile. I estimate that this peach blossom forest occupies most of the top of the back mountain, and the area is very spectacular."

During lunch, Shen Jianxing obviously liked the vegetarian meal prepared by the temple and ate half a bowl more than usual;

If Ling Ruhua hadn't stopped him because he was afraid that he would accumulate food due to his young age, he would probably have finished the remaining half of the bowl of rice.

This was the first time that Ling Ruhua saw food that his son liked to eat so much. Even though the food Zhidong brought Shen Jianxing to make was very delicious, he could only eat it to seventy percent full.

Seeing his son's lively behavior, Ling Ruhua decided to stay in Zhuangzi for a few more days and brought Shen Jianxing to the temple for a vegetarian meal every day.

After lunch, several people rested for a while. While Ling Ruhua and her son pretended to be calm but were actually anxious, Tang Bingxuan smiled and took the lead to go out to the back mountain. At this time, in the back mountain, peach blossoms were in full bloom, wrapped in a delicate pink world.

When they went up the mountain, Tang Bingxuan had already prepared the things they needed. They found a flat spot in the peach forest, spread out straw mats, and sat on the ground.

"I didn't bring my piano with me when I went up the mountain this time, but I asked someone to bring pen and paper. Does Sister Ruhua want to draw a picture of a peach forest?"

Tang Bingxuan knew that Ling Ruhua had inherited the painting skills of her grandfather and would be unable to help but paint this scene when she saw it, so she had been prepared for it.

"The one who knows me is Sister Xuan."

Tang Bingxuan asked the guards to borrow a table from the temple for Ling Ruhua to use, while she and Shen Jianxing sat on the mattress and ate and watched.

Shen Jianxing snuggled up with Tang Bingxuan obediently at first. Later, perhaps because he saw his mother Ling Ruhua too focused on painting, he got curious and got up to watch.

Because of Shen Jianxing's special characteristics, Ling Ruhua did not ask her husband to teach him specifically. She patiently taught him how to read and write when she was free.
During the painting process, Ling Ruhua taught Shen Jianxing some basic basics and let him figure it out and practice on his own.

When Shen Jianxing strolled next to Ling Ruhua, Ling Ruhua's painting had already taken a rough shape: in the peach blossom forest all over the mountains and plains, two young women were playing with a child;
The child is leaning over and stuffing pastries into his mouth from the food box;
A young woman held her chin lazily and looked into the depths of the peach forest;

Another young woman stood not far away from the two of them, looking at them and smiling sideways.

Due to limited conditions, Ling Ruhua painted very simply, but the expressions of the three people seemed to come alive on the page. It was not the first time that Shen Jianxing saw his mother painting, but it was the first time that he saw such a vivid painting, not to mention that he was one of the people in the painting.

Because there is no palette for coloring, this painting is not complete, but it is such a rough and untouched painting that is most touching.

After finishing the painting, Ling Ruhua noticed that her son, Shen Jianxing, was beside her. She turned sideways and squatted down to look at her son's level.

"Xing'er, what do you think of mother's painting?"

Ling Ruhua did not expect her son Shen Jianxing to answer, but she was used to communicating with her son like this;

She also learned from Zhidong. No matter what she was doing, she tried to involve Shen Jianxing so that he could feel that she cared.

"nice."

Ling Ruhua and Tang Bingxuan listened to the discontinuous and rough voice, and both looked at Shen Jianxing intently.

Ling Ruhua rarely got emotional, but at this moment he was very different from usual, hugging Shen Jianxing tightly with anxiety and joy.

"Xing'er, you finally spoke!"

Ling Ruhua was very excited when Shen Jianxing spoke, and Tang Bingxuan was also very happy as a witness along the way.

Shen Jianxing, a child, suffered more cruel injuries when he was young than adults. Fortunately, he has finally come out of the nightmare in his heart.

Because Shen Jianxing spoke on the mountain behind Qingliang Temple, the wish he and Ling Ruhua made in front of the Buddha in Qingliang Temple when they first went up the mountain came true. Ling Ruhua donated a lot of sesame oil money to the temple when he came down the mountain.

Seeing Ling Ruhua's enthusiasm, Tang Bingxuan guessed that maybe after this incident, Qingliang Temple would get a devout female believer.