The wolf in the ark is running away desperately

"Then according to what you say, everyone doesn't need to worship Buddha?"

"No, the purpose of worshiping Buddha is actually the heart, not the word of worship. Some people worship Buddha purely because of their own desires, so there is no difference between worshiping or not."

"I don't understand, and I don't want to understand, as long as I know what I need to achieve, the philosophy constructed by gorgeous words is empty talk."

"Niannian is hard to calm down, the donor is still too persistent."

"Cut, attachment is your own. Others are spectators. You can pass it after seeing it, but you can't pass it. You have to remember how you walk. Otherwise, you forget it. You are not yourself, but you are more than false. A sad existence."

"It turns out that I was taught."

"What? What do you know?"

"The benefactor always solves the little monk's doubts, but the little monk has not been able to help the benefactor so far. I am really ashamed."

"Then you divide your own country in half... Bah, forget that you don't have a country, um, just give me half of your bowl, how about I be your spiritual friend from now on?"

"The benefactor is embarrassing the little monk again. If the furniture for eating is gone, the little monk will really not be able to survive."

"Here you are, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Hahahahaha."

"donor!!!!"

The carefree laughter and the voice of grievance and resentment go straight to the sky, blending with the stream flowing in the mountains and the singing of birds, forming a unique landscape.

But the two of them didn't realize that on the distant mountain top, a pair of eyes was watching them, never leaving the two of them.

The brush and ink are swaying, embellishing the superb scenery, she keeps painting, and what she sees stays in the scroll forever.

There are already thousands of volumes of this kind of thing, but every volume has the figure of benevolence remaining in it.

It was a whim, but it was hard to stop, she just wanted to keep drawing, drawing what she wanted to grasp in her heart.

Is it for the pursuit of skills, or for the so-called beauty?

No, neither!

She just wants to trap him in the painting and keep painting until...

until you find the answer in your heart.

Chapter 87 Draw Sadness, Draw Heartfelt Heart

On the street, in an unpretentious shop, a young woman with a delicate face is sitting on a chair, pouring out the cold tea, and then making the re-warmed tea, waiting for someone to arrive.

Although the woman is no different from the people on the street, the easy-going and indifferent temperament on her body and the elegance that sees through everything make everyone who sees her feel involuntarily fond of her.

Maybe it's because of her natural beauty, or maybe it's because she's experienced too many things, that unique aura doesn't make her look too unique. It is inadvertently eye-catching.

Therefore, in this world of repeated reincarnations in the painting, the store of the proprietress has also become a place where some people often rush to.

boom.....

Accompanied by a violent tremor, a figure rolled in from the outside in embarrassment, and finally fell over in front of the proprietress, looking hopeless.

In this situation, ordinary people would be frightened no matter how calm they were, and then asked if there was anything wrong with the other party, but the proprietress did the opposite, and smiled and introduced the things in the shop.

"Excuse me, this guest, do you need to buy some tea or cakes? There are many varieties here. Although we can't say that we have all of them, we can barely offer one or two teas to soothe our impetuous mind and body."

"Here are two packs of tangerine peel Pu'er tea, and some drinks along the way. By the way, do you have sesame cakes? I heard from Saga that your craftsmanship is good, so I came here specially to ask for some food."

Holding his chin and thinking for a while, Hitomi said seriously what he wanted, then took out the Saga bowl from his pocket, and handed it to the proprietress.

"Hehehe, guest, if you want to eat something I made, you can just say it directly. Why do you need to communicate in this way? If your family finds out, maybe you will have to drink with you until dawn again."

Seeing Bo also understood something, the proprietress smiled brightly.

"liquor?"

Recalling the process of being dragged by Muhuang to drink together, Renming suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked the proprietress.

"Drinking alcohol is nothing, the key is that every time I drink alcohol, my self-control is a little bit worse. Ma'am, you really didn't mix anything else in this wine. How can I drink more and more?"

The more he drank, the more he felt that Muhuang was moving, and he even wanted to accompany her to the end of the world. Yesterday, after getting drunk, he said some things that shouldn't be said, and now his intestines are full of regret.

As for the way he came here... Muhuangjiu was thrown from a distant mountain by the other party before he woke up, and hit the bull's-eye.

"When you get drunk, you don't like to drink, but you are intoxicated by the pleasure after drinking. Your friends must be the same as you. After drinking, you can completely let go of your guard and pour out your heart. Therefore, the wine is still the same as before. wine, but what you take the initiative to mix is ​​persistence and emotion."

The proprietress looked at Ren Ming with a smile, and bent down to help him pat the dust off his body.

Thinking of Muhuang's captivating, sassy and charming appearance when he was drunk, Renming's expression was a little sad for a moment:

"Both friends and love, I don't know how to face this feeling, why is it so difficult for people to live."

His self-control was getting weaker and weaker, so he really didn't know how to face the girls who had given him affection.

In short, he seems to be getting more and more scumbag.

"If the guest feels that this world is complicated, he can face it calmly after waking up. Why does he refuse to leave and sink into this dreamland? So what I see is two hearts entrusted to each other, not melancholy Oh~"

Seeing Ren Ming lying on the ground and refusing to get up, the proprietress was in a happy mood for a while, and her tone was full of wit and jokes.

"......"

Looking up at the bright and delicate expression of the proprietress, Ren Ming felt a little moved for a while, but then thought of something, and his eyes turned into regret.

"Hearing you say that makes me feel very relaxed... Forget it, please ask the lady boss to order some sesame paste cakes. I want to taste that taste."

Every time I see the other party, I will think of Frost Star, but it is different from Frost Star's hidden strength and gentleness in the bottom of my heart. The other party's heart is more like after being completely destroyed, I have completely looked down upon all the freedom and easy-going, without any regrets, but There is no obsession, and what exists is just to live there, which has no meaning.

However, the other party is still alive tenaciously, and exists in this time in his own way, and then heals the pain in other people's hearts, just like the first ray of sunshine every day, people can always see hope.

Kind, relaxing, but untouchable... Just like the existence of the other party, it is just an illusory existence outlined by Xi, not a real life.

Sad, makes people want to stay.

"Guests like to eat sweets? With all due respect, what Saga likes may not be in line with your taste."

Hearing the flash of dullness in Ren Ming's tone, the proprietress seemed to notice something, and changed the subject with a chuckle.

"Sweet, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty is always welcome, as long as it's not too sweet, it's easy to talk about."

Getting up from the ground, Ren Ming sat next to the proprietress, ready to take a sip from the teacup.

But he was stopped by the lady boss.

"This cup of tea tastes a bit sweet. If you want to drink it, I can make you another cup."

Ren Ming was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and put down the teacup resentfully.

"The storyteller is coming today?"

Whenever he walks on the street, he can find out about the storyteller and the proprietress, and every day he can see the proprietress waiting for the storyteller to come over with a cup of tea.

But the strange thing is that five years have passed, and he has never seen the storyteller come to chat with the proprietress.

It may be that the direction of this reincarnation world is fixed, and the storyteller will never come this day.

"I probably caught a cold, and I'm not in good health."

The proprietress said casually.

"........"

Ren Ming froze for a moment, then fell silent suddenly.

If the eyes are right, the other party... is lying? ! !

This is the first time this kind of situation has been encountered in the world in the painting.

In other words, the person in the painting denies it with his own will, and hides certain information from him.

Wait a minute, in the picture? ! !Since the other party is the person in the painting, why lie to him, a person who is immersed in the painting? !

The man in the picture, the man outside the picture...

Suddenly, Ren Ming felt the key to unlocking the world in the painting, and it suddenly appeared in front of him very clearly.

Is what Xi asked for a painting?

It seems that he should get serious... You must know that there are still people waiting for him in the outside world.

Different from this gentle Taoyuan world, there is the real, cruel, and merciless life he lives in.

He should also let go of his nostalgia for this place and face certain things formally, instead of Xixi's answer!

After chatting for a long time....

After eating, Ren Ming left, leaving only the proprietress waiting quietly in the shop, waiting for someone to arrive.

"Ugh....."

Seeing that the tea was cold again, the proprietress sighed softly, instead of reheating the tea, she looked out the window and said to herself.

"I know you're avoiding him, and I know you're avoiding him, but do you really want to do this? If you keep avoiding, it won't solve any problems."

【Gah...】

A strange and gloomy cry sounded, and the distorted ink monster stepped out of the room, standing in front of the proprietress, swaying its body gently.

"You say it's not the time yet, so what is just right? His will is very firm. Even if he is disturbed by the false picture in front of him, he never loses his sharpness in his heart. Time and time again, he cherishes this world and protects it well." Looking at it here, without even thinking about destroying it once, isn't that enough?"

The proprietress asked, reaching out her hand to caress her heart, as if she was asking herself and that person, what exactly was she asking for.

[Ga. 】

Mo Ling also responded,

"You mean, to protect utensils that will not be damaged at all time and time again, is there always one time when you give up the justice in your heart and feel numb to this futile morality, and what you want to see, That's how he looks completely broken."

The proprietress muttered this question, her eyes still clear.

[Ga. 】

Ink nodded.

"You are so wicked, and he will be angry if he finds out. Some things are frankly explained, and the future troubles will be much smaller than those buried in the heart. Don't you understand? He was never for justice, nor for justice. Morality, but cherishing this painting, appreciating this painting, he is satisfied with protecting the world in this painting, he enjoys the process of living here, he cares about it, it has nothing to do with human nature."

The proprietress sighed and persuaded her.

[Ga. 】

"You know, but you still want to watch it because he cherishes not only your paintings, but also... me, do you think he will cherish it to that extent?"

This time, the proprietress was stunned, as if she didn't expect the other party to say such a thing.

She knew, she had always known that the world in the painting was an illusory world drawn by Xi to commemorate her death.

But why, Xi wanted to see that the other party cherished the already dead existence, wouldn't that leave sadness and pain in vain! !

Also, why did Xi take so long to tell the other party the truth, but waited until she found out by herself, and didn't come out to explain to her until she took the initiative to tell the truth five years later.

What Xi is asking for is really that simple?

Chapter 88 Li and Xi

The meaning of existence in the painting is for people to appreciate it. As a painter, Xi also understands this. She often appreciates the scenery in reality and depicts it in the scroll, which makes her think inadvertently, the world she lives in Isn't this piece of land essentially just a picture scroll for people to watch? It's just that this picture scroll, as far as the eye can see, is a tragedy.

After a long time, she gave up this meaningless idea, and she didn't want to be entangled by such meaningless questions, because she understood that no matter what the world is like, as long as she wants something, as long as she can prove that she can live value, then her existence is real, and has nothing to do with whether she is outside the painting or in the painting.

When the false is true, the true is also false, and the true is false, and the false is also true, as long as you think about it and live for something, even if she is false, what does it matter.

Maybe it's because her essential existence is a dream, which will disappear sooner or later, or maybe she wants to abandon the so-called true and false, so she chooses what she pursues.

That is painting.

But where does the inspiration for the painting come from?

The answer is of course reality...and reality is cruel.

What she doesn't want to paint is this kind of existence, and what she doesn't want to paint is an unacceptable reality.

Therefore, her paintings mostly focus on great rivers, mountains and landscapes. As for human paintings, she will only truly draw those that are worthy of her memory.

That's right, that's true, she will really paint only what is worth painting.

But why, would she draw someone who has nothing to do with her, just because she owed something when they first met?

This has nothing to do with her pursuit, and it has nothing to do with her existence. The other party is not the person she remembers. Drawing the other party completely negates her pursuit alive.